The Avatar Wings

Black Willow Tree

Valtor folded his arms back, absorbing magic from other realms. It was easier than the last couple of times, especially with the company of light growing older. Fairies, despite their longer life span, still must grow old and die.  And yet, Valtor remains, always. Yet, even with the power of the second sun of Solaria flowing through him, it wasn't enough. He still had that insatiable hunger inside of him for more magic. Another planet dies without its magic keeping them alive. Another has violent storms, other crops fail, and its people die slowly. For others, any uniqueness dies out. 

Magic is power. 

Valtor would take all of it. 

Zaheer, for the time being, while he was very good at what he does, was a pawn. Foolish zealot idealist, thinking that he’ll give him what he wants—abandoned what little morals he had to join him. Despite what Zaheer proclaims, he wants power to change the fate of Elementia. Freedom, he cries out. Valtor knew he craved power and took on his offer with zero afterthoughts. 

Hypocrite.

Valtor, with his magic, boosted Zaheer's power, ignoring the Trix's glares at Zaheer's new power boost. "That should be enough to aid you on the next mission." Icy made a slight growl at the sight of Zaheer getting more magic. "But why him?!" Icy pointed her long blue nails at Zaheer.

"Because I said so." Valtor clenched his jaw. A sign that Icy should back off. Valtor folded his arms, looking away from the Trix and the Red Lotus Member. "Zaheer will go to Linphea, collect nature spells and stop the Winx from freeing Faragonda."

"Why me?"

"Because you strike fear into the Dual Avatar's hearts." Valtor chuckled unpleasantly, "How Wan froze and flicked between his human and fairy form." Valtor stepped forward to Zaheer. "I struck too soon." Zaheer said, regretting his action that day, "Kaiyo, Wan's sister earned her enchantix."

Valtor almost laughed, "She is of no concern, no matter how many enchantix fairies they are. None will stop me, especially not the Dual Avatars, who are fated never to have it." 

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Stella teleported all the Winx to Linphea, a world filled with forests, jungles, and rainforests renowned for their respect for nature. The forest they teleported into had trees that almost touched the sky. Creatures native to the planet made their calls, wings fluttering in the distance. The smell was full of pine and oak. Stella slipped her ring back on her finger, "Thank you for riding with Solarian lines. We hope to see you again." Stella made a small curtsy. 

Flora breathed in the earthy air, "It's good to be home."  Her hand touched the firm truck of a tree. 

"This planet is beautiful." Korra's eyebrows flashed up and held for a moment. Stella sneezed. 

"Wait till you guys see the Jareria Rain forests." Flora said, "Its trees are higher than all the planets in this sector." Flora turned to see a twelve-year-old girl waving her hands, running as fast as her feet could take her. "Flora!" She looked similar to flora, but she was a bit lighter in skin tone. Flora picked up the young girl and twirled her around, "Miele!"