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𝟬𝟰𝟰 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

┊𖤐₊˚. ࿐ྂ。Mirta was sitting alone in her room, still thinking over her whole situation with Lucy. They had been friends for as long as she could remember, and she couldn’t believe Lucy had walked away from their friendship so easily. They were like sisters and now Lucy treated her like some scum on the bottom of her shoe. Mirta knew this was all the Trix’s fault.

It had to be them.

Mirta thought of what she could do to get back at the Trix. The girl formulated a plan in her mind. If she could listen to what the Trix really thought of Lucy, then maybe her friend would finally come to her senses and realise the true nature of the people she idolized.

Mirta began to summon her power, pressing her hands together, and chanted the spell, “Search high and low, both cranny and nook, when you find that witch, let me listen and look!” She drew her hands apart slowly, and as they seperated, a purple screen formed between her palms. The further she pulled them apart the larger the larger the screen grew until it was almost the size of a television. 

The screen wavered before the sight of the Trix came into view, their faces tinted oddly purple by the magic.
“So, this time we’ll get it. We’ll finally get the Dragon Flame,” Icy was saying to the two other witches.

Mirta frowned, since it seemed she had stumbled onto the plotting of another one of the Trix’s devious plans.
“When Bloom reads the book, she’ll panic, and be so filled with doubt that she won’t be able to stop us this time.”

Mirta had no idea what the Dragon Flame was, and she only had vague knowledge of Bloom. She only knew of the Alfea fairies who had been thwarting the Trix. Mirta had a bad feeling that if she let them attack Bloom something truly terrible would happen.

The witch let the screen fade and sat back on the wall, already speculating wildly about how she could locate this Bloom before the Trix did. It was going to be hard but she'd do anything to get the revenge on the Trix for taking Lucy from her.

Meanwhile just above the Forest of Death, Bloom was heading straight for Cloud Tower, on the back of Brandon’s his leva-bike.
“We’re almost there, Bloom,” Brandon told her, nodding to the monstrous black shape that loomed up ahead out of the din.

“Hang on!” he called as if Bloom wasn't already clutching on to him.

Brandon jerked at the handlebars and sent them soaring into the air, leaving the road completely. Bloom gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming and gripping even tighter on to Brandon.

“Timmy said we have to find the point of vulnerability, the fulcrum of the forcefield,” Brandon told her, as he navigated around the crackling bolts of the lightning shield around Cloud Tower. “It’s the only way to get through. It should be just below the place with the highest voltage.”

Bloom watched the crackling electricity carefully, startling when one of the bolts got too close, before locating the one place where the lightning seemed to hit consistently and the strongest.
“There,” she called, pointing.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Brandon agreed.  “Okay, hold on.”

Brandon pressed a button on his bike and immediately began to drop like a stone through the air, wind whistling past. They reached the spot, passed it, before the bike surged forward, passing straight through the shield. The feeling of going through the electricity was unpleasant and the bike shuddered.

Brandon commanded the bike, forcing it onwards so they could land on one of the many outdoor stairways. They bumped and jolted down the stairs, the bike's energy fluctuating as it tried to keep them level. When they reached a platform, the bike came to a halt.