Winx: The reincarnation

Chapter one

The story begins with the serene scene of a sleeping fairy, poised on the brink of embarking upon her journey into greatness. In the opulent chambers of the palace, Princess Danielle di Eraklyon lay nestled in her bed, bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

"Princess, wake up! It's time for breakfast. Your parents are already at the table," Miriam, one of the palace maids, entered the room, her voice gentle yet firm as she attempted to rouse the slumbering princess from her rest.

"Mhmm... Miriam, leave me alone," Danielle murmured groggily, her voice muffled by the plush blankets cocooning her form.

"I wish I could, but your mother has important news for you," Miriam persisted, moving to draw back the curtains and flood the room with sunlight. Danielle frowned in her sleep, shielding her eyes from the intrusion of light with a groan.

"Get up, Princess Danielle di Eraklyon; I am serious," Miriam's tone turned stern as she approached the bed, hands planted firmly on her hips. Yet Danielle remained obstinately unresponsive, choosing instead to curl up tighter beneath the covers.

"Waking you up is such a hassle," Miriam grumbled under her breath, her frustration palpable as she yanked the blanket from Danielle's slumbering form.

"It's cold," she mumbled, still half-asleep, as she instinctively curled into a fetal position. Miriam sighed in exasperation, her patience wearing thin.

"Waking you up is such a hassle," she repeated, dropping the blanket onto Danielle's bed "I will just have to tell your mother about how disobedient you are."

"No, don't tell her!" Danielle quickly sits up in fear of her mother and gets up from bed, immediately folding her blanket and making her bed.

"Finally." Miriam wipes off the imaginary sweat from her forehead and then sighs in relief. Waking up the princess is no easy feat. "Now let's get you ready." ushering her towards the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

Miriam pushed Danielle into the bathroom for her hygiene routine. After that, Miriam selected an orange knee-length gown with light-blue accents that matched her eyes and consisted of a pleated skirt and long flared sleeves, accompanied by a pair of dangling earrings, a tiara, and a pair of wedges.

She made Danielle's blonde hair into a simple bun, then fitted Danielle into her selected clothes. She then pushed Danielle out of her room into the hallway, leaving Danielle to make it on her own to breakfast.

Daniel, Danielle's twin brother, rushed past her and stopped right in front of her. Appearance is the only thing similar about the twins. Unlike Danielle, her brother is more outgoing and sometimes very mischievous, but Danielle thinks he is just annoying.

"Why are you so slow?" he teased,

"Get out of my way, you idiot," Danielle retorted, her expression contorted in distaste.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed today. Such vulgar behavior," Daniel teased, unfazed by his sister's brusque manner.

Ignoring her brother's jibes, Danielle made her way to the dining hall, where their parents were already seated, engaged in their morning meal. As the twins took their places at the table, and the maids served them their portion of food before leaving the family to dine.

"Good morning, Mother, Father." The twins greeted their parents.

"Good morning, my love." Their mother greeted them warmly, her demeanor bright and cheerful.

"Good morning, my children," their father answered, clearing his throat.

"Look what came—your acceptance letters into Alphea and Red Fountain," she exclaimed, and a butler handed them the letters containing the exciting news.

"Woah, so cool." Danielle beamed at the pale purple envelope handed to her. "I can't wait to be a guardian fairy." Her ambition was gleaming in her eyes.

"I can't wait to start school in Magix," Daniel chimed in, sharing in his sister's enthusiasm.

"And don't forget. Eraklyon is having a diplomatic dinner with the Kingdom of Romulea tonight." Their father reminded them, and the twins glanced at their father.

"Maybe Danielle can help me with the preparation of the banquet tonight," their mother suggested, directing a pointed look at Danielle, who felt a pang of apprehension at the suggestion.

"I have to start packing," Danielle interjected hastily, feigning urgency to escape the impending task.

"But resumption isn't until next week," her mother pointed out, puzzled.

"I can be forgetful, you know. I will have to write a list of the things I need and cross-check that list, then pack those items, then cross-check all over again," Danielle rattled off, her excuse sounding flimsy even to her own ears.

"Okay, I guess Miriam will help me. Too bad. You could at least learn how to associate with other people to help with your social anxiety," her mother remarked, a note of disappointment in her voice.

"Don't call it social anxiety; I just like to be on my own," Danielle replied defensively, her discomfort evident.

"You can't always want to be alone," her father chimed in, echoing her mother's concerns.

"I am not always alone; I mean, I have you guys. Mom, Dad, and Daniel. What's more to want?" Danielle gestured to her family, seeking to deflect their concerns.

"Cute sentiment, but we mean actual friends, Danielle. You refused to associate with noble kids your age," her mother reminded her, her tone tinged with concern.

"Maybe because Danielle is such a weirdo," Daniel interjected, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he poked fun at his sister.

"Don't call your sister a weirdo," their father admonished, though a hint of amusement lurked in his eyes.

"But it's true!" Daniel protested, unable to contain his laughter.

"We just need you to make friends; Danielle and stuffed animals don't count. You are well past that stage," her mother urged gently, her expression softening with concern. Danielle sinks into her seat, exhausted from the conversion.

"Don't forget, we have visitors tonight," her father reminded them once again, she couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about the diplomatic dinner.