Fate: your own story ( winx)

Ben supported him over to a bench and let him sit. "Do you have any idea what happened to him?" Ben asked.

ANYA!

Eve was hiding behind a tree watching as Farah and Rosalind spoke. They were both seated on a bench, Farah only having sat down moments ago.

Beyond the Stone Circle. In the woods. A… graveyard?

Eve jumped. "Hi," she breathed, hugging Anya quickly. "You're alright."

Eve peeked out again. "I've been using advanced hearing to listen to their conversation. It's not going well."

Rosalind inched closer to Farah, obviously making the woman uncomfortable. "I think you should take a sabbatical. Head to the mountains. Take a break. You work so hard, Farah… And you're clearly injured. In no position to run the school. Neither is your daughter. The right people will figure it out eventually. Let me help you."

Farah straightened. If her back was in any pain, she was hiding it immensely well. "I am the headmistress of Alfea. And there's no way I'm leaving the school in your hands."

"Rosalind wants Alfea," Eve murmured.

"That's what my mother told her," Eve murmured. She fell silent immediately as Farah stood up and began to walk away from Rosalind, with her back to the woman.

"I know that," Rosalind spoke, stopping Farah in her tracks. She stood and slowly paced over behind Farah. "The rest of the world might believe it." Even from this distance, Eve could see her mother's spine stiffen.

Suddenly, Eve felt faint. She had no idea what was about to happen, but yet she did. It was so vivid, the memory… from her nightmares.

"And if they don't–" Rosalind lifted her hand, lifting Farah into the air "–what the fuck are they gonna do about it?" With a wave of Rosalind's hand, Farah's neck snapped, and she fell limp down on the ground. Dead leaves stuck to her hair as she lay, lifeless, on the cool earth.

"No!" Eve cried, stepping out from their hiding spot to face Rosalind. But surprisingly, the woman seemed unfazed.

"Oh, Eve… I showed you this so you wouldn't have this reaction… But I guess somethings never change…"

Eve was trembling. "Why?" she asked sharply.

Rosalind lifted her chin. "Because, dear girls, there is only room in your life for one mentor."

Rosalind laughed. The noise was bitter and sharp. "And Farah is? Or need I remind you… she's dead."

Eve cupped a hand over her mouth to hold in her sobs. My mother…

Rosalind smirked and made for the trees off to the side.

Eve knelt beside her mother and took Farah's cold hand in between her warm ones. "Mom," she whispered. "No…"

Rosalind laughed again. Her voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. “I’d like to see you try. She used light magic to conceal herself and slip out of view.

Eve jerked her head up as Anya screamed and abruptly stopped. "Anya?!"

Eve was torn. "I'm sorry," she whispered to her mother before standing up and bolting in the direction Anya and Rosalind had gone.

Eve ducked behind a tree so Anya's father couldn't see her. No, I'm not leaving you. I left my mother and now she's dead.

No, I won't, Eve promised.

(Is her dad gonna do something?)

(Ahh, gotcha)

"So…" Rosalind murmured, stepping out from behind a tree and waving away her light magic. "You're going to end me? How is that going to work?"