Fate: your own story ( winx)

“About?” Eve pushed gently, brushing aside branches in their way.

Eve frowned slightly, but she continued walking, taking Anya’s hand to guide her since it was easier that way. She seemed to have a destination in mind. “What’s out here, darling?”

Unfortunately for Anya, Eve was a mind fairy. She gasped as Dowling’s words echoed in her mind too. “You should have told me it was dangerous to bring you out here,” she lovingly but sternly scolded. “Let’s go—” A rasping noise behind her cut her off. She whipped around, pushing Anya protectively behind her.

“What is them?” Eve asked, trying hard to keep the tremble out of her voice.

“We have to get back to the Barrier,” Eve gasped quietly. “Back to the school. Tell Miss Dowling…”

“I’m not leaving you,” Eve replied firmly. “We get back to the Barrier together, we go tell Dowling to get—” A snarl interrupted her, and a mangled black creature dodged around a tree and charged at them. Eve’s eyes widened.

Eve followed Anya without hesitating. She could hear the snarls of the Burned One gaining on them.

(Don’t hate me please…)

Eve reached out toward the Barrier as she neared it, but just before she passed through, she felt something dig into her back. It felt like nothing at first, then pain flamed out to what felt like every nerve in her body. Her momentum carried her over the Barrier, and the Burned One screeched and turned back into the woods. Eve curled into a ball on the ground and whimpered. “Anya…”

Headmistress Dowling was seated behind her desk, having a conversation with Specialist Headmaster Silva, who was seated on the arm of one a couch, when Anya burst in, carrying Eve. At the sight of a student injured, Dowling and Silva shot to their feet. Both of their faces turned worried in an instant.

“What happened?” Dowling demanded, making her way around her desk with intense speed and heading right for Eve and Anya.

Eve’s expression was contorted in pain, and she was gritting her teeth tightly so she could try to manage the immense burning she felt spreading through her body from the spot of the wound.

Dowling extended her arms and took Eve from Anya’s grip. Her gaze turned to Silva. “Get Ben,” she demanded, and Silva was out the door without another second passing.

With that handled, Dowling looked to the hyperventilating Anya. “Sit,” she ordered calmly and kindly.

Dowling looked from pacing Anya to Eve, who suddenly seemed very delicate in the headmistress’s arms and unlike her normal self. “What were the two of you doing outside the Barrier?” she asked sternly.

“Anya, you know better.” Dowling’s tone slipped into one of disappointment.

“It was my fault,” Eve managed to say. “Not her.” She gasped in pain, and Dowling readjusted her grip, making sure she wasn’t touching the wounds.

“I made her go,” Eve gasped. “She didn’t want to.” Her eyes filled with tears. Veins along her neck were beginning to turn dark.

Dowling’s eyes widened at the sight, and she gently sat down, guiding Eve to sit beside her.

Eve looked over at Anya and smiled weakly. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “I told you I would protect you, and I did.” She gently squeezed Anya’s hand as the door to Dowling’s office flung open to reveal Headmaster Silva and Professor Harvey, who was holding two vials, tweezers, and folded cloth.

Dowling rose and went to stand beside Headmaster Silva. She began to whisper to him while Professor Harvey replaced where Dowling had been. “Alright, this may hurt a bit,” he said calmly, and the next thing Eve knew, her wound seared with pain. She cried out and squeezed Anya’s hand again.

Eve nodded. Even in her pain, she was overwhelmed by her ability sensing Anya’s worry. She felt strong emotions coming from both Dowling and Silva as they exchanged murmurs back and forth, and Professor Harvey may have been showing a calm appearance, but he was terrified. She cried out in pain again as another cloth pad of Zanbaq was applied.