Bloom shifted uncomfortably where she stood at the foot of Elara's bed, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She stared down at the floor, unable to meet Elara's gaze, guilt practically radiating off her."Your mom's been lying to me, to a lot of people," Bloom said, her voice low and tense.
Elara blinked at her, a frown creasing her forehead. She could already feel her temper beginning to smolder, but she kept her voice even. "Oh? About what?" she asked, watching Bloom carefully.
Bloom took a deep breath, her hands wringing in front of her as she struggled to get the words out. "About Rosalind," she said finally. "She told me that she's dead, but she's not. She's alive."
Elara stared at her, completely lost. "Who is Rosalind?" she asked, genuine confusion painting her features.
"You don't know?" Aisha said, sounding surprised.
"Well obviously not, I just asked who she is," Elara shot back sharply, her patience wearing thin. The last thing she had the energy for was people being cryptic.
"Apparently she was the headmistress before Dowling," Bloom explained quickly, rushing her words a bit as if trying to ease the tension.
Before Elara could even react to that, Stella cut in, her voice grim. "And Beatrix killed Callum."
The room seemed to freeze. Elara's blood turned to ice, then to fire in an instant. "What?!" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.
Without thinking, Elara surged forward, trying to get up from the bed despite the obvious pain it caused her. Her entire body screamed in protest, but rage fueled her. "That manipulative little snake, I'll fucking kill her," Elara snarled, struggling against the hands that tried to hold her back.
Stella, quicker than the others, moved to gently but firmly push Elara back down onto the bed. "Let me go, dammit!" Elara yelled, her voice breaking from both fury and exhaustion.
"You need to rest!" Stella countered, trying to reason with her, but Elara was beyond reasoning now.
"I need to kill Beatrix!" Elara growled, her eyes blazing with fury.
With a burst of stubborn strength, Elara wrenched herself free from Stella's grasp, practically throwing herself off the bed. She stumbled forward, catching herself on the doorframe with a wince. Pain radiated from her side and down her legs, but she didn't stop. She could barely stand, yet her determination was feral, untamed.
The others scrambled after her as she lurched into the hallway, struggling but not slowing down.
"You don't even know where you're going!" Stella called after her, half in exasperation, half in fear.
"I can feel her, so yes, I do know where I'm going," Elara snapped over her shoulder, her tone brooking no argument. Every word she spat was laced with rage and an unsettling sense of certainty.
She limped heavily, one arm clutching her side as if she could physically hold herself together through sheer force of will. The fluorescent lights overhead cast stark shadows down the corridor, making the scene feel even more chaotic and surreal.
The rest of the group had no idea where Beatrix was being held, but they knew better than to try and physically stop Elara again. They followed her closely, exchanging worried glances behind her back.
"Someone should get Dowling," Aisha whispered hurriedly to the others, her voice barely audible.
"Absolutely not," Elara barked without turning her head, her voice sharp and terrifyingly clear. The group froze for a half-second, stunned. They hadn't thought she could possibly have heard that, not with how quietly Aisha had spoken.

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The Beginning of The End |•|•| Fate : The Winx Saga
FanfictionElara Dowling is the 15 year old daughter of Farah Dowling. Elara's best friend is Terra, they've been best friends since they were babies, considering their parents worked together. Elara's a first year at Alfea, she expected a calm year but she...