Wings of Rebirth (Winx Club x Reader)

Final Chapter.

Hi everyone,

I want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for following this journey through the six seasons of this Winx Club fanfiction. However, after a lot of thought, I've decided that this will be the final chapter of the series. I feel that the story has come to a natural close here.

I hope you enjoy this final chapter and that it brings a sense of closure. If you're interested, please check out my other stories.

Thank you all for reading!

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Here lies Cairo, loving brother.

The words on the gravestone didn't feel true, even though I chose them. I kept staring, hoping that somehow they'd make sense. But the truth was, Cairo hadn't been loving for a long time.

The wind whispered through the grass of Aalto, a place as peaceful as he would've liked. Or, at least, the Cairo I remembered—the one who promised to protect me when we were kids, who smiled like nothing could ever go wrong. I wondered if that version of him still existed somewhere or if the darkness had taken him completely.

Sitting down by the grave, I traced the words again. "Cairo, loving brother." It sounded like something someone would write if they didn't know the whole story—if they didn't know what he had become.

"I should've stopped you sooner," I whispered, though only the wind heard me. 

But I was young and didn't understand the darkness in him until it was too late—until our mother was gone, her blood on his hands.

I remember that night, the house cold and still after it was over. I ran to our mother, but she was already gone. And Cairo? He just stood there, shocked at what he'd done. For a moment, I thought he'd come back to me, but he didn't. He left, without a word. The next time I saw him, he wasn't my brother anymore.

It's been months since I had to end him. I had no choice—he had become too dangerous. I had tried to save him, but in the end, it wasn't enough.

"Why did it have to be this way?" I asked the empty air. I didn't want to be the one standing over his grave. But here I am, one of the last of our family, wondering what could have been.

The legendarium world had shown me the worst of him—how he laughed when he attacked me, how his eyes burned with hatred. It was like fighting a shadow. In his final moments, I thought I saw a flicker of my old brother, but it was too late.

"I hope you've found peace," I whispered. "I hope you're the Cairo I remember."

As I stood up, the wind seemed to push me forward. One last glance at the gravestone—"Here lies Cairo, loving brother"—and this time, it didn't sting as much. I felt a sense of closure. I walked away, leaving the past behind.

Ahead, my friends were waiting. Bloom, with her fiery red hair, Stella, always radiant, and the others, each offering their silent support. Natsu, standing slightly apart, opened his arms, and I stepped into his embrace, feeling grounded and safe. Even though one person was missing—Riven, who had gone his own way—there was a sense of peace, both for Cairo and for me.

And then, my sister, Crystal, her face is soft with emotion. She takes a step forward, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. We've both been through so much, losing Cairo and our mother, even our father, but now, we're here—together. She doesn't say anything, just offers her hand, and I take it, feeling the quiet strength in her grip.

Bloom steps forward, her blue eyes gentle. "Are you ready?" she asks softly.

I nod, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. "Yeah," I whisper, "I'm ready."

Natsu's arm remains wrapped around me, his presence steady, and I take a deep breath. The ache of loss is still there, but it's not as heavy now. I've said my goodbyes. I've let Cairo go.

"Let's go home," I say, my voice sure.

Together, we turn away from the grave, leaving the past behind. The stars begin to appear in the sky, softly glowing above us, and as we walk, I find myself smiling. I'm surrounded by the people I love, and I know that no matter what happens next, I won't face it alone.

I glance at Natsu beside me. He catches the starlight in his dark eyes and smiles, his hand squeezing mine. There's a warmth in his gaze that makes me believe everything will be okay.

As we walk away from the hill, away from the grave, I don't look back. I don't need to. That chapter of my life—both the brother I loved and the one I had to fight—is over. His memory will stay with me, but it no longer holds me down.

I'm free.

As stars sprinkle the night sky, I take a deep breath and smile. This is how my story ends—not in sorrow, but surrounded by love.

And so, my book closes.