Winx: The reincarnation 2

Chapter five

Later that night, the witches found themselves in a small, dimly lit apartment in Magix. The place was modest, with worn furniture and a faint scent of old wood, but it was enough for their needs. Electra tossed her bag onto a threadbare couch, glancing around the space with a mix of disdain and resignation.

"This place is a dump," Tasma muttered, her voice filled with irritation as she flicked on a dusty lamp, casting a warm glow over the room.

"It's temporary," Electra replied, her tone dismissive as she walked to the window and peered out at the bustling city below. The lights of Magix flickered like stars in the distance, and she could hear the faint hum of life outside—a stark contrast to the stillness of Light-Rock.

Scarlett, however, seemed oddly content as she set her things down gently on a small table. "It's cosy," she said softly, running her fingers over the faded fabric of a nearby chair. "And we're free. That's what matters."

Tasma rolled her eyes, flopping down onto the couch. "Free to do what? Play with more squirrels."

Scarlett ignored the jab, instead focusing on the sense of relief that came with being out in the world again. The apartment, though far from luxurious, felt like a new beginning—a place where they could rebuild their lives, away from the shadows of their past.

Electra turned away from the window, her gaze settling on Scarlett. "What's the plan, Scarlett? You can't keep pretending everything is fine. We need to figure out what we're going to do next."

Scarlett paused, looking at her two companions with a mixture of sadness and determination. "We stick together," she said firmly. "We stay out of trouble, we work on ourselves, and we move forward."

"We'll see how long that lasts," Electra muttered, turning away and heading toward one of the small bedrooms.

Tasma sighed, pushing herself up from the couch. "Yeah, we'll see," she echoed, following Electra's lead.

Scarlett watched them go, her heart heavy but resolute. She knew this path wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to stay on it, no matter how many times she stumbled. As she settled into a chair by the window, looking out at the city lights, she made a silent vow to herself: she would protect her friends, guide them to the light, and most importantly, she would not let the darkness take her again.

Later that night, when the apartment had settled into silence and the dim light from the street lamps filtered through the curtains, Electra and Tasma quietly met in the living room. The air was thick with tension, the kind that had been building since their release from Light-Rock.

Tasma leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "So, what do you think?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Electra, seated on the worn couch, glanced toward Scarlett's room, ensuring the door was closed before responding. "I think Scarlett's gone soft. I have given up."

"We still have one trick up our sleeve—dark magic," Tasma said, her eyes flashing a sinister shade of purple.

Electra's lips curled into a smirk, the plan beginning to form in her mind. "Tasma, you're a genius," she whispered, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

They crept silently into Scarlett's room, the dim moonlight casting eerie shadows across the walls. Scarlett lay peacefully in her bed, unaware of the danger lurking nearby. Electra held her breath, watching as Tasma extended her hands toward Scarlett, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

Dark wisps of energy began to form in the air, swirling and coiling like serpents around Scarlett.

"You just need a little push, that's all," Tasma whispered, her voice laced with determination. The dark magic continued to gather, wrapping tighter around Scarlett.

Scarlett stirred slightly, her brow furrowing as the dark energy seeped into her subconscious. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, and her breathing grew unsteady. Tasma gritted her teeth, pouring all her will into the spell, desperate to bring back the Scarlett she once knew.

Just as the darkness seemed to take hold, Scarlett's eyes fluttered open, and she awoke with a loud gasp.

"Oh no, she's awake," Electra muttered, panic flashing in her eyes.

Scarlett sat up, her gaze darting between them. "What were you trying to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and betrayal. "I almost... You're not my friends!"

Electra scoffed, her tone cold. "Do we even consider ourselves friends?"

Tasma shot her a disapproving look but said nothing.

Scarlett's expression hardened as she looked down at her sweaty palms, the sting of betrayal sharp in her chest. Slowly, she reached under her pillow and pulled out a small, ornate bell.

Electra's eyes widened as realisation dawned on her. "I've seen that kind of bell before."

"Scarlett, don't you dare," Tasma warned, her voice tinged with fear.

Scarlett's voice was steady but laced with sorrow as she replied, "The monks were right—you two can't be trusted. But don't worry, it's for your own good." She rang the tiny bell, and immediately, a portal opened, casting a bright, otherworldly light into the room.

The monks of Light-Rock stepped through the portal, their presence commanding and unyielding. Tasma and Electra, realising what was happening, tried to attack them with their magic, but their spells fizzled out, ineffective against the monks. In a swift motion, the monks overpowered the two witches, binding their wrists with magic-cancelling bracelets.

"You'll regret this, Scarlett," Tasma hissed as she and Electra were dragged toward the portal, their voices echoing with anger and betrayal.

Scarlett watched in silence as they disappeared back into Light-Rock, leaving her alone in her room, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her heart.