"Once their magic land did glow
With vagrant, ever-present light:
When sprites would play in flowing fields,
The twilight shining in their wings
As they swam through silky seas of mist,
Before the coming of the Wave

Once the sprites had reawakened
The voice resounded in their minds:
You have my sincerest praises
For vanquishing the Wave's eight phases,
Each imbued with twisted souls
Collected by their maker;
Each a brutal incarnation
Embodying the psyche.

Thus the exalting onslaught went
Till Nameless conceived a final hope,
And drawing out a flask of spirits
Hurled it at the barricade,
Then blazed a spark with blade on blade
Setting to light a rampant fire;
A majestic funeral pyre
Felling the wall atop its maker.

A mythic beast long said to sleep
'Neath the edge of the world's end
Sheathed by the Wavering Peninsula,
A creature of the greatest might,
The sacred dragon of twilight.

In the place of the calamitous, only life was known.
After the circling stars
When the eastern dark void, the air full of despair
Sprites have long since lost their wings
As they did their innocence,
The timeless dusk in which they lived,
And perhaps of all the saddest;
No memories remain but this:

Streaming forth in sheer delight,
The Twilight Dragon met the Wave;
Twirling 'round his adversary
Till inextricably entwined
They momentarily shone as one,
Like a swiftly dying sun
Whose embers flare with glory bright
Before it's taken by the night.

When the aura dissipated,
Wave and Dragon both were gone,
He knew this victory's true price;
The last and greatest sacrifice
At land's end so far away
For every voice that now did cheer

Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated,
"For sure... For sure I can go home."
But the girl did not know...
The truth that waited her at the end of the journey
the eternal mourning of her land."

- Epitaph of Twilight from .Hack


The sounds of book pages being turned echoed through the peaceful stillness of the bedroom. A girl appearing in her teenage years sat in the middle of a twin sized bed with an old book with worn and tattered pages sitting gently in her lap. With a sigh, she brushed a strand of her light brown hair out of her face, but she did not stop reading. She closed her eyes as she got to one page though, the graphic images danced in her mind's eye.

Crimson blood was splattered across the floor. Dead bodies were thrown carelessly about the blood-covered floor – like toys that no longer entertained a child, left in a heap of no life.

"Save the princesses! Save the princesses!"

Shrieks of terror echoed through the stillness. The air reeked of destruction and despair.

"The King and Queen are dead! Find the Princesses! Save them! Save them both!"

"It's too late! One is gone! The other is dead!"

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"NO IT IS YOURS! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT LEFT THEM!"

Voices ran together into a muddled mess, whatever light that remained was soon diminished in a black cloud that over took the land from the outside and swallowed the building whole. The once beautiful, flower-covered land became a wasteland, overcome by darkness. Screams of terror erupted as a giant pale pink-orange dragon fled into the skies.

Then, all was silent.

She sat up and looked out her window into the sunlit day. She brushed another stray strand of hair behind her ear and sighed once again.

What does this mean… the destruction… the Twilight…Could it be? No, I doubt it. That day… so much death… Slowly, she got up off the bed and gently set the book she was reading down. Maybe reading that book had been a bad idea…

Absently, she wondered over to the opened the window and a gentle breeze kissed her skin. She closed her eyes and welcomed the sounds and smells of her home. Then, she opened her sky blue eyes and smiled at the familiar sight. The clean air of her home realm was what she needed to calm down.

She loved her home realm and all its beauty. What had once been only the second most beautiful realm, now held the title for the most beautiful – with good reason.

The village was high above the forest floor, built into the trees, with old wooded bridges woven through the branches that guaranteed safe crossing between the different t trees. There were other bridges that spiraled around the trees that led to the ground below. A series of multicolored lanterns hung from the branches and lined the railings of the bridges. Wind chimes also hung from the trees and as the wind blew, the different notes rang out into the sky.

The houses were built to encircle the trunk in shapes ranging from rough ovals, to pentagonal. The elaborate roofs had a gentle slope that curved up to a point; the shingles were painted in many colors and were set up in a jigsaw pattern. Many houses had wind chimes hanging off the tips off the points. Several of the porches had hanging flower arrangements in all different designs and hues. The doorways were all similar in style, a simple sliding door that was propped open during the day to let the breeze flow into the house.

On the ground below, there were merchants lined along the paths selling fresh fruits and children were playing in the brush. Located in the center of the forest village, was one great tree that seemed to glow a pale blue when the moonlight shown on it at night. It was hollowed out on the inside.

Outside there was a large red wooden structure that resembled a Shinto Gate, with large wooden steps that led up into the tree. The hollowed entrance to the tree; however; was blocked off by decorated by large shinto doors. The pattern on the doors resembled a large sky blue full moon with a smoky outline of a dragon encircling it. There was a big lock on the front of the doors to keep outsiders out.

The familiar sounds helped ease the horrific vision from her mind's eye. A robin flew by, chirping its happy melody. She smiled again as the bird flew around and landed on her windowsill. She was just about to pet it when suddenly, she froze. Her eyes widened in shock, she gasped for air as her vision went black.

"Those old witches screwed up all those years ago because they didn't have all their facts straight. They weren't subtle enough in their approach. This is why one must do their research before they make their move." A voice pierced through the darkness.

"But we're safe now, the Company of Light are long dead – it's safe to make our move now- and we'll succeed where they failed!" another voice answered.

"No one can stand in our way," a third voice cackle, "We shall rule the magical dimension and succeed where our ancestors failed!"

Three silhouettes were seen as a wild fire of flames danced wildly into a pentagram of black magic. The trio of voices erupted into cynical laughter; and then slowly echoed away into the darkness.

Everything turned white with a bright flash, and suddenly there was a black orb that hurtled closer and closer and an amazing speed. It got bigger and bigger until there was nothing but darkness.

Her eyes flew open as she slammed her hands down on the windowsill; the little robin flew away in fear. She squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them, she stared at the bird, whose tiny body was barely visible from the distance. . She shook her head, trying to clear it. She cast her gaze out the window once more before backing away and closing the window. She glanced around the room looking for a distraction – anything to get the image out of her mind. No. I won't think about it, she thought.

Feeling dizzy, she staggered to her desk and clutched the back of her chair for support. Purple spots filled her vision and she lost all feeling, her eyes closed.

When she regained consciousness, she was laying on her bedroom floor on her right side. With a sigh, she rolled over on her back and looked up at her wooden ceiling.

But in the corner of her eye, something stuck off the side of her desk. She frowned; everything on her desk had been put away. Why was a piece of paper out? Slowly, she sat up, not wanting to move too quickly and faint again. She reached up and pulled the paper down and examined it.

Centered in the middle was a picture of a pink castle with a blue roof with many wings and columns, underneath it read, "Student Status: Accepted," with more information in the paragraphs below it. What in the magical world… Why is this here? I put it in the drawer…

With a sigh she looked at the calendar, and then back at the paper.

School starts tomorrow, I need to finish packing, she thought to herself as she set the letter back on her desk and she was reminded of the dark orb that had engulfed her and she shivered. She sighed and stood up. Then, we'll see what happens… I just hope that I am wrong.

She turned and ran out of the room, her long light brown hair flowing behind her. "Mom, where's my suitcase?" She yelled.

The book she had been reading was left abandoned on the bed as her footsteps echoed down the old wooden hallway.


A little tortoiseshell cat lay curled up in the middle of a twin size bed. The black tail twitched as the feline opened its hazel eyes. The cat blinked before slowly standing up to stretch – the bell on the pink collar jingled with the movement – then opening her jaws wide in a yawn that showed off her pearly needle-sharp teeth.

She sat back down as a teenage girl walked into the room. "Well, Ginger. I'm bored and I don't know what to do, Mom and Aunt Lisa are out buying decorations for Grandma's party." she said as she started scratching her cat's ears. The cat purred in response to the sudden attention before closing her eyes to settle back down for another nap.

The girl sighed and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She was met with a girl about five foot-five inches high, with pale creamy skin, smoky blue eyes, and wild caramel colored hair with blonde highlights.

"HEY I HAVE AN IDEA!" she yelled suddenly, causing Ginger, the cat, to jump off the bed and run into another room. "Now… where is it?" she muttered before running to the kitchen and scribbling out a note to her family and taping it to the door before leaving the house.


Half an hour later, she was approaching the field where wildflowers grew. They'd be perfect to decorate the tables with. She skipped along grinning brightly, not really caring who stared at her. Besides, haters are gonna hate regardless of what you do. Or at least that is how she saw it.

She slowed to a walk and began to carefully tread on the uneven ground. The loose soil was a testament to the farmers recently working the area over with their farming equipment. Not that it was a problem. If she kept her footing, she wouldn't fall into the slightly damp soil. It's wasn't that the mud bothered her, heavens no. She was the kind of girl who would go mud-riding in a heartbeat. It was the fact she didn't want to get caught trespassing on the edge of some farmer's field, just to get to the clearing. She had heard that the man who took it over was a bit grumpy, to put it nicely.

Almost there!

She was almost to the clearing when it happened.

The wind picked up, violently – sending leaves flying off trees. They swirled around and then the ground started to shake. A loud supersonic booming sound echoed throughout the area, ringing out like an explosive gunshot.

The ground began to quiver and shake. It was as if the apocalypse was happening. Losing her balance, she fell to the ground. The shaking was so violent, she felt her teeth rattling together, her body vibrated as she sunk into the loose soil on the shaking earth. The wind was knocked out of her and she felt as if her heart were about to beat out of her chest. Then in a matter of seconds, all was still.

Smoke rose into the sky beyond the trees – near the clearing.


Was that an earthquake? She thought, standing up and dusting the soil off her clothing, the girl put a hand to her head and felt the knots the wind made in her hair and groaned. So much for having treading carefully or decent hair day, she sighed, knowing she'd have to fix it again later, and find a change of clothes.

Then, she hesitantly took a few steps forward. What was that? Should I even go over there? Maybe I should run.

She cautiously put her right hand on a nearby tree as she crept closer. She remained still for several heartbeats. Her legs were still shaking from the quake. She was afraid of falling down again. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to stop shaking.

She could faintly hear voices. Hesitantly she crept closer, using the trees to hide. Every sound made her flinch – as if the sound of her own breathing would alert the voices of her presence. She froze when a twig snapped under her feet; she wanted nothing more than to run away, but she needed the wildflowers.

Once she was sure nothing was after her, she continued creeping closer to the source of the mini-earthquake and wind gust. With a sigh of relief, she reached the clearing – the sight before her was incredible.

The guitar pick-shaped craft was lying on its side; smoke was coming out of the rear. From what the girl could see, there was glass near the front – the window was shattered – the girl figured there was glass on the ground. There was also a group of teenagers gathered in front of the large red aircraft. She was close enough to hear them talking. She froze, Someone could survive a crash like that? And look… virtually… unscathed?

No really. Shouldn't the passengers be dead?

"Princess Eve, are you alright?" the young man with reddish-brown hair, asked as he helped the only female of the group up. One hand was laced with hers and his other hand was on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so," the girl answered while holding her free hand to her head, "what was that?"

"I don't know, it seems the ship has had a malfunction," the young man with green eyes answered, "But I will have to assess the damage before I can determine how to fix it. Until then, we're stuck here… Averel, do you know where we are?"

"Just a second," the young man with black hair and blue eyes replied, he was holding an electronic device that looked like an iPod, "Um…" he trailed off as he poked at the screen for a few seconds, "it looks like we are on Planet Earth," he sighed, "this is going to make things difficult."

The young man with the green eyes blinked in surprise, "Earth? Of all places to land, we crash on Earth? We'll never get help at this rate… Can you contact Red Fountain, Caden?"

The platinum blonde teen sighed and set an unusual head set down, "I'm trying but there's no response, we're out of range. Hey Blair," he called over to one of the other guys.

"What, your highness?" the teen that had been helping the girl replied, turning around to face the blonde, a slight look of irritation flashed across his features before he released the girl's – apparently named Eve - hand.

"See if you can give me a hand with the transmitter. If we can establish a small signal, we can send our co-ordinance to Red Fountain." Caden shot the other guy a stern look as he waited until Blair was close enough for him to whisper something to him – what was said earned the blonde a light smack square on the head from the brunette.

"Very funny, Prince Caden." Blair replied as he began to help the blonde take transmitter apart.

Caden rolled his sky blue eyes, "Enough with the formalities – it's annoying."

"Ahriam... What exactly did you mean by 'We'll never get help'?" Eve asked in a shaky voice, before anything else could be said – she didn't really want to listen to an argument.

"Well, there haven't been any traces of magic on Earth in centuries, and the technology here can't help fix the ship. It's too primitive. Then there's the fact that the humans, or 'Non-Magical Beings' can't see the ship," Ahriam answered as his green eyes scanned the side of the aircraft.

"Why not?" Eve asked, "They can see us, right?"

Ahriam nodded before climbing up onto a wing on the aircraft, "I know for a fact they can't see the ship, but they might could see us; however, they'd probably think that we're human as well. I don't think any of them believe in magic anymore. I've mentioned that there hasn't been any magic on Earth for centuries, hadn't I?" He gestured to the ship, "Obviously this is magical."

"Yes, I know that, Ahriam, but –"

Watching from the trees, the girl blinked in confusion, Magical beings? Humans? Technologically inferior? The heck? Many questions raced through her mind, but she felt her legs moving faster than her mind could think, "The people on Earth may be technologically inferior, but they are not stupid," she heard herself say as she walked over and stood a few feet away from the group.

"Yeah, Ahriam," Eve deadpanned, "Is that what you meant by 'Humans can't see us?' Because it looks like this one can see us just fine."

"So you're an alien?" the girl replied, her smoky blue eyes were wide with wonder, "Weird... I always pictured aliens as four feet tall," she made hand motions to represent the height, "having green skin, and having big black eyes."

Ahriam glared at Eve before taking a piece off wing, "First off, I said they can't see the air craft, not us. Secondly," he looked at the new girl and with an air of indignation, said "we are not aliens; we are magical beings - superior beings actually - compared to you humans."

"So by," she made air quotes, "superior beings," as she finished the metaphoric quotation marks, she tapped her left index finger against her chin, and "you mean you're aliens – and is that red thing right there," she pointed to the air craft, "your space ship?"

"Well, technically we're not aliens" Eve said with a sigh, "We are... special humans..." and after a pause added, "kind of."

"Actually, it's not a space ship, it's one of Red Fountain's best fighter jets, but I can see how you would think of it as a space ship. You don't see something like this every day," The dark haired boy with blue eyes sighed and put down the iPod-like object, "Well, I guess since you're here, maybe you can help us? I'm Averel. This," he pointed to the other dark haired boy, "is Ahriam. Don't mind him, he's not normally this cranky – it's an off day for him." Averel shot Ahriam a dirty look before continuing, "Those two over there," he pointed to the blonde and the brunette who were still tinkering with the transmitter, "are Prince Caden – the blonde one – and his Royal Advisor, Blair. This," he gestured to the girl he was standing beside, "is Princess Eve."

The caramel haired girl looked at the group and blinked several times before she spoke again, "By prince and princess… you mean… like Royalty? But you said you're not from Earth and… there aren't many Royal families on Earth…. England that I know of off the top of my head…" she trailed off nervously while taking a small step back, "if you're not aliens… what are you?"

Ahriam made a noise laced with indignation but was cut off by Caden, "Well you see, we're from a place called Magix, it's like a parallel dimension. We are magical beings. Eve" he made a gesture to the girl, "is a fairy. Ahriam, Blair, Averel and I are what are known as Specialists. Now, what was your name?" As he spoke he slowly walked over to the caramel haired girl and held out his hand.

"Um… it's… Ashton," she stammered as her voice trailed off into a whisper. She stared blankly at his hand before hesitantly moving her own, "and you're special-what?"

Caden smiled warmly at her before taking her hand and shaking it, "It's very nice to meet you, Ashton – and really don't be intimidated by the formal titles. I don't bite and I'm pretty sure Eve doesn't either," he chuckled as Eve attempted to hit him on the head – but failed because of the height difference.

"Just you watch, Caden. I'll get you sometime. You have to sleep eventually," she added with a sickening sweet voice, she glared at the blonde prince before turning back to Ashton, "Now then, we're all acquainted – Ahriam, do your stuff. Explain our situation."

"Oh sure, make me do all the work," he grunted as he picked up a screwdriver and began to poke at something inside the wing of the aircraft.

"Shut up, it could be worse," Blair called to him, "Just be glad someone here can actually see the Blackbird."

"It's a human," Ahriam complained, "why tell her anything? It's not like she can actually help us. Does it even matter? Honestly – she's pretty stupid if she can't figure out we aren't aliens – considering we just told her what we are."

"Hey! I resent that." Ashton grumbled as she crossed her arms.

"Dude, don't be like that. That human knows this area," Blair snapped at Ahriam before turning to Ashton, "don't you?"

"I do. I know it like the back of my hand. I could navigate Stuttgart with my eyes closed," Ashton replied smugly as she sent a glare to Ahriam.

Averel rolled his eyes, "Well that's good, we're lucky we ran into a local after all." he cut in before an argument started, "Ashton, was it?" He paused until she nodded, confirming her name. "As Ahriam and Caden have mentioned, we magical beings. We were on our fighter craft," he gestured to the red craft behind him, "and on our way to return to our school, and drop Eve off at her school when the Blackbird, that's the craft, went down and now we are stranded here."

Ashton watched the magical beings with a blank expression on her face, "First off. As awesome as your story is, I don't believe you. Come on – magic? Fairies? Special-whatever you are? Really? In all honesty, I think you're crazy, but I'll get you the help you need – physically that is. I'm not certified to do any mental probin'. I'll admit I can come up with some crazy bullshit off the top of my head, but this takes the cake."

"Wait! Don't be like that! I'm really a fairy!" Eve replied as she half jumped, half skipped over to stand by Ashton's side, "We're not lying to you!"

"Yeah," Ashton replied sarcastically, "and I'm really a dragon disguised as a little girl."

"Nah, you're much too tiny," Caden replied with a soft smile. "We have dragons in the magical realm too – in fact, Red Fountain has a class for dragon wrangling."

Ashton looked at the prince and arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. She did; however, continue t o stare at the silver haired prince as if he had grown several heads – heck they had just told her they had magic, maybe that was possible?

Averal glanced at Blair who nodded and said, "Eve, why don't you transform?"

"Huh…? Oh right! I can show you my fairy form!" Eve replied as she slapper her forehead. "Why didn't I think of that sooner? "

"Because you're a ditzy princess?" Ahriam suggested with a shrug.

"I didn't hear you saying anything, genius." Eve snapped as she crossed her arms.

"Less fighting more demonstrating," Averel cut in once again, "before she decides not to help us. Need I remind you, she already thinks we're crazy?"

"Alright, alright, don't be so grumpy." Eve replied as she took a ring off her finger and tossed it into the air, "CRIMSON MOONLIGHT!" she cried. The ring wobbled and began glowing. It extended into a scepter with a crescent moon and a star in the center of the circle at the top. Eve levitated off the ground as a shining powder danced around her. From the powder, lavender beads materialized and began floating toward her hair, and began to link themselves together in a single strand woven in her hair. In between some of the beads were a deep purple crescent moon, then more beads, and a deep purple star on the end of it. Her clothes were washed away in a cloud of stars that swirled over her body. As the cloud of stars flew away, the stardust left on her body flashed bright silver and became a deep purple sparkling top with two pale lavender straps holding it over her right shoulder, powdery lavender gloves on her arms, deep purple shorts with a paler purple belt that sported a silver star buckle and ruffles hanging off of it. Another flash and dark purple knee high boots materialized on her feet. She twirled around once as her silver crescent moon shaped wings sprouted from her back, and then spun around again, revealing her new look, and held one hand out and caught her scepter as it fell.

Ashton remained still with her mouth open, gaping- but her silence didn't last long, "You're… You! You're! Wings… and flapping and," she moved her arms wildly. In all honestly, she looked like she was trying to fly away herself, "And then the smoke and the sparkles! And… And… And… You!" At some point she went from waving her arms wildly to pointing at Eve before staggering backwards and promptly landing on her butt.

Eve smiled and hovered closer to the girl and offered Ashton her hand, "Pretty cool isn't it? Hm… you're hair… it doesn't look so good. Just to show you a little magic, I will fix your hair for you – this time it's free since you need something for that mop."

Ashton said stared at Eve with wide eyes.

"Relax! I'm joking. I'm not going to make you pay for fixing your hair. I think just straightening it out will be a step in the right direction," Eve said with a grin as she examined Ashton. "Mhm. This will do the trick."

A small silver light formed at the tip of Eve's finger, "Relax. It doesn't hurt. I do this to my hair every morning. If it doesn't hurt me, it won't hurt you," she said when she noticed Ashton looked like she was about to high-tail it out of there. Eve put her free hand on Ashton's shoulder while she waved her glowing finger over Ashton's head.

For a moment, nothing happened, but then, Ashton's hair started to detangle itself as it began to lay down straight, then in a white flash, her hair was straightened. Ashton gasped and began to run her fingers through her hair. It went from tangled and limp to smooth and silky.

Ashton looked at Eve in wonder and continued to touch her hair. "How did you…?"

"Easy. Magic~" Eve replied as she gave Ashton a thumbs-up sign.

"Huh." Ashton replied, crossing her legs to sit Indian-style, "Alright, I believe you now."

"Sorry, I can't do much for the scrapes on your knees. I'm not a healer-fairy, but I can do something about the mud all over you," Eve replied as she raised her arms above her head and small orbs of light rained down on Ashton like glitter. In no time, the mud that had previously been covering her was gone and she looked just as she had when she left the house.

Ashton started at them in awe as she stood up. "Alrighty then. So it looks like y'all are telling the truth. So… a parallel dimension you say?"

"Um… Ashton, can you stand up?" Caden asked suddenly, his brows knit together as he narrowed his eyes. He looked over at Averel, who had just opened his mouth to speak, "Sorry dude. Didn't mean to cut you off."

After a muttering a soft, "It's cool," Averel went back to tinkering with the ship.

"Why? Is somethin' wrong?" Ashton asked, blinking in confusion, but complied to Caden's request.

"I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and hold your hair up," He said as he started walking over to her.

Ashton turned her back to him and held her hair up, "Ok, but I'm gonna ask why, ya know that right?"

The blonde specialist chuckled, "I figured you would. I want to check something I thought I saw," he said as he gently ran his fingers over her spinal cord. Then, in the center of her back, he stopped, "Guys, come here," he said suddenly, his tone held something Ashton couldn't quite recognize.

Ahriam rolled his eyes, "What is it now?"

"Make sure I'm not feeling things," Caden answered with a warning glance.

Ashton started to turn around, but Caden put his hand on her shoulder, "Stay still, please. We'll explain in a minute," he turned to Ahriam, "Right here. You can barely feel them but they are there. She has them."

Ashton started to say something but was cut off by Ahriam, who snorted, "There's no way. There aren't any magical beings on earth. Caden, you're feeling things."

"No really. There are wings right here. I'm touching them. They aren't as solid as Eve's but with a little magic training, she might be able to transform," Caden replied.

Eve squealed, "Another fairy? HA! Looks like we will get saved after all – so much for you always being right, Ahriam!"

Ahriam put down the screwdriver he had in his hand. "Caden. The heat is messing with your head."

Averel looked at Blair and they walked over, "Let's see," Averel said and mimicked Caden's actions. "Interesting," he murmured, "Who'd have thought we'd get that lucky."

Blair also came over and did the same thing, and eventually, even grumpy Ahriam did the same thing.

Then they all began talking quickly. Obviously they were planning, but still. Nothing they said made any sense to Ashton and she couldn't get a word in, so she just gave up and proceeded to start picking the flowers she came for.

Eve hovered beside Ashton, "Now what guys?"

"Well," Ahriam began "The best thing I can think of is Eve, you teleport us back to Red Fountain, use a spell to hide the craft and then wait for us to return."

"Alright then." Eve said, before turning to Ashton, "Uh… what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Ashton replied, not bothering to stand up from her rather unlady-like bent over position. She didn't bother to even stop picking the brightly colored flowers.

"Why are you picking flowers?" Eve asked confused, it was the magical being's turn to wear funny looks.

"For decoration. Getting these," she gestured to the flowers, "are the reason I came out here to begin with. It'd be stupid to go home without them. I'm just glad your space-ship-mobile didn't destroy them all."

The magical beings grew silent.

"So," Eve spoke again, "The only reason you were out... was for flowers… Wow… talk about coincidence. Since you all seem to agree that she has wings, maybe I can help awaken her powers. So I'll send you guys' back now, then when you guys check in and do all of your… fancy whatever-you-have-to-do-check-in stuff, come back and get us."

"Sounds like a plan," Blair replied as Eve began twirling her scepter above her head before stopping it and pointing it at the group of guys.

"See you later~" Eve told them with a wink, as they disappeared in a flash.

Once again, Ashton returned to gaping, while Eve flipped her again, "So got what you came for?" she asked as she morphed back to her 'human' form.

Ashton nodded mutely.

"Then how about we get back to your house?"

"Sounds… good," Ashton answered and the two began to walk back to Ashton's house.

T.B.C


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DISCLAIMER:
WINX CLUB AIN'T MINE! It rightfully belongs to Mr. Straffi, who deserves lots of hugs and cookies for giving us this lovely show. *yells loudly* THANK YOU MR. STRAFFI!
Aside from the obvious statement of 'Winx Club ain't mine,' I do own a few of the OC's but most of them belong to, or are based on my friends.

Author's Notes:

I put the Author's notes at the bottom in hopes that they would actually be read – that and they wouldn't really fit with the beginning of the story. This will probably be the only chapter with the author's notes at the bottom.

Ok, please note that this isn't your typical 'Winx Club' story. I'm going to mainly use OC's and minor characters – like the teachers (mainly because I'm too lazy to think up my own, and I like the teachers. Miss Grisselda is my favorite. She is just like my grandma. *shot*)
If you don't like OC stories, then this probably isn't the story for you. Please don't hate :)

Also, the first transformation is "Magic Winx" because, sorry folks, I'm an old-school Winx Club fan. I liked it BEFORE it was popular. (Namely 4Kids Version. Yes 4Kids fails, but give them a tiny smidge of credit. They didn't TOTALLY Muck up Winx Club. They just failed epically with it – plus that was how I was first introduced to it. *yay for boredom and channel surfing on a summer day*

This story will loosely follow season one, but will gradually stray from your usual Winx Club stuff – but certain key things will be included.

Also, for filler purposes, at some point, I might request OCs. Note that I said 'might' I'm still undecided on that matter.

ALSO NOTE: The show never really specified the boy's purpose other than 'stand there and look pretty while the girls save them' – To be fair, they didn't do much 'Epic Hero-ness' or really anything in the show – so I gave them purpose – in this story, the Specialists get the action and love they deserve. (You're welcome XD)

While reading this, if you choose to continue, since there are many things not explained by the show, I am going to make it up as I go along – as I see fit for the story – so you may want to brace yourself for what my mind could spout out. (No really, even my mind scares me sometimes.) So in the event things get wacky, which we should all assume they will, be prepared to be thrown for a loop in your knowledge of our beloved show Winx Club.

Another thing, I've decided to try something new with this story. I'm writing it in 'Arcs' of about 5 chapters or so – some 'Arcs' might ask questions, others might answer questions from a different 'arc.'

But by the end, everything will be answered. If you are familiar to the anime/manga/game Higurashi then you will understand the set up with the format of question and answer arcs. Each arc is inspired by a song, maybe its lyrics or its title. You will be able to tell the end of each arc – The title of the chapter will be the title of the song the arc was inspired by and will include lyrics from the song at the start and end of the chapter.

So if you don't mind, tell me what you think about my little experiment? :D

A few Warnings:
- A few chapters will have dark themes
- Character Death
- Occasional Bad Language from some of the Characters
- Temporary Fits of Insanity
- A bit of Gore. (I will post a warning)
-Plot holes are VERY
likely

If any of these things offend you, then it's probably best that you don't read it. If you do, please don't complain. I'm not trying to be rude, but I did just warn you. Remember though, that this story is rated T, so nothing will be so bad that'd I'd have to up the rating. (At this point and time)

Reader Digression Advised.

Reviews are appreciated, but not necessary :3