Fate: your own story ( winx)

(Oooooh, YES!!!)

Eve trembled. "What the hell was that?" she asked, looking at Rosalind.

Rosalind's eyes glittered. "Power."

After seeing what she'd seen in Eve, Rosalind determined that she no longer had use for Anya, no matter what deals she'd made in the past. She released the girl and paced towards Eve. "You need a teacher. A real one. I won't hide things from you, Eve. We can work together to help you unlock your potential."

Farah stood and watched, helpless as Rosalind bribed her daughter. "Please, Eve…" Farah whispered, clinging to Saul.

Rosalind didn't even look back, her magic deflected the sword from ever getting near her. She extended her hand to Eve. "I can help you understand yourself better than anyone else can," she whispered, making the conversation appear like it was just between them when in reality, Rosalind was glad Farah and Saul were there to see her daughter join her and Anya was going to take her rightful place with her father once Eve was committed. "Your power will be limitless."

Eve winced. Her fingers flexed hesitantly, and she slowly extended her hand towards Rosalind's. "You're right," she murmured to Rosalind. "I do need a teacher." Rosalind grinned.

At this point, Farah couldn't take it anymore. "Eve, no!" she cried and rushed towards her daughter. "Eve!"

Suddenly, Eve's eyes began to glow, and she used her magic to shove Rosalind backwards forcefully. "But I already have one."

Eve held her girlfriend tightly. Only Anya could feel her trembling. "Anya," she whispered, breathing in her lover's familiar scent.

Eve laughed, clinging to her lover. "I love you infinitely more, my darling," she breathed.

"Never," Eve whispered. Suddenly, she noticed movement from the other end of the Stone Circle. Rosalind was getting back up. She prepared to strike with her magic, and Eve didn't think. She quickly pushed Anya out of the way and the power struck her, sending her flying backwards and into one of the stones.

"Eve!" Farah shouted.

Eve hit the ground and didn't get up. Her eyes were closed and a small trickle of blood leaked from her temple. Farah rushed to her daughter's side and knelt down. "Eve…" she whispered.

Rosalind's eyes glowed dangerously. "I gave her a choice. She chose wrong."

Farah's eyes shone with held back tears. "No… no no no no no, Eve. Wake up."

Eve winced and stirred. Her eyes didn't open, but at least Farah knew she was alive.

Saul came to stand beside Anya. His glare was locked on Rosalind, and he was gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly, the blood pulled from his knuckles and turned them white.

Saul nodded curtly in response. If looks could kill, Rosalind would've been dying a million different deaths. He spun his sword expertly and began to approach her.

"Oh, Saul," Rosalind laughed. "You think you two can defeat me?"

As Farah held Eve, she felt a strong surge of magic. Hoping it was her daughter waking up, she looked down, but Eve's eyes were still closed. She looked around, and her eyes widened at the sight of Anya with fiery wings sprouting from her back.

Rosalind's eyes grew wide. She felt the power rippling from Anya, and her selfish desires wanted to possess that strong of a magic herself.

Saul nodded. "Of course." He held his sword tightly.

Rosalind looked over at Mavrice. "Get him," she ordered. "Anya to me."

Rosalind narrowed her eyes and concentrated her magic to fight back against Anya.

Rosalind sneered. "Try and stop me." She smirked seeing Farah had her back turned to the fight so she could care for Eve. The wicked fairy snapped and sent a blast of magic right at Farah.

Rosalind's magic struck Farah, causing her to cry out in pain. She winced and held Eve tighter in her arms, shielding her from the fight. "It's okay, my darling," she whispered, brushing Eve's hair out of her face. "I'll protect you."

Seeing Farah in pain caused Rosalind to smirk, even as she was berated by Anya's fire. "You think you can protect her?" She laughed quietly. "You're wrong. I own her. I saw her mind." She was talking about Eve.

(aww, angst is what makes writing fun)

Rosalind grinned. "We'll see about that." With a precise wave of her hand, she concealed herself and Mavrice with light magic and fled.