Heart of a Fairy (Winx Club Fanfic)

Chapter 34

(Artist: Lonary)
Penda POV

Years have passed since the girls and I saved the oceans of the magic dimension. More battles came, and with each one, we've evolved, changed, and grown. After all these years of being known as the new Company of Light, we never thought a day would come when we would be the counsel. Elders who have been here far longer than any of us, and powerful people that help maintain balance. Yet, they didn't do much when it came to the dimension-threatening issues. I would never day say that at loud but I can only assume the headmaster reassured them when moments of danger arose.

Standing in front of the Elders of Magix, waiting for their final judgment. Standing in our garments, representing our home worlds and personalities. Bloom in a Beautiful ball gown, dressed in blues and red, unlike the rest of us, her gown seems more flexible maintaining its regalness.

Stella in press and folded silks, showing off her figure and Solaria gold. Layla in puffed ruffles that seem more comfortable than it may seem, long decorated like the oceans of her world. Tecna in a fitted dress, designed to be officiant and rather simple from the fashion I've seen on Zenith. Flora rests in a floral-designed dress, flowing softly against the floor and slightly puffed around the waist. Finally, Musa is in a fitted neckline and wrapped in dark fabric that matches her warm and vibrant nature.

I dressed in bronzing golds and light pinks, looking at the elders in high hair, and stern clothes. Nervous, a woman in a long pencil skirt and a pressed button-up comes by wheeling in water and snacks. She smiles at us, "Would you like anything?"

The girls and I decline, ready to see what they want. She smiles, wheeling off until she's out of sight.

An older man, a wizard, most likely from Andros from his garments and features speaks, voice low and powerful.

"Winx, Company of Light, Saviors of the Magical Dimension. Thank you for coming. We the Council of Elders have come to reward you for your services."

We stand tall, Bloom steps forward, "Thank you for your praise."

The girls and I smile, and he continues, "We will grant you new abilities, Ultimix. This is the final fairy form, far different from the rest."

An elder with sun-kissed skin and bright grayed hair continues from him, a Solairan no doubt.

"You will continue to be able to transform to any previous wings you have earned. Ultimix will be one with you, grow with you, and be the pure physical manifestation of your core abilities. Also allowing you to become a Nymph if you truly desire such a high honor."

A blue-haired man speaks smoothly, clothes extravagant but expression calculating. A citizen of Zenith, "Are you ready to accept this award, to continue to protect the magic dimension?"

One by one we say yes, prepared for this new responsibility. The elders stand, holding out their hands they begin to glow with powerful magical energy. Releasing it the orbs of magic circle us before they connect with us. Ascending from the ground we transform.

Holding myself, my body glows with power. Hearting the beating of my heart, it expanse dressing me in the joyous feeling of love. Colors glowing and adorning my figure before sprouting large finds of emotion and passion. Landing on the ground, I take in the girls' appearance, taking in the fairy form that truly embodies their core power.

Bowing our heads, Bloom speaks once again, "Thank you, Elders."

The brown-skinned man smiles, "No thank you for defending us, protecting us."

It's been a month since that day, a month of peace, a month of Noa and I running around trying to rule the kingdom while my Father lives comfortably in an estate far in the countryside of Upendo. His choice, not mine.

And when I say estate, I mean the Silver Palace.

Walking through the gardens, I stretch my limbs, my first break of the day. Sniffing a rose I smile, "Perfection."

Then I feel a scorching pain through my body, "What's happening to me!"

Staring at my hand, I watch as a thick green good starts to spread across my skin, seeping into my skin.

A psychotic voice rings in my ear, "SUBMIT TO ME!"

I frown trying to fight back, "NO!"

A battle rages onto my body, I have to protect the heart, I have to protect my kingdom. Transforming, I slam my hands on the ground, using all my strength I cast a protection spell over The Heart and Upendo. Mind slipping away, I feel my magic spread through the soil and air.

Vision blurry my head hits against the stone ground before everything fades away.

No POV

Her body transforms, her beautiful brown skin, now murky and gray. Body morphing her face changes entirely, eyes sharp and deep red, her nose small and curved, and loc's reshaping to long straight purple hair. Standing tall, the entity who's taken over Pendo's body laughs evilly.

"Finally!"

Snapping her fingers, her once light pink dress turns into a dark one, covered in thorns and wilted life.

"I knew you couldn't fight forever Fairy of Love. Now it's time to destroy my first world."

Taking the skies dark clouds form under her command. Flying through the town, she sends blasts of lightning and fire only for nothing to happen. Frustrated she tries again, shaking the ground but the buildings don't move.

"WHAT IS GOING ON!"

She flies to the palace, she storms through the halls trying to cause damage only for it to null and fade away. Slamming a door open she looks down at Noa sleeping in the bed surrounded by papers and pens.

"I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

He doesn't awaken, trying to stab him with a dagger of magic it fades away as soon as it touches his skin.

"NO!"

She tries again and again, but nothing happens.

"That pesky fairy! What has she done."

Frustrated she, calms down, chuckling darkly, "No matter, once I consume enough cores, her little spell won't work for much longer. Marching to the throne room, she sits on the seat. Deadly vines, spread across the kingdom. Covering everything in sight, laughing maniacally she smiles.

"Soon this dimension shall be mine."

Her thick black wings appear, and as she grins, Azazel the Fallen is ready to hold the dimension in her hand.