Pretty Waste - A Fated Winx Saga

# Prologue #

"It is our choices... that show what we are, far more than our abilities." 

A mantra for the Penbrooke family and a curse for some. With such a code of conduct, it was difficult to meet the high expectations of this family. There was no room for the mediocre in a place where only perfection and success ruled. Only glory and praise were accepted. Or at least that was the image they sent back. But if we looked closer, there was indeed a flaw in this perfect symmetrical image.

Yes, take a closer look!

There, just to the right... me.

Livia Camden. A fairy of the air among one of the greatest and most famous families of Specialists in the Other world. There was Andreas Eraklyon and then there was the Penbrookes.

Sylvia Camden, later Camden-Penbrooke, was a renowned specialist. Twins Unity and Patrick Penbrooke were also specialists. Both were on the steps of our mother. Loyal, resourceful, soldiers. A real protective Barrier.

And then there was me.

The weirdo of the group. 

An outcast among her own family. 

A blunder in the perfect image.

I was the product of a young adult experience going through a divorce. My mother had had a relationship with a man from the First world. At first glance, he had been the most ordinary. And then my mom soon discovered the pink post when I sent Unity flying across the garden without even touching her. Suffice to say that the forced training had quickly been stopped.

Although I assumed that relieved my mother. At least she had an explanation for my lack of excellence in combat.

Specialists were special people. Aces among mystical beings, they were the ramparts that held the world of fairies safe from the remaining burned Ones.

Although no one really talked about them anymore.

Well, not in public at least.

It was well known, secrets were much more usual in the Other world.

The Penbrooke family was one of the best at it.

"Already in the game for this new year?"

I immediately raised my head at the sound of the familiar voice of Sylvia Penbrooke before laying down the family heirloom so recognizable. I took special care in rearranging the front of the family trophy cupboard before turning in a military-style to Sylvia.

There, the very splendor of this family contrasted with my barely put-together appearance.

Sylvia half smiled at my formal greeting before taking a step towards me, uncertain."You must be in a hurry to get back to Alfea."

Obviously ! Who would not be happy to be relegated to the background in front of the famous fraternal twins?

After all, the exploits of Unity and Patrick were enough to gloss over all my blunders. We barely knew our relationship. The fact that I had taken Sylvia's maiden name was just a bonus.