Fate: your own story ( winx)

Eve's eyes went wide. "Oh my God, Anya that's amazing!" She embraced her lover tightly. "I'm so proud of you," she murmured into Anya's ear, her voice full of emotion.

Eve pulled back with confusion. Her eyes widened at the sight of the burns on Anya's arms. "You're… you're burned… How?"

Eve turned to her mother with a steely gaze. "Can you fix her?"

Farah kept her back to them and leaned on her desk.

"Can you fix her?!" Eve repeated louder, making Farah wince.

"No, she can heal you. I know it," Eve accused sharply. "She just doesn't want to."

"Eve, please," Farah said, her voice containing many emotions.

Eve glared at her mother's back. She took Anya's hand and pulled her to the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she growled the worst thing she ever said to Farah. "You're nothing but a coward." Then, she pulled Anya out the door and shut it loudly behind them.

Eve looked back at Anya and shook her head. "No, she's selfish. She doesn't care – she never has and she never will. Come on, I'm going to heal you." She gently reached out to take Anya's hand.

"No, she wasn't going to kill me," Eve said quietly. "When she touched me… she was showing me something. I don't know what, but it was powerful. My mother has been hiding my power from me for my entire life. Tell me that's not selfish, Anya!"

Eve’s stony expression broke. Her voice wavered slightly as she whispered, “What?”

Eve’s fingers trembled. She paced quickly over to the door and opened it again.

Farah was sitting on the couch, clinging to Saul’s hands and wincing as Ben treated the wounds on her back. She heard the door open and turned quickly. “Eve…”

Farah stood quickly, letting her blouse fall back down to cover the wounds. Ben grunted quietly in protest.

“Eve, I… I’m sorry,” Farah whispered. “I’ve only ever wanted to protect you.”

Eve didn’t meet her mother’s gaze. “Then why didn’t you tell me the things Rosalind showed me?”

Farah blinked, taken aback by Eve’s words. Her lips opened to speak, but no words came out.

Ben took in the burns and nodded. "Yes, of course dear," he said, turning towards the small bag he'd brought with him.

Eve's eyes finally looked up into Farah's and searched for an answer. "Why?" she pleaded, wanting to put hope in her mother, but even that was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Because I couldn't let what happened to me happen to you," Farah blurted.

Saul rose from the couch and put his hand on her shoulder. "Farah…"

Ben looked from Anya to Farah to Saul. "Is she going to…?" Ben left the question unfinished.

Farah, holding back sobs, nodded. "Yes, I'm going to tell them." She looked over her shoulder at Saul, and he nodded encouragingly.

"Tell us what?" Eve demanded impatiently.

At Eve's tone, Farah turned to look at her again. "Rosalind," she began slowly, "was my mentor when I attended Alfea. She discovered, eventually, the power I had inside me, and she proceeded to manipulate and used me. When you were born, I felt the power in you, and I figured if you were oblivious to it, then it couldn't hurt you. When I heard Anya retell similar events that had happened to me, and it only made me believe what I already knew. That should Rosalind find you, she would use you for your powers."

Farah nodded sadly. "Exactly." Her eyes shone with tears she refused to let slip. "I love you, Eve…" Farah's voice trembled. "I was only trying to protect you."

Eve exhaled shakily. After a tense, silent pause, her expression melted. "Mom…" She rushed into Farah's arms, and the headmistress of Alfea held her daughter tightly.

"Comfortable?" Ben asked Anya, smiling kindly as he did so.

Farah could feel Eve trembling. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked worriedly. "Rosalind didn't hurt you?"