The Purge Feast - Fate: The Winx Saga

You think this will make you a hero

Farah took another deep breath and looked over at her students and teachers. She nodded to Ben Harvey as if to say: Now is the time to run away! She closed her eyes and released all the magic she had collected. An explosive bang went through the forest and left no leaf on top of the other. A huge wall of light formed between specialists and fairies and exploded in all directions. Fireballs rained down on the specialists. It seemed like a volcano had exploded right under their nose. Suddenly the wall of light collapsed, leaving nothing but black ash and thick smoke. It surrounded everything and everyone like an impenetrable curtain. The flood of fog rolled over the mossy ground and within a few seconds had enveloped the already dark forest in absolute blackness. Farah opened her eyes and saw the black wall rolling towards her too. To avoid the biggest impact, she turned away and threw herself on the ground beneath her feet.

The black smoke wall loomed, a menacing barrier that cleaved the forest into distinct territories. On one side, panicked fairies fled, their footsteps rapid and uneven as they sought escape from the relentless pursuit of the specialists. The air was thick with the scent of fear and desperation. On the opposite side, the specialists, with grim determination, moved in tight formations, their weapons glinting ominously in the dim light, ready to strike at a moment's notice. And in a secluded part of the forest, Farah Dowling and Saul Silva were stranded, separated from their respective groups by the thick, swirling mist.

Farah moved cautiously through the dense smoke, her senses heightened. The acrid scent of burnt wood filled her nostrils, mixing with the earthy aroma of damp soil and decaying leaves. She could hear the distant shouts and clashing metal, a chaotic symphony that set her nerves on edge. Every crackle and snap of a branch made her heart race. She could feel the magic pulsing in her veins, a primal instinct urging her to flee, but she forced herself to remain calm. The cold air bit at her skin, and she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, knowing she had to find a way out, away from the specialists hunting her kind.

Farah had used nearly all of her magic. She felt weak, her limbs heavy and unresponsive, but the light pulsating of her remaining magic in her veins reminded her she wasn't completely powerless. She pressed on, determined to survive.

On the other side, Saul advanced with calculated steps, his eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings. The smoke was disorienting, a suffocating veil that obscured his vision and made it difficult to breathe. He could smell the faint tang of metal from his weapons and the smoky residue clinging to his clothes. The shouts and sounds of combat were muffled, distorted by the thick air, but Andreas's voice cut through the fog, calling out to him. It seemed distant, almost ethereal, like a ghostly echo. The urgency in Andreas's tone spurred him on, yet a strange sensation tugged at his mind, pulling him deeper into the murky depths. The forest floor felt uneven under his boots, the crunch of twigs and leaves marking his path.

Saul's thoughts were singular: capture the fairy. He had seen her bright white eyes, a sign of her rare and powerful abilities to use all elements of magic. Capturing her would make him a hero, a savior of Solaria. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and determination as he moved forward.

As they walked, the smoke began to thin, the dense curtain slowly lifting to reveal the dim outlines of trees and underbrush. Farah's breaths came in short, shallow gasps, the exertion and magic depletion taking their toll. Her senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs amplified in the relative silence. The dark silhouettes of the forest started to take shape around her, and through the dissipating mist, she saw the outline of a figure ahead.

Farah and Saul emerged from the gloom simultaneously. The moment their eyes met, the world around them seemed to pause. Farah's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. The chaotic symphony of distant shouts and clashing metal faded away, leaving an almost oppressive silence in its wake. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her body, heightening her senses, making every detail painfully clear. Farah's gaze locked onto Saul's, her eyes a storm of fear and defiance. She saw him clearly now: his face smeared with dirt and sweat, his eyes hard and focused, his grip on his sword unwavering. The sharp, metallic scent of his weapon mixed with the lingering smoke, creating an acrid tang in the air. Her own exhaustion weighed heavily on her, the cold air biting at her skin, but she stood her ground, refusing to show weakness.