Fate: your own story ( winx)

Eve stumbled after her, wincing as Anya's fingers brushed her still sensitive wrists. "Wait," she called to Anya. She turned and ran back to her mother, wrapping her arms around her tightly. "Promise me that you'll be okay," she whispered.

Farah hugged her back quickly and looked into her eyes firmly. "I promise. I love you."

"I love you too," Eve replied as she let Anya pull her away.

With the girls gone, Farah turned her focus back to Mavrice. Oddly, Rosalind was no where in sight. "It looks like your strategist abandoned you," Farah called to him, standing a few feet away, not trusting him enough to get any closer. "One-on-one is a much fairer fight, don't you think?"

Eve kept looking back over her shoulder, which slowed her running. "I'm coming," she promised.

–

"Having a child is a privilege. One that you lost and didn't even deserve in the first place," Farah stated. "She showed me the scars, you know. What kind of monster would do such a thing?"

Farah's rage boiled. "Don't give me that. You know what you did. That girl deserved so much better than being manipulated and hurt by someone like you!"

"Yes," Farah answered. "I do. While you were off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what."

Farah's eyes widened, and she deflected the attack. "What are you talking about?" she asked, stepping backwards to create more distance between them.

Farah gasped as Rosalind gripped her wrists and snapped runic limiters on them. Alfea's headmistress winced and cried out. With a push from Rosalind, she fell to her knees, her arms trembling from the effect of the limiters.

"Now then, Farah," Rosalind cooed. She walked around to face her former protégé and tilted her chin up so she could look into her eyes. "It's time we play my way."

Rosalind's eyes glanced up, and she casually waved her hand to deflect the fireball. "Please. You thought your children could defeat me? Farah…"

Farah's eyes were narrowed, but she didn't say anything.

"Damn you, Rosalind," Saul yelled, slowing to a stop a few feet away from her and drawing his sword.

Eve skidded to a stop, her vision clouded with tears. "You promised," she said, her voice wavering. "You promised you'd be okay."

Farah lifted her gaze to Eve. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Farah's eye's widened, and she reached up to catch the disc. She began to remove the limiters expertly as Rosalind was forced to move to dodge Anya's fire. Saul charged at Mavrice, and Eve rushed to her mother's side.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

"Yes, I'm fine," Farah glazed over her pain quickly, though she couldn't avoid wincing as the limiters came off. Marks were left on her skin, and blood now dotted the sleeve of her coat. She looked at Eve with a soft gaze. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered.

Farah and Eve whipped their heads to look.

Rosalind, who was trying to catch her breath, grinned like a wolf.

Instantly, Farah was on her feet again, and she hurried over to Anya. "It's okay," she murmured. "It's alright."

Rosalind moved to advance, but Eve threw up a barrier that pushed her back. Rosalind smirked. "So you're Eve."

Eve's eyes glowed threateningly. "Don't fuck with my family," she growled, stalking towards Rosalind.

The older fairy smiled and backed away. Perfect.

"Kind of occupied here!" Saul called over, busy fighting Mavrice. "Farah!"

"Stay still," Farah instructed, hurrying to work on Anya's arms. Her eyes glanced up briefly, but she mainly focused on healing Anya. "Damn," she whispered. The magic was more complicated than the first time she did it.

Eve was blinded by anger. She couldn't even hear anything over the blood rushing in her ears. Rosalind had hurt Anya and her mother. She would pay.

"Ignore him," Farah murmured to Anya. "You're not going to die. I'll make sure of that."

Meanwhile, Rosalind had lured Eve all the way to the Stone Circle. "Hello, Eve," she purred. "I don't believe we've ever truly met. I'm Rosalind."

"I know who you are," Eve snapped.

Rosalind's eyes flashed. "Oh?"

Farah looked up as if just now noticing her daughter was no longer beside her. She looked around wildly before locating her with Rosalind. "No…" she breathed. "Stay here," she ordered Anya before rising to her feet and rushing toward her daughter. "Eve!" she cried out. "Eve!"

Before Farah could reach them, Rosalind's eyes glowed grey. Her power wrapped around Eve, pressing in against her. "Did you know your mother had been lying to you your entire life?" she asked.

"Kind of busy!" Saul replied, spinning his blade expertly to keep Mavrice at bay. "Where are Eve and Farah?"

–

"No she hasn't," Eve whispered.

Rosalind took slow, careful steps toward her. She glanced over to check how close Farah was. She had time. "Why would I tell you if it wasn't true?"

"You manipulate people," Eve replied.

"And who told you that?"

"My mother."

"And do you trust her?"

Eve lifted her chin. "More than anyone else."

Rosalind shook her head. "Obviously. That's how good she is."

"Eve!" Farah cried.

Saul used the fiery distraction Anya created to toss her the sword. "Go!" he yelled.

–

Rosalind noticed Farah getting closer. "Sorry, dear. This'll only hurt a bit." She took swift steps forward and pressed her thumb against Eve's forehead. Eve gasped as cold numbness shot through her limbs.

"Stop!" Farah cried. "Eve!"

Eve gasped for breath as Rosalind smirked at her. "I'm sorry, it's too late," Rosalind replied, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I've been in her head for at least 24 hours already. You remember those nightmares?"

Eve's eyes widened. "That was you?!" she cried, tears pooling quickly in her eyes.

"Focus, Eve!" Farah shouted as she got closer. "Remain in control."