Dark Bloom: Dance in the Dark

Chapter 1

There are things in this world that we cannot truly explain. Sometimes the darkness will join the light, but mostly we see that those who have basked in purity often join the darkness. Perhaps this is a sign of growing up or perhaps it is a rebellion. I feel that this is just the way that the universe works. As we all know the Great Dragon created the universe and therefore man-kind, it was once a part of evil and then it changed to good, seeing that neither side was truly beautiful it became what mortal man calls neutrality. I believe that the other half of me followed our creator's path. Dark Bloom was part of the shadows for such a long time and yer in the end she became good. She destroyed the entity that was Darkar and returned to me. Would you believe me if I told you I could still hear her thoughts sometimes. If I close my eyes at night I will sometimes find myself back in that land of darkness, sometimes I'm in that cell again with the memory of Baltor, other times I could see the kingdom my sister has created. It is a beautiful kingdom made up of stone castles with vibrant green vines growing forever up on the sides of the towers. A small village lives on the outskirts of that castle, most of the citizens are people from the shadow realm, but my sister appreciates them all the same.

Classes at Alfea have picked up quite a lot this year and I often find myself stumbling to get things finished on time. Wizgiz's classes are the hardest since I'm still not used to transformation magic he always calls on me in class too especially when I'm about to nod off so in the end I am gifted with tons of extra essays to write for not paying attention. The Winx have been avoiding me as of late it appears as if they don't trust me but I have no clue why I mean my sister wasn't all that bad she was just feeling vengeful no reason to freak. Mrs. Faragonda requires that I see her every other night so that she can check on my 'condition' or whatever that means. Sky and I have officially split since last week. It appears as if I have lost everything since that faithful day and now I am just alone.

Sometimes I think about running back into my own head to live with my sister. One day I was going to revert into my empty dorm room and sulk into the shadowed corner, then I'd close my eyes and escape. If someone ever found my earthen body they would be too late to awaken me; I would sleep forever to be lost in a kingdom of shadows. That's how I would escape this never ending madness.

As I lay in bed waiting for the sun to rise and signal the dawn of a new day I think up all the maddening things that exist and then I allow myself time to feel sad as I remember that today is the day that Alfea loses her best headmistress within one-hundred years. Today was Mrs. Faragonda's last day. My alarm clock blares out an annoying tune that rings in my ears only to meet my fist as it slams down on the snooze button. I groan when my feet hit the freezing hard wood floor. Outside the comfort of my blankets I find the bite of winter start up on my skin. Outside my window I can clearly see the earth has begun to sleep as the trees turned hues of autumn golds,reds, and light greens.

I wandered toward my wardrobe and began my normal routine of wearing my blue shirt and jeans, I wore this most of the time as I had multiples of everything. Then I would walk towards my bathroom and brush out my heightened hair so that it would lay flat against my head. My breathe was blown in a huff from between my lips when my eyes gaze at my still shattered mirror. The distorted mirror did little to help my fight with taming the beast I called my hair but I did the best I could.

Eventually when everything is said and done I find myself looking on the borderline of presentable. I am off to search for my bag that is filled with several notebooks all written in with my scrambled handwriting, colored pencils litter the floor the moment I pick it up and I soon realize that I had picked up the bag in a way that all the contents could spill outward. My knees give a loud pop as I bend down to gather the pencils and notebooks. A picture falls from one and glides gently through the air until it hits the ground silently. My mind becomes a mass of thoughts all trying to be heard; I am arguing with myself on whether I will pick it up or leave it until I return. The watch on my hand has already told me that I am almost half an hour late to my class with Wizgiz and he won't be too forgiving if I am late.