Fairies of The Black Circle

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Flora knelt cautiously by Roxy's side, brushing her candy pink hair out of her face. Gently placing a hand on Roxy's forehead, she closed her eyes. 

She began to concentrate her energy into that hand, focusing on transferring some of her magic energy into Roxy. 

Nerves tied knots in her stomach and she exhaled shakily- she had never attempted this spell before.

 "If Bloom were here, her dragon flame would heal you much better." Flora whispered aloud.

Still, she continued to focus, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she felt her energy drain out of her. 

It was working. 

All sounds around her blurred into white noise and for a single moment, she felt completely aligned with Roxy's energy. 

At that exact point, Flora snapped her hand back, gasping as if a spark had jolted up her arm.

Simultaneously, Roxy sat bolt upright.

"Ow!" Roxy exclaimed. 

Her heart raced and her breathing was panicked and irregular. She looked at her surroundings- the car park, and then to the strange girl who was staring concernedly back at her.

"What did you do to me? Who are you? What happened?" Roxy demanded, each question becoming more frantic than the last, fear painted across her face. 

There was something about this girl with pink glittering wings that felt familiar. 

She looked up into her emerald green eyes and, as if a lightbulb had gone off in her mind, it clicked. 

"You're the girl I was serving at the bar..." she said trying to remember how long ago that had been, "with your three friends, I remember." 

She stated decidedly, noticing that her eyes seemed duller than she remembered, paying the least amount of attention to the fact that this girl looked exactly like someone straight out of a fairy tale. 

The winged girl stayed silent for a moment, as if she was too weak to offer an answer.

Roxy racked her brain, her fingers intertwining nervously, trying to remember how she'd ended up lying on the ground in the car park when her last clear memory was leaving the bar to top up on strawberries, but nothing came to mind. 

Instead, Roxy noticed a slight stinging sensation fading from her forehead. Confused she reached up and placed her hand on the sore spot right in the centre.

Without warning, her eyes shot wide open and she was plunged underwater, her vision becoming blurry and her hearing distorted. 

Roxy opened her mouth but no sound came out. 

She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. 

Panic rose in her throat, her heart beating faster. 

But suddenly the horrid sensation faded and she found herself stood in the courtyard of a grand pink and blue castle. 

Girls clutched books to their chests as they milled around, chatting, laughing in the afternoon sun. 

Then the image changed to three girls- the same ones, she realised, from the bar- smiling at her. The redhead stepped up and put a hand firmly on her shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Flora, I'm Bloom." She grinned. 

Flora? Roxy thought to herself trying to make sense of these visions. 

But before she could think of an explanation the image changed again. 

This time she could see the green treetops moving below her as if she was soaring through the air. Normally she would be terrified of heights, however here, she felt completely at ease.