Fate: your own story ( winx)

Nothing.

Eve sat up slowly, recovering from her strangling even though it still felt like something had a grip on her throat. She swallowed and winced.

After a few more seconds, a voice spoke. It's dead. You have no patience.

"No, darling, it's not." Rosalind, fix her, Eve demanded.

Unfortunately, I can't. The curse can only be removed by someone other than the one who cast it. And Farah was so close…

Rosalind finally appeared in front of the girls, looking pristine and strict as usual. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes. "That magic is archaic. Primal and ancient. I seriously doubt either one of you could learn it."

"They don't have to."

Rosalind lifted her gaze from Anya and Eve, and her eyes widened at the sight. Eve whipped around quickly and saw them: Farah Dowling, Saul Silva, and Ben Harvey. Each of them had a determined look on their faces.

Farah, the one who had spoken, stepped forward. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. You cannot have my school."

Rosalind narrowed her eyes. "I've fought you all once before. Who says I can't do it again?"

Farah lifted her chin in the air. "You're not as powerful as you think, and I'm more powerful than I was."

Farah nodded in agreement.

"I am the headmistress of Alfea!" Rosalind cried.

"You actually aren't," Saul quickly countered. "Eve was only acting headmistress, and with her giving the school back to the current headmistress, it means Farah is in charge again."

"No!" Rosalind snarled.

Rosalind narrowed her eyes at Anya. "You," she growled. "Your father made me promise never to hurt you. And now he's gone and turned his arse on me. So now I can do whatever I like with you."

Farah raised her chin. "Lay a finger on either of them, and you will feel Alfea's wrath."

Eve wrapped her arms around Anya protectively. "Mom," she said, looking at Farah with a knowing gaze.

Farah nodded as the pair communicated without words. She glanced between Saul and Ben and murmured, "Subdue her."

Instantly, the pair sprung into action and Farah hurried to Eve and Anya. "Eve, now," Farah commanded, and the girl put up a shield barrier around the three of them.

"Healing you, if you don't mind," Farah shot back, gently placing a hand on Anya's chest and one on her back. "Hold still."

Rosalind pelted at the barrier, and Eve gasped in pain holding it up until Ben bound Rosalind's wrists with vines.

"I did," Farah muttered. "While you two were off hunting down Rosalind. Hold still." She began to whispered under her breath, her fingers moving expertly around Anya's torso and pressing specifically at certain points.

Eve was trembling holding up her shield barrier, but she kept it steady.

Nearly there, Farah thought to herself, still muttering the charms under her breath. Suddenly, Farah cried out as the magic finished. She held her head in her hands and moaned softly.

"Farah?!" Saul cried.

Eve opened a crack in the barrier for Anya to slip through, and then she shrunk it around herself and Farah. It was easier to maintain a smaller barrier. Mother and daughter clung to each other desperately.

Rosalind broke free of Ben's vines and prepared to use her magic on the barrier again.

Rosalind deflected Anya's fire. "You're no match for me," she snarled.

Rosalind narrowed her eyes. "You're not," she snapped, her eyes turning grey.

"I need you to let the barrier down," Farah murmured into Eve's ear. "Don't worry. It will be alright."

Eve nodded.

"Now," Farah whispered.

"Farah!" Ben yelled right before Rosalind unleashed a flood of her magic. Farah stood and deflected the wave, stepping forward to face Rosalind herself.

Rosalind's eyes narrowed. "You can't defeat me, Farah."

"Maybe not," Farah acknowledged. "But I'm not trying to."

"Oh?" Rosalind questioned. Only someone who knew her as well as Farah did would've heard the barely worried undertone in her voice. But barely was enough.

"I'm only finishing what I started."