Hey guys, this is a story idea that I wrote once, but due to unfortunate occurrences that led to this story idea and several others to be deleted from my laptop, I have essentially given up on writing this story idea. I should probably get to the story idea, right? Rather than just rambling about the story creation.

Through the Looking Glass

Summary: Everyone knows the story of how Bloom was brought to Alfea by Stella and eventually led the Winx Club into many battles against the Trix and their allies, saving the Magical Universe. In another world, what if Stella had not been accepted back into Alfea? What if, instead of going to another fairy school, she decided to go to Cloud Tower to prove that good witches existed? What happens when she meets Bloom?

Warning the characters may be a bit OC but all ships will happen. Another thing is that this is going to be based off of the Nick specials since I never watched the other versions. I don't own Winx Club.

The Fate of Bloom

Chapter 1

Perhaps the walls of the palace were too thin, Stella mused to herself, trying not to pay too much attention to her parents in the other room. But it was also entirely possible that her parents were making sure she could hear them arguing. That possibility made her wince, it wasn't like she wanted her parented to argue, she didn't. She wanted them to be happy, like they were when she was younger. Things seemed much simpler than, not when her parents were on the verge of falling apart.

Falling-apart-marriage or not she expected them to at least be in the same room when she was going to leave and not return until one of the many breaks. She might not see them for weeks, and instead, they chose to spend the time in the room next door, arguing about what she was doing with her life. Stella twisted the ring of Solaria back and forth around her finger, trying to not scream, and checked the time on her phone, half-hoping she still had time to leave. But it had been fifteen minutes since she had told her parents she was leaving in ten, and she had pushed her limits as far as possible.

She had extended the invitation to them, and it was not her fault they had chose to argue instead of at least see her off. Stella sighed, pushing herself off the wall she was leaning against, running her hands over her ripped skinny jeans and dusting her crop top off. She slid her gaze one last time to the door, half-expecting her parents to fall through the door and stiffly hug her goodbye. But, her parents were too caught up in themselves to realize she was leaving.

"Tell them I said goodbye." She ordered the two guards standing by the door, one of the guards sent her a sympathetic look before he went back to being just another one of the ranks. "Ring of Solaria." Stella exclaimed, twisting the ring off her finger and throwing it into the air. In a brilliant flash of light, the scepter fell into her waiting hands, the metal warm against her palms. She waited a minute, hoping her parents had heard her in their rage and were coming into the room.

Disappointedly she gripped the scepter tighter, pointing it diagonally at a spot on the wall and envisioning the purple looming towers of Cloud Tower. The bridge that separated the island a few meters from rock formations and how the tower seeped to hover, the purple-colored windows that decorated the purple colored walls. Fog hovering around the school creating an ominous air.

Stella opened her eyes, seeing an orange portal appear in the wall and grabbed her bag, carrying several miniaturized bags, before walking to the portal, throwing a single glance over her shoulder. In the magic of the portal she almost felt free, the same feeling she got from flying, when it was just her and the magic flowing through her veins, like the entire universe was melting away just for her.

Suddenly the portal was not in her control anymore and the orange color quickly became a deep purple, Stella gripped her scepter tighter, anticipation coursing through her veins as she waited for the end of the portal. Clenching her jaw, she saw several red spindly creatures materializing inside of the portal and starting to chase her down the purple tunnel. Stella didn't know what to do for a minute, trying to regain control of the portal would be pointless, the caster had been strong enough to place ghouls in a portal that wasn't theirs.

But, perhaps she could deposit them somewhere that would put her at an advantage, well give her more than what she had with the lack of sunlight created inside of the portal. Stella closed her eyes, trying to think of nearby planets, the portal was whirling all around the Magic Dimension. Gritting her teeth, she pictured a green grassy field, hot and humid air with plenty of sunlight.

The portal whooshed, making her stomach flip, before dumping her and the ghouls unceremoniously into a circle created by trees. The ghouls hissed at the violent blast of sunlight before they regained their purpose and began to prowl towards her. Stella quickly pushed herself off of the ground, kicking away a ghoul that got far too close for her liking. Now that she was back in the sunlight, she could feel her energy slowly returning.

"I don't think so." Stella growled, using her magic to burn away the ghouls that dared to touch her, the red spindly creature was flung against a tree, limbs flying, before disappearing in a poof. Stella smirked, but her smirk slipped immediately as purple smoke filled the area and she shielded her eyes before looking up. Above her was a large and yellow ogre wearing blue overalls that were splotched with stains from substances Stella did not want to think about.

The ogre smirked, teeth almost-matching his skin color, his eyes glowing red with a spell cast by witches working together. Stella winced at the foul stench that quickly filled her nose from his body odor, trying not to pinch her nose shut, before glaring down the ogre. He was at least twice her height but that would not stop her. She had not been in-training to be a fairy for a year to learn nothing.

But even with that training, her odds were slipping through her fingers as more and more ghouls appeared behind him. There were four surrounding her and seven surrounding him, eleven in total. "Twelve against one, hardly seems fair." Stella said, placing her scepter down to absorb more sunlight but to appear like it was casual she leaned against the scepter. So far, the ghouls were waiting for the word from the ogre.

Laughing the ogre walked forward, footsteps slightly clumsy. "Scared princess. Don't worry, we'll make your demise quick and painless." The ogre boomed, voice echoing. Stella winced, quickly casting a sound barrier around so no non-magicals could hear them. Sound was not her strong-point so any magical would be able to see through the barrier, but the only reason Stella cast it was because she didn't know where they were.

"Oh, I meant that it hardly seemed fair for you." Stella smirked, waving her hand in a dismissive manner, dismissing his presence. It probably wasn't smart to challenge an ogre armed with ghouls, but she didn't really have much of a choice without dragging anyone else into the fray. Taunting them was the next best thing. The ogre didn't say anything but pointed at her and the ghouls started to lunge.

Sticking the scepter into the ground and putting her hands together, Stella conjured an orange-colored sphere and threw it at the ghouls, blasting several of them back but the other ones kept coming. One of the ghouls reached a claw out, trying in vain to wrap it around her ankle, but Stella grabbed the sunlight charged scepter, feeling the magic travel up and down the magical metal, and dropped it to the ground. A large wave of light magic travel through the ground, throwing the ghouls that surrounded her back.

Stella gripped her scepter tighter feeling her magic pool out around her, trying to intimidate the ogre and ghouls. "I am Stella, witch of the sun and moon, so back off." Stella proclaimed, releasing more waves of her magic so that she was glowing in the sunlight filtering through the trees. The magic in her veins buzzed with anticipation, waiting to be released but Stella held on, waiting for the perfect moment.

The ogre stuck a hand out and grabbed one of the ghouls, clenching his hand into a fist with the ghoul still there, causing the ghoul to disappear with a hiss-like yelp. Stella mentally subtracted that ghoul from the list, making it eleven against one, still a challenge. "Little witch, I know who you are. Ghouls, take her scepter." The ogre ordered, and Stella shivered, moving her feet into an attack position and leaning to the side, moving her scepter into an arc formation, light waves emitting from the top of her scepter

A few of the ghouls were blasted back but there were at least three that remained, Stella glanced around herself with her eyes, trying to find a way to attack. One of the ghouls found that as an opening and lunged, claws scraping her lower leg. Stella glared and kicked the ghoul off, flinging him against another tree causing him to disappear, ten against one. Together the ghouls all lunged at her and Stella would have fired another light wave had she been prepared but taken by surprise she fell back, the ghouls pinning her to the ground.

Clenching her teeth, she watched as a ghoul ripped her scepter from her fingers and brought it over to the ogre, using it as a cane as it stood next to its master. Stella glared at the move, already feeling the detachment from the scepter as it was flounced into the dark side. The ogre grabbed her scepter, causing the ghoul to topple over, before stepping over it and leaning down into her face. "Not so sunny now, are you?" He growled, and Stella gagged on his terrible breath, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the pungent smell.

In the corner of her eye she saw a girl her age emerge from the forest, her hope soared for a moment before fell flat as she took in the girl's appearance. Long curly red-orange hair with yellowed tips, pale skin and cyan blue eyes. But, that wasn't the problem, it was her outfit that hinted that she was a fairy. She was wearing a blue and white striped crop top with short sleeves and pink hearts on one side along with a blue jean skirt, above the knee socks and dark blue, pink, white, and light blue heeled ankle boots. There was a light blue bunny situated on the rock beside the girl, hopping on after her.

Silently, Stella willed that the girl would leave, see the scene like most fairies and scoff and look away. A part of her didn't want anyone else to get hurt but she also wanted the fairy to help her, but she didn't like being in debt to a fairy. Glancing into the girl's eyes she realized that maybe the girl wasn't knowledgeable of what she was, a magical being. There was confusion there along with determination to help those in need.

"Let her go!" The girl said, eyes narrowed at the ogre as she stood by a nearby rock, halting to a stand-still as she finally surveyed the scene. "Did I just say that?" She asked herself, taking in the ghouls loitering around along with the gigantic ogre hovering over Stella. For a minute their eyes locked, Stella willing that the girl would leave, and the girl unsure and indecisive.

The ogre made an unintelligible noise before rising to his full height and roaring at the girl. The girl gasped in shock, backing up slightly before planting her feet firmly. "Get her!" The ogre ordered the ghouls and Stella almost felt sympathetic before she realized that the ogre meant to fight her, or finish her and the girl before leaving with her scepter. She conjured a blast in her hand before flinging it at the ogre, but the ogre merely captured her blast with his hand, relying on the spell placed on him.

The ghouls lunged at the girl and she put a hand up, "Get back." A red, orange, and somewhat blue sphere surrounded her, blasting three ghouls back and causing two to disappear as they took the brunt of the sphere. "Whoa! Did I just do that?" Her voice was trembling with a mixture of confusion and awe. Stella tilted her head to the side, there weren't many magicals that didn't know they were magical. In her watching the girl she didn't notice that the ogre took full-advantage of her distraction and threw her harshly into the ground.

Stella winced, feeling a bruise form on her back before staggering to her feet. "Seriously. You know it's cowardly to hit someone in the back." Stella growled, launching a yellow sphere at the ogre as the ogre was flung back. She prepared herself to go help the girl, glancing over but the girl had picked up a stick and was flinging off ghouls that tried to get to her and the bunny at her side.

"Hands off Kiko." The girl exclaimed, and Stella pieced together that the Kiko must be the light blue bunny which was currently peering up at his owner in slight awe. Stella turned to the ogre, but his attention was snagged on the girl as he charged towards her. Stella held a hand out, conjuring another orange-colored blast and firing at the ogre but the yellow-colored ogre dodged her spell as if it was a fly.

The ogre picked the girl up, holding her up by the stick the girl was using as a weapon and the girl was left to dangle there. Stella gasped, trying to go help the girl but it was no use, her magic was running low and she could barely conjure another spell, there was nothing she could to help the girl. "Bad move, little girl." The ogre exclaimed, bringing the girl to his face and Stella automatically wrinkled her nose in disgust at the foul breath that the girl must be smelling.

The girl glowed orange, "Let go." She exclaimed as a dragon escaped from her body, disorientating the ogre and causing him to fall back, dropping the scepter. Stella followed the dragon in slight awe at the sudden spike in magical energy. In the process of getting burned by the caliber of the spell, the ogre had dropped the scepter causing it to fall to the ground with a clang.

Hurriedly Stella picked up her scepter gingerly, feeling the missing fragment of her magic rekindle inside of her. "You really pack quite a punch." Stella noted, walking over to the girl, who had been dropped at the same time as the scepter. The girl was on her knees, panting from the drainage that usually came with using such a powerful spell. Luckily, she didn't pass out from magical exhaustion, but Stella could tell that she was on the brink of falling over and closing her eyes.

"Yeah. Who knew?" The girl muttered, more to herself than Stella, which she didn't mind considering the girl had seemed to have had no idea of her magical energy. So, releasing such a powerful spell must have rattled the girl, she knew without a doubt that she would be rattled had she experienced the same thing.

Stella stepped in front of the girl, watching from the corner of her eye as the ogre lay on his back, dumbfounded and breathing heavily. "Hey. Thanks." She smiled warmly at the girl, who glanced up at her, blinking slightly. Stella would have chuckled at the expression on her face and then asked where they were if it wasn't for the ogre suddenly rising to his feet.

"No problem." The girl answered, standing up as she too noticed the ogre rising to his feet. Stella adjusted her body to provide a slight shield for the girl, shifting her scepter slight to absorb as much sunlight as possible. She locked her jaw in place, eyeing the ogre and the ghouls as the remainder of them stood behind him, awaiting his command. Eight against two, well one perhaps considering the girl behind her was an untrained magical, but she saw her with the stick earlier, so maybe she could be a bit of help.

"I'll see you again, witches." The ogre glared at them both before clapping his hands together and disappearing into purple smoke with the remainder of the ghouls. Stella smiled to herself, turning her scepter back into a ring with a brilliant flash of light. She turned back to the girl and they locked eyes for a minute, both slightly unsure what to do next. The girl was an obvious magical, by the power radiating off of her, but she was also clueless of exactly what she was.

Stella sighed in relief, closing her eyes for a minute, before she opened them taking a step forward. She didn't get too far before her eyes closed again and she felt herself fall forward. Stella tried to force her eyes open, but she was already too far into the darkness.

Stella understood she was floating in and out of consciousness, her body flailing weakly. She could pick up small chunks of conversations hovering above her body, but the words sounded sluggish, like the speaker was underwater and gurgling. When she finally was able to focus her senses, she could feel a worn-out couch beneath her, it was oddly comforting, there was a sheet draped over her form and her neck was tilted oddly on a pillow.

For once, the air above her was silent, but she could tell that there were still people there, there was a weight on the armrest of the couch her pillow was leaning against, and there were two forms standing over her. Their forms casting shadows to the otherwise orange hue of the back of her eyelids from the light in the room. Stella sighed slightly as she tried to force her body to wake-up.

Now that she could feel everything, she could feel the soreness of the fight she had been in. Small and healing scratches zig-zagging across her legs, bruises sore on her back, her body felt sore and achy but less sore than it had felt after the magic keeping her awake slowly peeled away. Stella almost moaned in pain but resisted the urge to so to not alert the people of her consciousness. If she could pick up on the conversation occurring, perhaps she could have a better way to explain the magic stuff to them.

Finally, a man spoke, his voice carrying a slight accent. "Bloom, I don't get it. Tell me one more time." He said, his voice carrying a note of frustration along with confusion.

"We were in the park, big scary monsters attacked us, and she fought them off with some kind of magic." The girl that had in a way helped Stella said, her voice a mix of awe. "And so did I." The girl, Bloom, Stella guessed that her name was, finished with even more awe in her voice, there was a note of happiness in her voice but there was also doubt.

"Bloom, that's nuts! I think we should call the police and take this girl to the hospital." The man said again. Stella forced her eyes open, even if a visit to the infirmary in Magix sounded helpful she could not afford to be discovered on whatever planet they were on. If she was, then she would be in serious trouble with the Magix Council for getting discovered by nonmagicals.

The room was a typical homey-styled room, pictures decorated open spaces, a historical T.V. against one cream painted wall, there was an archway leading to what she assumed to be the front door and staircase, and another leading to a kitchen and dining room combo. Stella scanned the room warily before her eyes rested on the people in front of her, there was a blonde man with blue eyes and a lean structure wearing a simple button-up and jeans along with some running shoes.

"No, please don't do that." Stella said, as the two standing in front of her, turned to her, the man had a distrusting expression placid on his face and Bloom was standing across the coffee table, her expression every bit as warm as the magic surging through Stella's veins.

"Her color's better. How do you feel." She turned to spot a woman sitting on the armrest with short medium-brown hair that was fashioned into a bob, somewhat tan skin and warm brown eyes. The woman was wearing a white shirt under light blue overalls along with an apple patterned apron tied around her waist. There was a warmth and caring look in her gaze that made Stella's heart fill with longing.

Her mother never gave her that look. Heck, her mother hadn't even bothered to stop yelling at her father to see her off to Cloud Tower. Yet, a complete stranger was giving her that look. She dismissed those thoughts from her mind, peeling the sheets off her so that she could sit up. "I'm alright. Thanks for helping me." She said, forcing her eyes away and turning to who she assumed was Bloom.

The girl waved a dismissive hand, stepping forward but stopped at the warning look the man sent her. "Oh no problem. You're safe here. These are my parents, I'm Bloom." The girl introduced gesturing towards her the two people before herself. Stella nodded her head, sitting up fully to lean back into the couch, her assumption had been proven correct.

"And what shall we call you dear?" Bloom's mother asked, folding her hands in her lap.

Stella surveyed the three, Bloom and her mother were watching her with interest and a warmth that she rarely found but Bloom's father was still staring at her warily, edging closer to what she assumed was the phone. "My name is Stella, but I'm not from around here. I was wondering, where exactly are we?" She inquired, biting her tongue as she internally debated what she should say.

"We're in Gardenia, California." The man answered, Stella gave him a confused look, what in the Magical Dimension was he talking about. At her confused look, he gave a frustrated sigh and elaborated, "The United States of America." He said, and Stella nodded like she understood, recognizing the name from a study they did on Earth, good thing the teacher kept her awake at that point or the man would really be frustrated.

"So, where exactly are you from Stella?" The woman inquired, cutting the man a sharp look to which he gave a confused look for.

Stella shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I'm from a place really far away from Earth." She chose her words carefully, "Have you heard of the Magic Dimension? I'm from a planet called Solaria there, and the witch of the sun and moon. I was sort of forced here when these ogres and ghouls attacked me while I was portaling to my school." Stella explained, almost wincing at the disbelief that grew on both the man and woman's faces, she probably could have worded that better.

"This girl needs help. She's delirious. I'm calling the police." The man said, walking swiftly to the telephone, now that Stella could identify. She closed her eyes, focusing a bit of her magic and pointed a finger at the phone, opening her eyes to see it had turned into a carrot and cabbage. The man was staring at the carrot in his hand in absolute confusion piled with disbelief before he turned back to her, mouth open.

Stella almost smirked at his expression but feigned nonchalance. "Believe in me now?" She questioned, raising a challenging eyebrow at him. The man said nothing, mouth still gaping like a fish.

"I believe in you, Stella." Bloom said, making Stella turn back to her to see that she had been watching the exchange, a hint of amusement crossing her features, as her lips tilted up in a barely there smirk. Stella tilted her head at Bloom, perhaps the girl could make a pretty good witch, but with a change of less pixie-like clothes.

"Thank you Bloom, but while I was being attacked your daughter showed up out of the woods and helped me to get the ogre and ghouls off my back." Stella explained to Bloom's parents, "I know that nonmagicals have a challenging time seeing magic for the first time but as you've seen, magic does exist, and your daughter possess a lot of magic. If untamed it could prove quite dangerous." She stated, solemnly.

The woman seemed to take her words into stride, "Of course, girls why don't you head upstairs. Mike and I need to discuss what we want to do." The woman said, standing up as she pointed towards the stairs. Stella nodded, standing up and folding the sheet before draping it over the back of the couch and fished a card out of the bag on her back, she handed it to the woman with a smile before following Bloom up the stairs.

Bloom opened the door, leading to a somewhat small room with a bed against one wall with a nightstand next to it along with a desk against the opposite wall containing a bunch of scrambled papers. "Wow I love your room, it's so homey." Stella stated, walking through the door, even with the clothes scattered on the floor along with a few books. She walked over to the desk, there were landscapes along with drawings of shadows and a few fairies. "Did you draw these? Their amazing." Stella asked.

Bloom hummed uncomically and nudged an embarrassing piece of clothing aside with her boot. Stella almost grinned at the embarrassment on the redhead's face before she looked around the room again, there were pictures taped to the wall making it seem much more homelike than Stella's room in Solaria. She never used many knick-knacks since she was little, rather keeping them locked in a drawer where her parents couldn't see them.

"I'm being kind of nosey aren't I. Sorry Bloom." Stella apologized, slightly guilty for invading Bloom's private and personal space.

Bloom snapped her head up, "Oh, don't worry Stella. It's fine." She said, sitting down on the bed with a tired sigh. Stella frowned slightly, stepping over a few books and hesitatingly sitting on the bed beside Bloom, she glanced at Bloom curiously and Bloom smiled slightly, "It's just so hard to believe. I wish I could believe I was a witch." Bloom stated, staring across the room with a slight frown.

Stella frowned even more, "Believe it. But, another thing, you're a magical. Since you haven't decided whether or not you want to be a witch or fairy, you're considered a magical. You have to make a decision before you reach twenty though, so that people can decided what is more appealing to them." Stella explained causing Bloom to nod, only slightly understanding.

"Thanks, Stel." Bloom said gratefully. "I guess I have a lot to learn about the Magical Dimension, it's almost like relearning everything I've been taught about Earth." She sighed, worry seeping through her voice.

Stella nodded, even though she didn't understand, before snapping her fingers as a blue book appeared in the air, floating to her grasp. She handed it to Bloom and Bloom stared at it in slight awe. "It contains everything you need to know about the Magical Universe from the beginning of it to the end. You don't have to read everything, but you need to know how magic works and some of the crucial factors, not so much about the conflicts on the planets. Unless you want to." Stella said.

"Wow." Bloom said, running a hand over the book cover, tracing the gold outlining. "Thanks, Stel." She said, leaning over and throwing her arms around Stella. Stella stiffened but accepted the embrace slightly, patting Bloom's hand. "I think I want to come with you to Cloud Tower." She said, standing up.

Stella stood up as well, "Are you sure, I mean you don't have to."

Bloom nodded, "Yes, I want to." She said determination burning brightly in her eyes. "Anyways when do classes start? And how am I supposed to get into the school." Bloom asked, starting to her closet and pulling out a suitcase and dropping it on the bed.

"Classes start in two days, I was heading over early to get away from home for a bit." Stella didn't elaborate on why she wanted to get away and Bloom seemed to understand that, even though she was confused. "I'm actually going to call Headmistress Griffon, if you can prove to her that you're witchy enough, she'll gladly allow you in." Stella explained, it was a test that most witches had to pass, Stella passed it when she decided to become a witch.

Bloom nodded, "Ok." She looked like she wanted to ask more question but they were both cut off from a thundering sound from downstairs and the sound of Bloom's mother screaming. "Mom, dad." Bloom gasped, pulling the door open and running towards the stairs. Stella quickly followed after her, grabbing Bloom's arm to prevent her from thundering down the stairs.

Stella held a finger up to her lips, shushing Bloom's protest. "Want to practice being a witch? First we have to sneak down the stairs and make a sudden appearance to scare the ogre and ghouls." Stella allowed a slight smirk to curve her lips. Bloom sighed and nodded, smirking slightly as they both crept down the stairs, crouching and peeking through the spindles.

"Now, where are those little witches?" The ogre roared, Bloom's parents were holding each other tightly, Bloom growled, glaring through the spindles at the ogre and troll hovering over her parents. Stella halted in her steps, spotting the troll, she almost gulped. The ogre still had the same number of ghouls, but he now had a troll on his side. This was not looking good at all.

"Looking for me." Stella announced her presence, gesturing for Bloom to do the same even though she was till on the last couple or first couple of steps depending on how you are looking at it. The ogre made an unintelligent noise and swiveled around, the troll copying his movements. "Because I'm right here, you blimp." She said, biting her tongue against the other words she could have used, but she was in the presence of Bloom's parents.

She jumped off the last steps, throwing her ring up and catching the scepter that fell, holding it diagonal across her chest. The ogre growled, "Don't just stand there. Get them!" He pointed a large finger at them, the ghouls started to advance, and the troll followed, footsteps creating dents in the floor. Stella quickly cast another sound barrier, not want the Earthen police to be dragged into the middle of the fray.

Stella leaned back, "Bloom, we're outnumbered. We need to split them up." She gave Bloom a look, nodding to the ghouls. Bloom gave an understanding nod, before jumping in front of the ghouls and getting them to follow her outside. Stella watched her for a minute, making sure she exited before turning back to the ogre and troll still standing there. She locked eyes with Bloom's father and tilted her head to the window.

"Did you call me a blimp?" The ogre growled dumbly, finally realizing what she said and narrowing his eyes at her. Stella rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, watching as Bloom's parents crept out of the window.

"Well if the shoe fits." Stella taunted, swinging her scepter down in an arc and launching a light wave at the troll and ogre. She couldn't take them down on her own, she realized, getting her phone out of her pocket and firing an orange sphere at them both, running further up the stairs. She quickly sent a message to Brandon, hoping beyond hope that he would help her, even though she was a witch now.

The ogre growled, allowing the troll to chase her up the stairs. He grabbed her by her arm and threw her over the banister into the harsh living room floor. Stella groaned, rolling over as she slid her cracked phone into her pocket. She rolled away from the fist aimed at her head, throwing a glowing sphere at them. She forced herself up, feeling her vision fill with spots before narrowing her eyes at the ogre.

"Hectic Light" Stella yelled, using the tip of her scepter and temporarily blinding them both. She watched with faintly disguised amusement as the ogre slammed his fist into the staircase, growling at the sting. She backed into the kitchen, conjuring another sphere into her hand and used it to blast away the troll as he finally overcame the brightness and grabbed her, throwing her through the window.

Stella winced, falling through the glass. "Stella!" Bloom yelled running over, crouching down next to her and surveying her back for any shards of glass. Stella sat up using her upper arms and watched in horror as the blue troll stormed his way through the doorway, using his shoulders to make it wider.

"Don't worry. I've got it all under control, you'll see." Stella said, standing up on shaking legs and leaning against Bloom slightly. Bloom huffed as they both looked up at the towering troll, he growled smirking at them in the way trolls do. Stella moved her body to shield Bloom, but she watched happily as wires tied around the troll's neck. The guys had come. Gratefully, she sagged slightly against Bloom, but if Bloom noticed she didn't say anything.

"You got him!" Timmy explained, holding his blaster, the rest of the boys were beside him and Riven was the one holding the rope around the troll's neck. Stella straightened her spine, spotting Brandon, causing an unfamiliar but at the same time familiar feeling to tingle in Stella's stomach, she internally growled at herself. She was a witch now and Brandon had made his feelings clear when she told him she was going to be a witch.

Yet he still came.

"Now let's take him to jail where he belongs." Sky said, and Stella watched as Bloom's gaze snapped to him and a faint blush rose on her cheeks. She almost facepalmed, she was going to hex Sky if he ever hurt Bloom. She didn't know if they were best friends or not, but she didn't want some Prince stomping on her friend's heart.

"Relax. I've got him completely secure." Riven said, a bored expression on his face and overconfidence in his eyes.

Brandon leaned against his green glowing sword, "I am totally relaxed. It's you you'll need to be worried about." Brandon said, frowning at the last bit of his sentence as the troll threw Riven in between Bloom and Stella. Stella briefly checked on Riven, lying dazed on the ground staring into the night sky. Before she turned back to the troll who was now released from the lasso and growling at the rest of the boys.

"Stay behind me." Sky ordered Timmy, who quickly complied with the order, ducking behind Sky as the troll, finally regaining himself roared and started pounding on the shield separating him from the duo. Stella watched as Sky winced but kept his shield up, trying to protect him and Timmy, slashing blindly at the troll's arms.

Brandon darted to the side in the middle of the fray, his cape flapping in the warm summer air. Stella eyed him, a habit to make sure that he was unscathed, before crossing her arms, crouched beside a woozy Riven along with Bloom. "Sky, hang on!" He said as Sky grunted in response, his strength visibly draining. Brandon nodded staking his sword into the ground, creating a hole behind the troll, he pulled his sword out, shooting Timmy a look.

At the look the orange-haired teen charged up his blaster, firing at the troll from behind Sky, causing the troll, taken aback, to stumble into the hole. The troll's meaty fingers clung to the ground, before he lost his grip and slid down the hole, jumping up and down to try and escape. Stella sagged in relief before realizing that they were surrounded by the remainder of the ghouls.

"Oh no." She muttered, pointing them out to Bloom, who shivered slightly, her hands searching the ground beside her for a stick. Riven, who had been lying there, immediately pushed himself off the ground and winced, his hand running through his spiky locks. Stella watched him, ready to offer some sort of assistance should he need it but she was a witch, not likely the other boys would be ok with her offering anything.

Riven stood up, holding a hand out to them to prevent them from helping him, or, as Stella would analyze later, getting hurt. "Pardon me, ladies! I've got work to do." He grabbed his magenta sword and ran towards the red spindly creatures. The creatures lunged at him at the same time, but he easily stabbed his sword through them, causing them to poof into oblivion with a hiss.

Stella, once again, found herself staring at Brandon, watching him share a hushed conversation with the boys as they kept their eyes trained on the troll, for a moment he glanced up. Brown meeting gold. Before she frowned, remembering his hurtful words, 'I don't want to be around you anymore, you're a witch.' He'd said, leaving her to silently cry on the Red Fountain bench. She glanced away from him, instead watching as a ghoul leapt on Riven back but Riven merely threw him off, wiping blood from his cheek.

At that time, the ogre stormed through the house, his anger evident as he surveyed the scene, a low growl came from his throat announcing his presence. Stella didn't even realize she was beside Bloom, both throwing their hands up and blasting him back with a spell that Stella muttered under her breath. "And that's how you take down an ogre." She smiled at Bloom, as Bloom stared at her shaking hands, still glowing from magic.

"Wow! I really can do it."

Stella nodded, "Totally, told you so." She felt her smile slip away as she watched the ogre stand to his feet, his expression dark before he realized that he was surrounded by the group. He growled, muttering a string of swear words under his breath before he clapped his hands together, disappearing in purple smoke, taking the four remaining ghouls with him. "Finally, the next time I see him, he won't know what hit him." Stella said, putting the ring of Solaria back on her finger.

The boys walked over to each other, still eyeing the ogre. Stella frowned to herself, knowing that Bloom was still staring at the blonde prince. She subtly nudged her somewhat-friend and gave her a glance along with a smirk, to which Bloom blushed but scowled anyways. Her parents emerged from the broken doorway, staring dubiously at the state of their yard, Stella snapped her fingers as the grass cleaned itself other than the hole containing the troll.

She nodded her head towards the Specialist before walking over to them, going around the crater. "Bloom, allow me to introduce you to the boys." She said, crossing her arms, "Riven." Riven only grunted in response, surveying Bloom for a minute before looking off into the distance again, an ever-present scowl on his face. "Brandon" The name rolled off her tongue.

"Hey." Brandon greeted, winking at Bloom, his sword planted into the ground, Stella quirked an eyebrow, locking eyes with him for a minute before looking away.

"Timmy."

"Hi." Timmy said, waving shyly, his blaster still in his hand. Bloom smiled slightly, but her expression was still cold.

"And Prince Sky." Stella gestured to him, Bloom followed her gaze, frowning slightly at the title as she realized that he was indeed a prince.

"Hello." Sky's sword disappeared into the hilt, he pocketed it, waving at Bloom before winking slightly. A blush crept up Bloom's neck, but she just crossed her arms, turning towards her parents. Stella saw Sky frown slightly before his focus went back to the troll, who had finally managed to claw his way up and peak his head out from the crevice in the ground. Timmy shook his head, getting out a neck handcuff that electrocuted the troll, forcing him into the air at Timmy's will.

"Well I guess that's it." Riven said, still scowling as he opened a portal using one of Red Fountain's many devices, a light blue portal opened. The boys all waved goodbye to Bloom, blatantly ignoring Stella. Stella frowned but turned back towards Bloom's parents who were staring in horror at the crevice in the ground that the troll previously occupied. Stella sighed, snapping her fingers as the hole disappeared, boys would always leave destruction in their wake.

Bloom's mother ran a tired hand down her face, "Everyone, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we will talk about your options Bloom." She sighed, turning back to their falling apart house. Stella frowned at what the troll had done to the house, snapping her fingers to repair the door, placing it back on the hinges and fixing the doorway, the cracks disappearing. "Thank you, Stella." Bloom's mother smiled weakly before walking back through the door.

"But Vanessa-" Bloom's father said as Vanessa turned back to him, giving him a look, holding a silent conversation, before he sighed, relenting. "Goodnight sweetheart. Night Stella." He forced a smile before following his wife into the house. Stella shared a glance with Bloom before they both walked into the house.

"Bloom, let's fix things up. Shall we?" Stella asked. Bloom nodded with a small smile as they stopped in the living room, which had endured the most damage with craters and shattered flooring and furniture. "Think about the way the room used to look and then snap your fingers." Stella instructed, giving a demonstration of patching up the crater in the floor, fixing the tile. "Imagine the cracks in the coffee table slowly fixing, reconnecting."

Bloom sighed, closing her eyes, before she snapped her fingers and both the couch, and the coffee table straightened up, pictures going back onto the dresser as it fixed itself, drawers closing along with cabinets. "Wow. I can't believe I did that." Bloom said, opening her eyes and surveying what she had fixed. "I'll fix the rest of the furniture; can you fix the wall and TV?" Bloom asked.

"Sure." Stella shrugged, snapping her fingers and watching as the wall flew back up, patching up and painted over. Bloom closed her eyes again and snapped her fingers, the rest of the furniture fixing and moving to their spot. Stella smiled to herself, before she snapped her fingers again and the crack in the TV disappeared. She glanced at a nearby picture, frowning at the significant difference between Bloom and her parents.

"Something wrong?"

Stella sighed, choosing her words carefully, "I didn't want to say anything, but you don't really look a lot like your parents, and with your magic and everything. It's just, I don't know, strange." She slightly rambled, rubbing her neck as they climbed the stairs. Bloom stopped at a closet, pulling out an air mattress, a sheet, and two blankets along with two pillows. She didn't say anything for a bit, even as they blew up the air mattress and made the makeshift bed.

"I'm adopted." Bloom finally said, glancing up. "When I was younger, I noticed definite differences between me and my parents, so I kept asking them. It wasn't until I got a blood test, that they sat me down and explained how they found me. I was found in a burning building, which I guess is my magic source since it went out when I felt comfortable with Mike." She said, laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Stella sighed as well, laying on the semi-comfortable bed. "I'm sorry for making you explain." She finally said, breaking the silence, she sat up suddenly, snapping her fingers as one of her back-packs that she had transported to Cloud Tower appeared. "You know, if you want to see them, we can scry." She offered, holding the bookbag up. Bloom sat up, her expression curious and determined.

"We could? What is scrying?" She asked, her tone doubtful but the desire to see what her parents looked like a war in her mind.

Stella nodded, "Scrying is basically a way witches can look into the past, present, and sometimes future. We can scry using fire, water, or stones. Fire is more untamable. Water is easy but slightly slippery. And Stones only show you what they want you to see." She explained, "I usually use fire due to my power source, and I have a feeling you could to. If you're up for it." Stella offered.

Bloom nodded and together they moved some things aside, making room for their circle. Stella showed her where to put the bowls of the different elements, helping her to light the candle signifying fire with her mind, before the sprinkled some white stardust onto the ground, drawing two circles and leaving them open for them to enter the circle. Stella placed a candle in the center of the inner circle, drawing runes of protection, light magic, and vision around the room.

"Now we enter the circle. And I will close the circle." Stella instructed as Bloom entered, sitting opposite of the entrance as Stella sprinkled the stardust on top of it, closing the circle. She sat cross legged and Bloom mirrored her actions, "Close your eyes and imagine your magic, flowing through your veins, circling around you in protection, lighting a pathway." Stella instructed, watching Bloom close her eyes and doing the same.

She began to mutter an incantation under her breath, blessing their circle, providing them protection from dark magic, and allowing them to see all they wish. Together they leaned their heads together and stared down at the not-yet-burning wax of the candle. Bloom closed her eyes, and the candle lit up as they watched a mirror form inside of the fire. Scrying came as second-nature to Bloom, Stella realized, as they saw blurry figures holding a child, a portal forming, destruction, death.

A few seconds later they leaned back, Bloom had fat tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh Bloom, the fire is the most uncontrollable. That might not be all that happened to your home, there might be more. We didn't see anyone who looked like you, so maybe your parents are out there." Stella said in the most reassuring way she knew how. Bloom leaned forwards, blowing out the candle before crying into Stella's shoulder.

Stella held her as she cried until they destroyed the circle, cleaning everything up before placing Stella's bag into a corner before they both crawled into bed. Not a word filling the silence. Stella stared at the legs of the desk, before she felt herself slip away.

"So, how is the currency in Magix going to work?" Bloom asked the next day, glancing at a pair of ripped black skinny jeans before slinging them over her arm. Stella had never been shopping on earth before, the stores were unfamiliar but the nonmagicals didn't act much differently, other than the energy pouring off them. They had woken up that morning, ate some breakfast before Bloom decided, on her own, that she wanted to find new clothes to fit in as a witch.

So now they were in one of the stores at the Gardenia mall, holding coffee in paper cups and strolling through a store called Hollister. Stella picked up a black lacey crop top, observing it before holding it out to Bloom, Bloom surveyed it before shaking her head and Stella put it back on the rack. "I believe one earthen dollar should translate to one Magix gem." Stella tapped her chin thoughtfully, shrugging. "We can check once we get there." She shrugged her shoulders.

Bloom nodded, grabbing a halter dark blue crop top with no sleeves and putting it in her growing pile of clothes. She already had a few bags on one arm, some of the other clothes they had found. Stella didn't like that her clothes were only limited to blue, she had made a mission to find something other than blue for Bloom. She grabbed a dark purple crop top with some lace hanging from it and showed it to Bloom, who shrugged before accepting.

"So, we've got blue, purple, and red as your colors. How about we try green? Or maybe orange? Yellow would make your skin appear a little sunken and pink is too girly." Stella suggested, picking out a belly-shirt with a decorated skull on it and showing it to Bloom. Bloom hesitated slightly before shaking her head and instead grabbing a belly shirt with a dark blue background and a black rose in the middle with a decorated circle around it filled with skulls, dead roses, and leaves. "I like that one. Go get dressed. I'm going to look around." Stella said.

She glanced around the store, finding a few things she liked, black ripped skinny jeans for Bloom. Bloom appeared a little bit later, carrying a few of the clothes she liked and placing the other ones on a rack next to the dressing rooms. "Let's stop for lunch." Bloom suggested, paying for her clothes along with the black skinny jeans Stella found before they exited the store. They walked to the food court, getting some food on Bloom before sitting down.

"I was thinking that maybe today would be a good day to make a visit to Headmistress Griffon." Stella said, taking a sip from her chocolate milkshake. "After you get dressed in your new clothes." She added, imagining Griffon's green face after seeing Bloom in her regular outfit, she would probably send Bloom right over to Alfea without even blinking an eyeball.

Bloom smiled nervously, "Yeah sure. Sounds great." She said, "So, what is the test like?" She asked.

Stella tapped her chin thoughtfully, "It's different for everyone witch, we're not as all bad as we're made out to be, but we basically test whether we can perform spells and hexes, using glamours and having a darker and sometimes realistic outlook." She explained, "Bloom, if you seriously don't want to do this, we can return the clothes and I can drop you off at Alfea after talking to Faragonda before going to Cloud Tower. It's no problem."

Bloom rolled her eyes, "I know. I seriously want to become a witch, I mean I have been planning on renewing my wardrobe anyways. So, would you stop telling me I can become a pixie." She said, annoyed.

Stella smirked, "Never thought you'd say pixie. But, hey, I'm all for it. Speaking of witchy things, how about we do a little prank on someone you don't like." She suggested, and Bloom smirked in response, explaining how a girl named Mitzi, who names their child that, had been bullying Bloom forever. "Alright so when we go to your house today, we should pay her a little hexing visit." She waved her fingers in the air, yellow sparks shooting from her nails.

"Perfect." Bloom smirked, "I saw one more outfit I have my eye on, so I'll be right back. Just to prove how witchy I can be." She said, before leaving, "I'll trust you with my things." She said, shooting Stella a challenging look. Stella glanced back down at her milkshake, she liked that Bloom could be witchy too, the girl definitely needed a new wardrobe to get her outside of her bubble.

For a minute, though, she wondered if it was all an act.

The rest of the day came and went, they pranked Mitzi by practically destroying her new scooter before going to Cloud Tower and getting Bloom enrolled, which Griffon allowed with a few words. Stella waited, slightly impatient, in the newly cleaned living room of Bloom's home, waiting for her to say goodbye to her parents who had come with them yesterday to see the school and meet Headmistress Griffon.

Finally, they gave the ok with a few convincing words and now they were all leaving, including Kiko, who had practically jumped into Bloom's suitcase. "Are you ready, Bloom?" She asked, as Bloom finally made it down the stairs. Bloom nodded, checking her suitcase and bag behind her, the help of a miniaturizing spell minimizing it to just the two things. She slid her gaze over to Mike and Vanessa who were holding each other as they watched Bloom with sad eyes. "Don't worry Mr. and Mrs. Peters Bloom's in good hands." Stella said.

Mike nodded, giving her a begrudging smile, as she nodded back. She threw her ring up, catching the scepter and feeling the familiar metal in her hands, warm with energy. She conjured a portal. "Bye mom, bye dad. I'll see you soon." Bloom kissed her father's cheek before walking towards the portal, stopping just in front of it. They shared a glance before walking through the portal, off to the start of their new lives at Cloud Tower.

I know the ending may seem a bit rushed, but I wanted to end this chapter soon and get it out before tomorrow. Plus, if I added the extra scene this will turn extremely long, not that it isn't long already. So, I hoped all of you liked it, including those of you who don't like the Nick version. Bye and let me know if you want this story to continue, I'll probably continue it anyways, I'm like that. But those comments will give me a major boost.