Hey guys! Funny thing about this story: it's a revision of a story I deleted a few days ago. I didn't like the way the story turned out; I sounded like a typical 12 year old who didn't know what she was doing or how to write. THUS, I decided to delete my old story and start over. Sorry for those who got confused or couldn't find the original. I really don't care for first chapters, because I have to introduce EVERYTHING. It gets annoying and tedious really fast. But anyways, I hope you guys like this version WAY better. Enjoy and don't forget to review! I want to know how you guys like my revision.

For those who haven't watched Ever After High, the series if full of wordplay. Since the same play on words doesn't exist in Winx Club, I toned it down a bit.

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ღ The Alfea College for Fairies ღ

"Okay, we'll try that one more time. Take it from the top!" Aisha snapped her fingers and the large stereo in the corner began to loudly play another song.

"Awww. Again?" whined Stella, plopping down on her bottom and taking off one of her platform heels. "My feet are getting sore!" She rubbed the sole of her foot and winced.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have worn heels," suggested Bloom with a giggle, offering Stella her hand.

"You speak the impossible." The funny thing about it was that Stella wasn't even joking. As the fashionista of the Winx Club, she would do anything for a good pair of heels. Literally. "I mean, what's even the point of us training? We have wings, remember," mentioned Stella, moving some of her blond hair out of her face. "We aren't like them." She pointed up at Aisha's levitating obstacle course where the Paladins and Specialists were training.

The Specialists were male warriors from the Red Fountain College, a main magic college on the capitol planet of Magix and a prestigious educational institution that specialized its students in weapon-wielding and dragon riding. The Paladins were similar to the Specialists, except they were students of Lynphea College, the main magic school on the floral planet of Lynphea. Regardless of what schools they attended, they were still the Winx Club's allies in the battle against all evil in the magic universe.

"It doesn't hurt to have a little physical strength," pointed out Aisha, stretching out her legs. "Exercise never hurts anybody." Out of the Winx Club, Aisha was the go getter. The tomboy and stylish athlete who wasn't afraid to break a sweat.

"Yeah, but we've been exercising for hours," pouted Stella, "let's take a break."

"Hours? Stella, it's only been about thirty minutes," stated Musa, pointing at her wrist watch. "And besides, how do you think the guys feel? They've been at it for two hours at least." She looked up at the levitating Morphix course where the guys were now having a time trial. They had already been at least an hour into their workout by the time the Winx were finally dismissed from their classes. But as warriors, they were most likely used to such extended physical training.

"Yeah, but they're used to it," insisted Stella, putting her hands on her hips. "We're fairies! We don't need to throw punches or do back flips." She had a small point. As guardian fairies of the magic universe, the girls fought more with their magic instead of their physical abilities.

"You never know what could happen, Stella," mentioned Tecna, looking up from her technical device. "If it wasn't for Bloom, we would still be magic less right now. Logically speaking, something like that could happen again and without our magic, we'd be completely powerless." Tecna was referring to the time when the Winx Club visited the planet of Lynphea to visit the Specialists. However, the trip was ruined when the Trix, a trio of witches and the Winx Club's mortal enemies, attacked Lynphea College. The Winx girls attempted to fight back but were stripped of all their powers when they came in contact with the Legendarium, a powerful tome in the possession of the Trix and their newest ally Selina. Fortunately, Bloom, the fairy of the Dragon's Flame, didn't lose her powers since her fire could never be extinguished. Thus, she shared her flame with her friends and they were able to regain their magic and even obtain a new fairy transformation due to their good deeds and actions.

"Let's be real about this. What are the chances of us losing our powers again?" Stella put her shoe back on and stood up. "Zero."

"Still. Now that the Trix have taken over Cloud Tower and posses the Legendarium, anything is possible," affirmed Bloom, frowning slightly. It wasn't long since the Trix took over the Cloud Tower School of Witchcraft, a boarding school for witches also on the planet Magix. "And it doesn't help that they somehow made the school invisible and got it to fly."

"I've actually been trying to detect Cloud Tower with the new program I installed on my gadget," reported Tecna, waving around her phone. As the fairy of technology, the Winx relied on Tecna to solve any technological issues whether magical, supernatural, or ordinary. "It detects strong magical energies all over the magic universe. Unfortunately, it hasn't identified Cloud Tower just yet."

Bloom gave Tecna an encouraging shoulder squeeze. "Don't stress over it. We'll put a stop to the Trix no matter what." That was why Bloom was the leader of the Winx; she was fearless, encouraging, and always knew how to make the other girls feel better.

"And thanks to Professor Daphne's endless research, we are also a step closer to locking the Legendarium for good," added Ms. Faragonda, walking into the gym with her hands clasped behind her back. She was the headmistress of the Alfea College for Fairies, the magic school the Winx Club attended. Like Cloud Tower and Red Fountain, Alfea was located on the planet Magix, the capitol planet of the entire magic universe.

Daphne, who had come in with the headmistress, smiled and gave a tiny wave. She was the older sister of Bloom, a history teacher at Alfea, the Crowned Princess of Domino, and the Nymph of Domino and Sirenix. "I haven't found a lot of information about the Legendarium yet, but according to what I've read so far, it can be locked with a magic stronger than its own," announced Daphne.

"There's other magic stronger than the Legendarium?" questioned Flora, the fairy of nature, looking puzzled. "I mean, besides the Dragon's Flame."

"Yeah. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but it took away our powers. There can't be anything stronger than that," insisted Stella, twirling a lock of her blond hair around her finger.

"Not that we know of," corrected Daphne with a patient smile, "the magic universe has a lot of secrets."

Ms. Faragonda slightly frowned at the last part but then quickly regained her indulgent smile. "I'll leave you all to your work then," she announced before swiftly exiting the gym.

Bloom watched her leave and frowned. "Is it just me or does Ms. Faragonda seem troubled lately?" she asked worriedly, biting her lip.

"Oh, calm down. You know how old people are," joked Stella as the pixies fluttered into the room, "she's probably just thinking about her past or something."

"Hey! You guys ready to come down yet?" called up Aisha to the Specialists and Paladins.

Prince Sky, Bloom's boyfriend and the leader of the Specialists, jumped over to another levitating platform and waved down at Aisha. "We'll be down in a minute," he called down.

"Yeah. Brandon here has yet to beat my all-time record," boasted Nex, one of the two Paladins, folding his arms across his chest arrogantly.

"Is that a challenge?" questioned Brandon, putting on his game face.

"Come on, Brandon, honey! Show everyone just how amazingly strong you are," called Stella to her boyfriend with a giggle.

"Yeah, honey. Why don't you show us what you can do," taunted Nex, imitating Stella and slapping the Specialist on the back.

"Easy, Nex. Let's not get hasty," advised Thoren, the other Paladin and Sky's cousin, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Instead of getting mad at Nex, Brandon smiled determinedly. "Alright. I'll complete the course and beat your time," he assured Nex.

This was Bloom's chance. "I'll be right back," promised she promised, starting for the exit, "I gotta check on something." She slipped out of the gym and into the crowded corridor. It made Bloom smile to see all the radiate, excited faces as she strolled through the crowds of girls. She remembered when she was one of them, excited to grow and learn in magic and friendship.

"Headmistress? May I come in?" called Bloom softly, knocking on the door of the headmistress's office.

Bloom heard Ms. Faragonda sigh sadly on the other side. "Yes, Bloom. Come in."

The door creaked as Bloom stepped inside. "Is everything all right, Ms. Faragonda? You seem a little…sad," said Bloom, looking at the headmistress with worry. Ms. Faragonda was facing the window, her back turned to Bloom.

"Hm?" The headmistress shook out of her daze and turned around to face Bloom. That's when Bloom noticed the picture Faragonda held in her hand. "What were you saying, Bloom?"

"You've really been distracted lately. I just wanted to know if everything was okay."

Ms. Faragonda sighed again and sat down at her desk. She set the picture on her workstation's surface and stared longingly at it. "Yes, everything is fine. It's just….I've been thinking about some things lately."

"Things? Like what?"

"Old memories, really. Things that should remain in the past." Ms. Faragonda looked up at Bloom and smiled kindly. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with me. Go out and enjoy yourself with your sister and friends. I'll be fine." Though she insisted she was all right, Bloom could see the sadness in her eyes and sense the emptiness in her heart—a power she possessed through the power of the Dragon's Flame. Things were not fine.

"You know, headmistress. Sometimes it helps to talk about what's bothering you," suggested Bloom thoughtfully, taking two steps towards the headmistress's desk.

"I appreciate your concern, but there's really nothing to talk about," insisted Ms. Faragonda, completely absorbed by the photo in front of her. Bloom knew for a fact something was depressing her, but she decided to leave it alone.

"Oh. Okay. Well, if you ever want or need to talk about something, I'm here," she informed, starting for the door. She couldn't comfort someone who didn't want to be comforted. Bloom glanced over her shoulder and took one last glance at the headmistress, who was now tracing her finger around the picture frame. Bloom frowned worriedly at the elderly lady before leaving her alone with her thoughts.

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ღ The Floating Cloud Tower School of Witchcraft ღ

"You know, Selina. That book of yours isn't all it's cracked up to be," snorted Stormy, landing beside the blond witch. "You claim it's powerful, but you have yet to destroy the Winx with it." She put her hands on her hips and snorted again.

"Easy now, sister. Let's not get worked up," advised Darcy, moving some of her brown hair out of her face and folding her arms across her chest. "I'm sure Selina here has an explanation for her failure."

"Yes, Selina. If that book is so powerful, then why hasn't it annihilated the Winx Club and their pathetic little allies?" Icy floated down from the ceiling, her lavender hair flowing behind her.

Selina, who was now self-conscious, pressed the Legendarium against her chest and shifted uncomfortably. The young witch quickly came up with a good lie to tell the Trix. "It must because I'm not yet strong enough in the dark arts. As its protector, its magic works through me." She held her breath, inwardly praying the trio of witches would believe her fib.

"Ugh. There's always a catch," sneered Stormy in disgust, looking away. Her frizzy storm cloud hair was tied up on the top of her head while her lightning-bolt shaped bangs hung loose, truly giving her the appearance of the Witch of Storms.

"No need to get impatient, Stormy," said Icy coolly, "all we have to do is teach Selina here a few tricks, and the Legendarium's attacks will be stronger. Right?" Icy looked coldly at Selina, her pale blue eyes sending a chill down Selina's spine. Selina managed to nod. "Good. Then we'll destroy those pathetic fairies once and for all!" Her two sisters nodded and the three began to laugh wickedly.

Though Selina was new to Cloud Tower, she knew all about the Trix. They were the most wicked trio of dark sorceresses in the entire magic dimension, and also the mortal enemies of the Winx Club. Because of their strong abilities, they had just recently taken over Cloud Tower and managed to cloak the school and give it the ability of flight. And according to their boasting, that was just a small fraction of what they could do with their magic.

"Speaking of pathetic fairies, what's our next move?" asked Stormy ambitiously, looking at Icy.

"Yeah. What magic school are we gonna conquer next?" added Darcy, showing the same amount of eagerness as her younger sister. The Trix had an unquenchable thirst for power and had decided to take a step further into their quest for total domination by taking over the other magic schools in the dimension.

"Hmm. That's a good question, sisters," smiled Icy wickedly, "why don't we let the map decide?" She snapped her fingers and a scroll levitated off the nearby bookshelf. It floated over to the desk and unrolled itself across the hard surface. "Now, let's see. Who to take over next," mused Icy aloud as she and her sisters crowded around the desk.

"So many choices," smirked Darcy, "how will we ever pick just one?"

"How about Alfea? I've been dying to add its power to our own," suggested Darcy determinedly, holding up a clenched fist. "And while we're there, we can give the Winx a little run for their money."

"As much as I'd love to confront Bloom again, Alfea comes later on the list," responded Icy, "we need to have the power of all the other schools when we do finally face the Winx at their precious little school. Then we'll truly be unstoppable."

Seeing her chance to slip away, Selina quietly escaped the abandoned classroom, leaving the trio of witches to plan their next move. The young witch noiselessly relocated into another empty classroom and set the heavy tome of the Legendarium on the front desk. The Legendarium was a very special book; it possessed a vast collection of legends, stories, and monsters that could be summoned to life by the book's keeper.

She traced the cover of the Legendarium with her finger and then opened it to a particular page towards the middle of the book. The page contained an ink image of a wizard with black marks around his eyes with triangular black marks on its edges, a crooked pointy nose, black goatee, and an outfit that consisted of a thigh-length armor-like tunic with large hanging sleeves and baggy trousers tucked inside his boots. "Acheron. I'm here," announced Selina.

"Good, Selina," hissed wizard on the page, glowing with purple magic. The wizard was no other than Acheron, the creator of the Legendarium. "What of your mission?"

Selina took a deep breath. "The Trix promised to teach me the dark arts as soon as they conquer another magic school," she replied, "the power they're collecting from all around Magix could free you from your prison." That was Selina's mission; to free Acheron from his prison inside the Legendarium. In return, he promised her great powers. But in order to free him, Selina would need some powerful magic. Really powerful magic.

"Good," repeated Acheron in the same low tone, "I am counting on you, Selina. Do not fail me."

Selina bowed her head. "Yes, Acheron." She had to free Acheron from his prison no matter what. It was simply her destiny.

ღ Ever After High in the land of Ever After, a land of whose location cannot yet be revealed onto the reader ღ

"Where in Ever After is everyone?" demanded Lizzie Hearts, the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, angrily, throwing her coquet mallet across the field. Out of Ever After High's entire coquet team, only three members showed up for practice. This, of course, upset Lizzie since she took the game more seriously than anyone else.

"Gone, it seems," replied a floating disembodied head, flashing into visibility beside Lizzie. The head had sleek blue eyes with cat-like pupils and curly lavender twintails.

"Gone where?" asked Lizzie, raising an eyebrow. "And where's the rest of your body? Aren't you embarrassed to walk around as a head alone?"

The disembodied head smiled widely and the rest of her body expanded into visibility, revealing Kitty Cheshire, the Cheshire Cat's tricky daughter. "Gone everywhere but here," responded Kitty with a snicker. Lizzie sighed loudly and plopped down on the perfectly trimmed grass. Coquet was one of the most popular games back in Wonderland and it hurt her to know no one else took it seriously. Wonderland. Just thinking about her homeland made Lizzie frown sadly. She wished she could go back, but due to the Evil Queen's poisoning of the wonderlandiful world, all portals leading to Wonderland had to be sealed so the Evil Queen's dark magic couldn't flow into the other lands.

"As to answer your last question, not really. It's fun walking around as just a head; it freaks the others out," said Kitty amusedly. Like her mother, Kitty enjoyed playing pranks and creating chaos. Though she was tricky, Lizzie considered Kitty to be one of her best friends for ever. Being from Wonderland also, Kitty could relate to Lizzie's homesickness.

"You really state the obvious, Narrator," snorted Kitty randomly, sitting down beside Lizzie.

Lizzie raised a questioning eyebrow. Kitty must've been talking to "the voice" again. She insisted there was a disembodied voice narrating their lives that only she could hear. Lizzie usually nodded or ignored Kitty's comments about "the voice": even as a mad Wonderlandian, she had to admit Kitty was talking crazy.

"I'm not talking crazy! The voice's there!" insisted Kitty, looking up to the sky as if she was talking to someone up there.

Lizzie half-heartedly nodded and plucked up a clomp of grass. She watched quietly as the tips of the grass swayed in the passing breeze. "So, what are we supposed to do now?" asked Lizzie uncertainly. It was obvious coquet practice wasn't happening.

"Keep supposing, I suppose," replied Kitty. She and Lizzie glanced at each other and laughed.

"Well, I guess we have to find something else to do," said Lizzie with a sniffle.

"How about we prank Headmaster Grimm? I'm always up for a good trick," suggested Kitty hopefully.

Lizzie shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for tricks," she said sadly, letting go of the grass and watching them float away in the breeze. Out of all the Wonderlandians that had managed to escape Wonderland right before the portals were sealed, Lizzie had to be the most homesick. As the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, she was destined to one day rule her beautiful homeland. Wonderland was her responsibility. Her future.

"How about we visit Maddie and her dad at the haberdashery? If that place isn't wonderlandiful, I don't know what is." Lizzie allowed the corners of her mouth to lift into a tiny smile. The Mad Hatter's Haberdashery and Tea Shoppe would be the perfect place for Lizzie to find comfort. It was the only place that truly reminded Lizzie of home…

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"Well, welcome Lizzie and Kitty! What can I do for you two this hat-tastic day?" greeted Madeline Hatter happily as the two girls entered the tea shoppe, the doorbell chiming above their heads. Lizzie immediately began to feel at ease as the smell of earl grey welcomed her. She always felt this way whenever she visited the Mad Hatter's Haberdashery and Tea Shoppe in the village of Book End. Maybe it was because the shop was Wonderland-themed; the checkered walls changed colors every three point five seconds, tables and chairs were arranged on the walls and ceilings, defying the laws of physics, random objects with wings materialized into thin air and flapped around the shoppe, staircases that led nowhere spawned here and there, and so forth.

"Hey, Lizzie! Kitty! Come sit with us," called Raven Queen with a wave from her and Darling Charming's table by the counter. Seeing Raven made Lizzie frown. It was her mother who poisoned Wonderland in the first place. Was it okay to socialize with the daughter of the same person who-

"Well, don't just stand there like a sleepy lamppost!" giggled Maddie, pushing Lizzie towards the girls' table. "You're just in time for teatime madness!"

"Theme madness? What's that?" asked Lizzie as she sat down in a chair beside Darling's. "I've never heard of it."

"That's because we only spellebrate in Wonderland, silly," giggled Maddie, her wild blue hair bouncing. "It happens every day during teatime. Honestly, it's my favorite time of the day. Well, besides second teatime. And third teatime."

Lizzie glanced up at one the many wall clocks that hung on the wall. Five minutes until teatime at three o' clock. "So, how was your day?" asked Darling Charming politely, moving some of her it's-so-blond-it's-white hair out of her face.

"Absolutely terrible!" exclaimed Lizzie, pounding her fist onto the table. In response, the cups rattled and the table growled.

A face appeared on the surface of the table and lowly hissed, "Hey, I'm tryin' to sleep here!"

"My mistake," said Lizzie apologetically, calming down a bit. Back in Wonderland, mostly all of the furniture spoke.

"Calm down, Lizzie," advised Darling softly, reaching over and squeezing her friend's shoulder. "Tell us what's the matter."

Lizzie sighed and looked down at the table. "It's Wonderland," she said sadly as Maddie placed a cup of steaming tea in front of her. "I miss it ever so much."

"I wonder whose fault that is," said Kitty sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Raven.

"Hey! My mom poisoned Wonderland, not me," said Raven defensively, "it isn't my fault no one can ever go back!" Lizzie, who had been sipping her tea when Raven said this, choked. It sounded even more terrible when it came out of someone else's mouth. Raven glanced at Lizzie and immediately realized her error. "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I didn't mean to sound so harsh," she apologized, stirring her tea slowly. "It's just…I don't like how people blame me for my mother's actions." Though Raven was the child of the most feared villain of them all, she didn't want to be evil or carry out the legacy of her mother.

"It must be hard being so far away from home," acknowledged Darling, looking sympathetically at Lizzie and then Kitty. "I'm sorry things-" She was interrupted when all fifty-something clocks in the shop chimed loudly in unison. They were all so loud, the entire shop shook.

"Yay! It's teatime!" cheered Maddie as the customers covered their ears, attempting to block out the loud ringing.

"Maddie, turn it off!" cried out Raven over the dinging, "it's too loud!"

"That's the point!" exclaimed Maddie. Just then, the ringing stopped and dozens of teacups with wings materialized out of thin air.

"Hey! What's going-" Raven stopped short as the teacups suddenly began to drench earl grey on everyone's heads.

"Hey, Maddie! What's going on?" asked Darling, covering her head with her arms. "Why are they pouring tea on us?"

Maddie didn't answer until the teacups and kettles unexplainably vanished. "Well, you see, back in Wonderland, something totally random always happened during teatime," she explained, her wild hair dripping onto the floor. "The teacup thing was something totally different. Usually, the ceilings drip chocolate or something."

Lizzie couldn't help but giggle. Though it wasn't exactly Wonderland, it was nice to have a little reminder of home.

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"AHH! Run everyone! It's Raven Queen!" screeched a passerby, stopping in her tracks and pointing at Raven. Startled, Raven looked up from her Mirrorphone at the girl.

"She is EVIL!" shrieked another villager, looking fearfully at Raven.

"Run while you still can!" added another frightened bystander before scurrying away.

Raven sighed and dropped her Mirrorphone into her purse as everyone ran away in separate directions, doing their best to get away from her. She couldn't even spend a few hours in the Village of Book End without scaring somebody. That was the effect Raven had on people; as the daughter of the Evil Queen, everyone immediately assumed Raven was evil, even though she wasn't.

Raven had made it clear earlier in the school year that she didn't want to relive her pre-determined storybook destiny and become the next Evil Queen, but her decision hadn't changed anyone's opinion about her. The girl sighed again and started down the cobblestone road that lead back to Ever After High. Ever After High was a special boarding school for the teenage sons and daughters of fairytale characters. There, they attended classes that would help them prepare for their destines; to follow in their parents' fairytale footsteps and keep their stories alive through the generations.

However, since Raven didn't like her pre-determined destiny as the next Evil Queen, she refused to pledge her loyalty to her destiny during Legacy Day, the event where the second-year students swore to relive their parents' fairytales. In spite on her choice, people still considered Raven to be evil, if not eviler after Legacy Day.

Raven was crossing the footbridge when she overheard two passing girls whispering about her. "Hey, isn't that the Evil Queen's daughter?" whispered one of the girls to her friend as they strolled by Raven.

"Yeah. The same girl who didn't sign the Storybook of Legends," her friend whispered back, "can you believe how selfish that is? Now because of her, the Snow White tale might not even happen if she doesn't go through with her destiny as the next Evil Queen. Doesn't she realize she's still being evil?" Raven frowned and quickly hurried off the bridge, the girls' cold glares sending a chill down her spine. Was that how everyone saw her?

Instead of returning to Ever After High, Raven navigated down another path. There were lots of other students back at school who felt the same way as those two girls, and Raven really didn't want to be bothered with them.

The girl traveled down the dirt road until it led her deep into the Enchanted Forest. Whenever she needed some alone time, the forest served as a good place of refuge. "Ugh. I just wish everyone could accept me as who I am," she said to herself in frustration as she leaned on the well in the middle of the clearing. Though, Raven didn't really blame them for their reaction to her rebellious choice. For generations, the people of Ever After relived their fairytales so they wouldn't cease to exist. It was simply the tradition of the land. A tradition Raven couldn't bring herself to follow. Besides, all that "if you don't sign the Storybook of Legends and pledge to follow your destiny, you and your story will disappear forever" stuff wasn't exactly true; Raven had refused to sign and was still alive and breathing.

Raven was turning around to leave when she noticed something shiny in the grass. "Hey, what's that?" she asked curiously, steering off-path. She bent down and picked up the shiny silver object from under one of the trees. "Hey. A wishing coin," she said, holding up the large, circular coin. "Cool." Story had it that if one wished hard enough upon a wishing coin, their wish would come true.

Well, it was time to put that theory to the test. Raven went back over to the well and pressed the coin against her heart. She thought about what she wanted to wish for a few seconds and then allowed her wish to escape her lips. "I wish…I wish that there was a way for people to see the good inside me. For a group of friends that can respect my choices and see me for who I am, what I'm 'destined; to become." And with those words, Raven let go of the coin and watched it drop down into deep, dark wishing well.

For some odd reason, she felt comfort in watching the coin disappear into the blackness of the well.

Maybe her wish would come true.

Someday.