Fate: your own story ( winx)

"Your coughing is concerning," Farah remarked simply, maintaining rigid posture as Anya leaned against her.

"I feel your coughing has about as much to do with your sickness as it does with your tampered magic."

"I've been doing research," Farah said, holding up the text she'd been reading. It was a book on mystical impediments. "I believe Rosalind placed dampers on your magic that prevent you from using it to your full potential."

"I haven't gotten that far yet, but yes, I believe so," Farah replied.

Eve rushed in, her eyes wide. "Mom, I can't find–" Her eyes locked on her partner. "Anya!" She flew to her side. "Oh my God, I went to check on you, and you were gone. I was so scared. Don't ever do that again!"

"I don't care how you got here, I was terrified you weren't in our room. Eve clung to her. "You're feeling a bit warmer."

Eve looked quickly to her mother. "What is it?"

Farah nodded and spoke, "Mystical impediments."

Eve sighed as Anya fell asleep on her. Ahh. I'm impressed. Eve's eyes dilated rapidly. She figured it out quicker than I expected. Farah isn't one to underestimate. You can tell her I said that.

"Eve?" Farah asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Rosalind," Eve whimpered. "She's talking to me again."

"What is she saying, Eve?" Farah asked.

"She said that you figured it out quicker than she expected, and she's impressed… And she said I could tell you she said you're not one to underestimate."

Farah lifted her chin and inhaled swiftly.

Eve whipped her head to look at Anya. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

Farah assumed Anya was talking to Rosalind too.

I'm sorry, my dear. It isn't that simple. Impediments are complicated magic, more than any of you understand, even Farah.

My mother is smarter than you, Rosalind, Eve contributed. She'll find a way. Anya doesn't need you anymore. None of us do. So stay away from Alfea.

Spoken like a true headmistress, Rosalind purred.

Eve stiffened.

Tell me, how is Farah doing? It must've been hard to give up her school. And to her daughter, no less.

I'm not saying she isn't, Rosalind replied. Her words were tricky and her tone was trickier. But she might want to start taking it a bit more seriously. You never know how long it might take Farah to recover…

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

The white noise vanished from Eve and Anya's ears, signaling Rosalind's departure.

"Eve!" Farah repeated for the umpteenth time. She'd been calling her daughter's name, but she'd been unable to hear.

Farah's eyes were wide. "What in the Otherworld just happened with you two?" she demanded.

Eve's fingers trembled. "Rosalind," she whispered.

Farah arched her eyebrows. "What did she say?"

"She… indirectly… threatened you."