Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
I thrashed around in Silas's grip, struggling with all my might until I finally wrenched free. I stumbled forward, my legs barely keeping me upright until I fell to my knees near the edge of the cliff. The rough ground tore into my skin, and blood smeared my knees, but I didn't care. My damp hair clung to my face, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I faced Silas, unashamed of my broken state.
I planted my hands on the ground, leaning over the precipice, desperately scanning the mist-shrouded waterfalls below for any sign of Stella. But there was nothing, just the relentless cascade of water and the thick mist concealing whatever lay beneath.
"Help!" Aisha's voice cut through my despair like a knife. I whipped around to see her ensnared in that disgusting, sticky substance, her eyes wide with panic.
"I'll help," I rasped, pushing myself up on shaky legs. I extended my hand, ignoring the way my voice cracked. "Water Laser."
The spell sliced through the goo, and Aisha stumbled free, almost falling before I caught her. "Are you okay?"
"Don't ask me that, are you okay?" Aisha's grip tightened on my hands, her eyes scanning my face with concern. "You look like a mess."
I raised an eyebrow, taking in her own dishevelled state—damp hair, sweat trickling down her face, and small cuts marring her skin. My expression softened. "I'm fine."
I had to be fine. I couldn't give up. Stella was too stubborn to die. We would find her, and I would do everything in my power to make sure of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bloom rush over, her face drawn into a worried frown.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my head, and I let out a groan, my legs giving way. Silas moved with lightning speed, catching me in his strong arms before I hit the ground. He held me close, his face a mask of concern and fear.
"Alethea..." Silas's voice was a breathy whisper, his eyes filled with worry as he pulled me closer. "Are you okay?"
I forced a small, reassuring smile, my hand reaching up to gently touch his face. "I just need to recover my Winx."
Silas's stoic facade cracked slightly, his worry evident in the tightness of his grip and the way his eyes searched mine for any sign of reassurance. "You shouldn't push yourself so hard. You need to rest."
"But we have to find Stella," I insisted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't give up ."
Silas's expression softened, his thumb brushing away a tear from my cheek. "We'll find her, Alethea. But you have to take care of yourself too."
"What happened to Brandon?" Aisha's question hung in the air, her head tilted in confusion.
Before I could respond, a scream echoed through the cave, freezing me in place. That voice—it was unmistakable. I spun around, nearly falling again, but Silas's strong arms steadied me.
