Fate: your own story ( winx)

Saul leaned against Farah heavily, gasping for breath. "I thought I lost you," he whispered so only she could hear.

Farah put her lips directly beside his ear and murmured softly. "Never."

With Anya's help, Eve reached Farah quickly, and she practically fell into her mother's arms. "Mom," she sobbed, and Farah held her tightly.

Farah hugged her daughter close and breathed in the familiar scent of her hair. "Oh, Eve…" she whispered, her eyes pooling with tears. "I'm so sorry, my love." Eve trembled in the embrace and refused to let go.

Saul had eyes only for Farah as she held Eve tightly.

"Mom…" Eve repeated, her voice thick. She sobbed into Farah's shoulder.

"It's alright, my dearest," Farah murmured, stroking Eve's hair. "It's alright. I'm here."

"Anya!" Saul called after her. "Where are you going?"

Eve lifted her head, tears blurring her vision. "Anya?" she whispered.

What are you going to do about it? Farah Dowling isn't here to protect you anymore.

Eve stiffened in Farah's arms at the woman's voice.

"Eve?" Farah asked worriedly. "What is it?"

"You need to hide," Eve whispered. "Rosalind is coming."

Such spirit. Your mother would've been proud.

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"Hide, please," Eve repeated urgently. "She can't see you."

Farah nodded, peaking a kiss on Eve's cheek. Saul caught her wrist before she could turn back, and they shared a deep, loving kiss before he released her. She smiled, tears in her eyes, and looked between them. "Don't worry," she murmured. "I'm right here." With that, she waved her hand, and the light magic she possessed aided in her vanishing. Saul sat back down heavily, the Burned One venom spreading wildly.

Eve was quick to take off after Anya.

How should I know?

Eve came to a stop beside Anya. We know that you know, she snapped, sliding her hand into Anya's.

"Darling, are you alright?" Eve asked in a whisper of a tone.

"We fight together, alright?" Eve muttered, looking around them for any sign of the cruel ex-headmistress.

That's a sweet offer, but the way you threaten could use some work. It's more like this. Why don't you two submit to me as headmistress, and I'll leave your father alive, Eve.

Rosalind laughed. This will go much smoother if you both cooperate. I have the Burned One that scratched your father somewhere safe. It's impossible to find, I promise. Now, I need you to submit your position as headmistress to me, and I promise I will kill it. If not… well, I'm not sure how long Ben's Zanbaq will be able to resist the venom.

Eve gripped Anya's wrist. "I have to," she whispered, her voice think. "She'll kill him." Then, quieter, she added. "Really kill him."

Suddenly, Eve felt Rosalind's magic wrap around her like tangling, choking vines. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as the air was taken from her lungs.

Give up your position to me.

"I will," Eve pleaded, sounding strained even though nothing visible was touching her.

Eve began to see dark spots at the edges of her vision, but at the last second, she felt the magic holding her release. She collapsed to the ground, coughing madly and trembling. "You can have Alfea," Eve relented, her voice sounding strangled.

Eve continued coughing as the air rushed back into her lungs. She relaxed against Anya. "What have I done?" she whispered.

Eve shook her head. "What about Alfea?" she asked worriedly.

Rosalind gave no response.