Fate: your own story ( winx)

Eve's finger curled into fists. "I didn't sleep all night because of those nightmares. Stay back," she whispered, addressing Anya and Farah. "I don't want either of you to get hurt."

Rosalind, with stunning efficiency, twisted Eve's arm behind her back and made her stand in front of Rosalind, between her and the fireball. Eve, understandably, shrieked and flinched, and fortunately, Farah was able to use her magic and disperse the fire before it hit her.

"Think next time," Farah countered sternly. She slowly approached Rosalind, speaking internally to the woman she used to love as her mother. I know it's me you really want. You didn't have to bring my daughter into this.

Oh, but I did. She's more powerful than either of you realize. And you kept her under wraps for years.

Farah glared. "Let her go, Rosalind."

Rosalind smirked wickedly and twisted Eve's arm a bit more, causing her to cry out in pain.

Farah glanced at Anya worriedly. "What deal?"

Eve shook her head vehemently. "Anya, no. Whatever it is you're doing, stop doing it."

Farah reached out and took a firm hold of Anya's bicep. "What deal?" she demanded quietly.

Eve was trembling, close to tears. "No," she begged. "Anya, don't."

Farah pressed her lips together. "That was before I knew you," she muttered. "On my signal, you gave Eve and run. Don't look back, everything will be okay."

"Well?" Rosalind asked, turning Eve's wrist so she whimpered.

"Anya," Eve whispered. "Don't do this."

Rosalind made sure Farah stayed back as she took Anya's wrist in her other hand.

Rosalind smirked. Her eyes met Farah's. "Farah," she acknowledged. "Thank you. Now, I have the two most powerful fairies in the Otherworld in my grasp.

Eve whipped around, looking panicked. "What?"

Farah's eyes widened, but she was too late. Rosalind already nodded to Anya's father. "Now!" she called.

Rosalind stumbled back in pain, and as she did, Eve snagged Anya's other wrist and pulled. "Not without you!"

Farah pulled Eve back, and Eve struggled against her mother's firm grip. "No!" she cried. "No!"

Rosalind grinned. "It's about time you were reunited with your father," she whispered.

"Anya!" Eve cried, throwing herself against Farah's grip.

"Let's go." Rosalind yanked Anya away. "Mavrice!"

"Let me go," Eve snapped at Farah. She had never spoken to her mother that way. Her daughter's tone shocked Farah.

"Eve, listen!" Farah urged her. "It will be alright. I won't let anything happen to her."

"You already did!" Eve cried.

Farah's features grew cold. "No, I haven't. I–"

"Yes, you did! I love her more than you will ever love me!" Eve snapped. "So let me go!" She twisted her wrist free and shoved her mother away. Farah stumbled back in shock, Saul racing up to her side to steady her.

"Eve…" Farah whispered, but her daughter was already sprinting away.

"Anya!"

Eve was in a dead sprint towards them. "Anya!"

Rosalind grinned. "Mavrice, handle her. Push her magic. I want to see if it's true." Her grip on Anya stayed strong. Her magic was actively repelling any heat Anya attempted to burn her with.

Eve stopped running, and without thinking, she unleashed as much power as she could. A mix of emotions bubbled up inside her – love, regret, anger, longing, fear, confusion. Magic rushed through her, and she blast Mavrice back with power she never knew she had. As she caught her breath and looked down at her trembling hands, Rosalind watched with intense interest.

"I told you," she called to Eve.