Fate The Winx Saga | Season 3 Episode 6 | Kingdom and a Child (3)

 UNDERWORLD

Aisha stood outside the room, feeling the intense heat and seeing the flames flickering from the windows. After a tense moment, the door finally creaked open.

Bloom stumbled out, completely covered in ash. The room behind her was charred and devastated. Exhausted, she nearly collapsed, but Aisha was there to catch her.

"What happened?" Aisha asked, her voice filled with concern.

Bloom was too drained to speak. She slowly extended her hand, revealing the final codex. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to use it to defeat every villain in the castle, including the Burned Ones. She created a portal back to the Otherworld, and then, with a determined effort, she crushed the codex.

"Oh my god, did you just?" Aisha asked, astonished.

"I just crushed the codex," Bloom said, her voice weak but resolute. "Now no one can get it. Come on, let's get out of here."

But there was one thing Bloom was still worried about. After Aisha had left the room, Bloom unleashed all her powers to attack Marion and in just one attack Marion disappeared, that is when Bloom realized it was not actually Marion but just an Illusion, it was a bit confusing to Bloom as to why Marion wasn't actually there and just sent an illusion, but ignoring that Bloom took the codex before the room was completely burnt.

Anyways after destroying the Codex, the rest of the group arrived, relieved to see Bloom and knowing their mission was complete. They hurried through the portal, racing back to safety before Lord Darker could return.

The Otherworld was finally safe, the last codex was destroyed. But Bloom still was at a bit of unease, she couldn't comprehend why Marion wasn't actually after the codex and was just using an illusion to distract them, it made no sense, was this all a trick.

OTHERWORLD

Bloom, Stella, Flora, Terra, Musa, Aisha, Sky, and Riven were all back at Alfea as the heroes who had stopped Marion from bringing Valtor back.

They stood outside the Alfea gate, seeing all the students, teachers, and the Headmaster gathered at the front to celebrate their victory. A wave of applause and cheers erupted as they entered Alfea.

Bloom was the last to step inside. She needed a moment to take it all in. It was overwhelming. She paused for a minute. Sky noticed.

"Come on, you're a hero, Bloom. They're waiting," Sky said gently.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Bloom replied, then paused before continuing. "Everything."
She remembered the first moment she entered Alfea, the day she met Sky. She had come to Alfea just to learn how to control her powers, never imagining how much this place would become her home or that she would one day be the hero who saved everyone. "It feels good to come back home," Bloom said.

Sky was relieved and happy to hear her say that. He knew how terrified Bloom had been of her powers, afraid she might hurt someone because of them. She had never felt safe at Alfea because of her powers, but now, finally, she could feel safe again and ready to call Alfea her home—the place where she truly belonged. No more running away. No more hiding. This was it. They were all finally home.

A celebration party was held at Alfea to honour their victory.
Brandon and Isobel were present too. Stella noticed them as they were coming out of the Headmaster's office.

"Hi! What are you two doing here?" Stella asked.

"We're joining Alfea next year," Brandon replied. "I'll be training as a Specialist, and Isobel will finally have the chance to control and use her powers in a safe environment."
Stella was overjoyed to hear that. Bloom also spotted them and approached Brandon to apologize for everything. But it was all in the past.

Because, in the end, that was what triggered Isobel's good side to return and unlocked Stella's hidden healing ability.

As Stella continued to mingle, a guard approached her. "Princess Stella, your mother is here to see you," he said respectfully. Stella's heart skipped a beat. Her mother, the Queen of Solaria, had always been the strict one, and their relationship had been strained for as long as Stella could remember.

Stella made her way to the office, where her mother stood tall and regal, as always. The guard was asked to leave, and the door closed behind him. For a moment, there was silence.

Her mother sighed, her stern expression softening. "I'm sorry I've been so hard on you, Stella," she began. "But you must understand, after your father passed, I had to face such cruelties of this world to maintain my position. You have no idea how harsh it was. The world is a cruel place, Stella, and it was hard being a queen without a king and maintaining my status. That's why I was always so strict with you—because I wanted you to be strong."

She paused, her eyes filled with emotion. "But it looks like you didn't need my methods after all. Your friends were enough for that. I'm very proud of you, Stella, and of the perfect, soon-to-be queen you are becoming. You will be the perfect leader for Solaria."

Tears welled up in Stella's eyes as her mother opened her arms. They embraced in a heartfelt hug, a moment of reconciliation and love.

The evening continued, and the atmosphere became even more magical as the music started to play. The soft, romantic melody filled the air, signalling the beginning of the dance.

Sky approached Bloom with a warm smile, extending his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked softly. Bloom blushed, taking his hand. They moved onto the dance floor together, the world around them fading as they focused solely on each other. As the music played, Sky pulled Bloom close, their movements synchronized, their connection palpable. "I've never felt more at home than when I'm with you," Sky whispered.

Bloom looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. "Me too, Sky. Me too." They shared a tender moment, lost in the rhythm of the dance and the warmth of each other's embrace.

Nearby, Musa and Riven joined the dance floor as well. Musa hesitated for a moment, feeling the familiar pull of the music. Riven squeezed her hand gently. "It feels good to dance again," Musa said, a soft smile gracing her lips. It had been so long since she allowed herself to enjoy dancing, ever since her mother passed. But now, in Riven's arms, she felt ready to embrace that part of her life again.

Stella, feeling the joyous atmosphere, looked around and spotted Brandon. Though they weren't a couple, she decided to ask him anyway. "Brandon, would you like to dance?" she asked with a playful grin. Brandon chuckled and nodded, joining her on the dance floor. They danced together, laughing and enjoying the moment, their friendship strong and unbreakable after everything they went through.

Terra and Kat, a quieter couple, danced close by, sharing a few sweet moments together. Their connection was calm and comforting, the kind of love that didn't need words to be understood.

As everyone else danced, Aisha stood to the side, her heart aching. She couldn't help but think of Grey and how much she wished he could be there. He had been banned from Alfea, and it left a void in her heart. But just as she was lost in thought, Grey appeared through the crowd, his eyes searching for her.

"Aisha," he called out softly. Her heart leaped at the sight of him. He approached her, taking her hand. "Grey, how are you here?", Aisha asked.

"I couldn't stay away. Bloom convinced Silva to let me come back. I'm not banished anymore.", Grey said.

Tears of relief and joy filled Aisha's eyes as they began to dance. "Thank you, Bloom," she whispered, knowing her friend had given her back something precious. They moved together, letting the music and their love guide them.

The night was filled with love, joy, and a sense of belonging. Each couple found comfort in one another, and even those who danced as friends felt the warmth of the bonds they shared. It was a night they would all remember—a night of celebration, reconciliation, and the kind of love that could conquer anything.

LIGHT

The Next Day,

Stella stood in front of the familiar door, her heart pounding in her chest. It had been three years since she last saw her ex-best friend, Ricki. Three long years filled with regret, guilt, and the weight of what she had done. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Brandon stood beside her, offering silent support. He knew how much this moment meant to her, and she was grateful for his presence. She was at Ricki's house and Brandon had come as a support.

"Are you ready?" Brandon asked softly.

Stella nodded, though she wasn't sure if she ever truly would be. "Yeah. Let's do this."

She hesitated for a moment before finally knocking on the door. The seconds stretched out like hours until the door creaked open. There she was—Ricki. She looked almost the same, yet there was something different, something hardened about her. She was wearing sunglasses.

"Hi," Stella said, her voice almost a whisper as she inhaled sharply.

"Hi," Ricki replied, her tone flat, devoid of any real emotion. She stepped aside, opening the door wider. "Come on in."

Stella walked in slowly, taking in the surroundings, memories flooding back from the time when they were inseparable. Brandon followed closely, his presence a quiet anchor for Stella's frayed nerves.

"How have you been?" Stella asked, trying to break the silence that had settled between them like an unwelcome guest.

"I'm managing," Ricki responded, her voice curt, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath the surface—pain, perhaps.

Stella looked down, feeling the weight of her guilt crashing over her. "Ricki, I'm so sorry... for everything."

Ricki's expression softened, but there was still a trace of hurt in her eyes. "Why did you never come to see me, Stella? Three years... I thought we were best friends. I needed you."

Stella felt tears sting her eyes. "I felt so guilty, Ricki. I lost control... and I blinded you. I thought I could never face you again. I was a coward."

Ricki was silent for a moment, processing Stella's words. The room felt heavy with unresolved emotions, the air thick with the tension of their bittersweet reunion. Finally, Ricki sighed, the anger and sadness melting away into something resembling understanding.

"I was upset," Ricki admitted, her voice softer now. "But I understand, Stella. You didn't mean to hurt me."

Stella felt a glimmer of hope. "There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I've discovered a new power... healing. I think I can fix what I did to you. I want to try, if you'll let me."

Ricki's eyes widened with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "You really think you can?"

"I do," Stella replied, her voice more confident now. "But only if you're ready."

Ricki took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay, do it".

Stella stepped closer, her heart pounding as she focused on the energy within her, the healing power she had only recently begun to understand. She placed her hands gently over Ricki's eyes, closing her own as she concentrated. A warm, soft light emanated from her hands, enveloping Ricki in a gentle glow. It felt like an eternity, but eventually, Stella stepped back, her breath shaky as she waited for Ricki's response.

Ricki blinked several times, her eyes adjusting to the light. Slowly, a smile spread across her face as she realized that she could see again—clearly, perfectly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Stella, her expression a mix of joy and disbelief.

"Stella... you did it. I can see!" Ricki exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion.

Tears streamed down Stella's cheeks as she smiled, relief flooding through her. "I'm so sorry for everything, Ricki. I wish I could take back all the pain I caused."

Ricki reached out and pulled Stella into a tight embrace. "It's okay, Stella. Thank you for helping me now."

After a moment, Stella pulled back and glanced at Brandon, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange. She smiled through her tears. "Ricki, this is Brandon. He's a Specialist and a really good friend of mine. He came with me today because... well, I was too scared to face you alone."

Ricki wiped her tears and extended a hand to Brandon, who shook it warmly. "Thank you for being there for Stella," Ricki said sincerely.

"It's no problem," Brandon replied with a smile. "I'm just glad she finally got to do what she needed to."

As the three of them stood together, the weight of the past began to lift. Stella turned to Brandon, her heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you for coming with me, Brandon."

Brandon smiled gently. "Anytime, Stella."

ALFEA

After a while...

The Winx girls were sprawled across the cozy sofas in the Winx suite, enjoying a rare moment of peace and relaxation. The room was filled with laughter and light-hearted banter as they indulged in a much-needed break from their recent adventures.

"Okay, but seriously," Flora said with a grin, "who thought it was a good idea to try and cook without magic the other day?"

"I was just trying to be normal!" Terra protested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "How was I supposed to know the oven was possessed?"

Everyone burst out laughing, the memory of the chaotic kitchen still fresh in their minds.

"I swear, the kitchen had it out for us," Musa added, shaking her head with a smile. "But hey, at least we didn't burn down the whole school."

"Just half of it," Aisha teased, nudging Musa playfully.

Bloom leaned back, a contented smile on her face as she looked around at her friends. "You know, I wouldn't trade these moments for anything. We've been through so much, but times like this make it all worth it."

"Agreed," Stella chimed in, stretching her legs across the coffee table. "And I'm glad we can finally just chill for a bit. No evil villains, no schoolwork—just us."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Stella hopped up to answer it, curious about who it could be. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Beatrix standing there, a bottle in her hand and a slightly awkward expression on her face.

"Hey," Beatrix said, trying to sound casual. "Wanna go for a drink?"

Stella paused for a moment, then smiled warmly. "I'll do you one better. Why don't you come on in? Let's just hang out."

Beatrix blinked in surprise. "Really? I mean... are you sure?"

"Of course!" Stella replied, stepping aside to let her in. "We're just chilling anyway. Come on, it'll be fun."

Beatrix hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped inside, looking around at the other girls, who all welcomed her with friendly smiles. It was clear she wasn't used to this kind of warmth and camaraderie, and it took her a moment to relax.

"Hey, Beatrix," Bloom greeted her, patting the empty spot on the sofa next to her. "Glad you could join us."

"Yeah, come sit with us," Flora added, scooting over to make more room.

Beatrix took a seat, still feeling a bit out of place but starting to warm up to the idea of just hanging out. "So, what are you guys up to?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"Absolutely nothing," Musa said with a grin. "And it's the best feeling in the world."

Terra nodded enthusiastically. "Sometimes, doing nothing is exactly what we need."

Aisha handed Beatrix a glass.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the kind of easy, comfortable silence that only exists between true friends. For Beatrix, it was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy—a feeling of belonging that she had never experienced before.

As the night wore on and the conversations drifted into the early hours, Beatrix couldn't help but feel grateful.