Born to Die (Winx Club x Oc)

Aftermath.

The courtyard of Alfea was quiet, bathed in soft sunlight as the breeze rustled the leaves. In the center of the garden stood a statue, a girl encircled by the wings of a dragon, carved in such intricate detail that it almost seemed alive. Her face, serene yet filled with a quiet sorrow, captured the attention of the girl standing before it.

The girl stood motionless, her eyes tracing the stone figure, the weight of something she couldn't quite understand pressing down on her chest. She reached out, her fingers brushing just above the surface, feeling the cool air that surrounded the statue as if she could somehow connect with it.

"Who is she?" the girl murmured softly, the question hanging in the air.

The Winx exchanged glances. There was a heaviness in their hearts that they shared, each of them remembering the girl in the statue in their own way. Stella was the first to speak, her voice low and filled with quiet reverence.

Her eyes were soft as she gazed at the statue. "She was a friend. Someone very special to us."

The girl took a step closer, her gaze not leaving the figure, her heart stirring with a strange longing. "A friend," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "She must have meant a lot to you."

"She did," Stella replied, her voice growing faint. "She was like a sister."

The girl stood silently, the sadness in the words settling deep within her. There was something about her, something she couldn't explain, that seemed to resonate within her. It was as if she could feel the loss, even without knowing the whole story.

"I don't know why," the girl said, her voice quiet, "but I feel like I should know her. Like there's something I'm missing."

Musa stepped forward, her eyes soft with understanding. "She had a way of making people feel... like they mattered," she said. "Like she was always there for you, even when you didn't think anyone was."

The girl's fingers twitched at the edge of the statue, her chest tight with emotion. She stared at the dragon, the wings wrapped protectively around the girl in stone. It made her think of something lost, something she didn't have the words for. "I wish I could have known her," the girl said softly, a sadness in her tone.

A heavy silence lingered, and the girl continued to gaze at the statue, her heart full of things she couldn't put into words.

The girl stood for a moment longer, her eyes lingering on the statue. She took one last breath, her heart heavy with the unspoken connection she felt. It was a feeling she couldn't fully grasp, yet it left her with a quiet ache.

She turned toward her friends, her gaze shifting from the statue to the Winx, and with a soft nod, she began to walk away. As she did, the weight of the her memory lingered in her chest, the sadness of the statue following her.

"Let's go, Roxy," Stella's voice was gentle, like a call to leave behind the past, to move on, even though the weight of what had been lingered in the air. "We can't stay here forever."

And just before Roxy turned away, something in her heart whispered a name she could not forget.

"Alethea," she murmured under her breath, the name feeling like a weight on her tongue, like a memory too heavy to carry.

The Winx turned, leading her away, but Roxy couldn't shake the feeling that the girl was with them — not in the statue, but in the space between them, in the hearts of her friends.

And as they walked toward the school, the sky above seemed to dim a little, as if the world was mourning alongside them. Alethea, the lost princess, the hero, was gone. But the pain of her absence lingered, hanging in the air, silent yet loud.

"I was born to die," the voice of the wind whispered in her ears. "But I will live in the hearts of those who loved me, forever."

Roxy closed her eyes for a moment, her heart heavy with a grief she couldn't explain. Alethea was gone, but the pain of her absence lingered. And the world around her seemed a little quieter, as if even the sky above was mourning the girl they had lost.

She would never forget her.