A/N: Hello, everyone. This is the story of Flora and Helia's romance from Helia's point of view. It will be mostly canon, with a little bit of extra stuff added in here and there. I also happen to be slow at updating, but I will finish this story. Happy Reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club or any of its related productions.

The brush moved swiftly over the paper. A myriad of thoughts, memories erupted in fragments in his mind.

"You're my best…"

"You can't just leave…"

"Redfountain will never have another student like you…"

"You cannot stray from your path because of one incident, however big or small it may be…"

To all of them, Helia had given only one reply.

"I have received my Calling. I must go."

He thought of their outraged faces, the disappointment in his father's eyes, but he was firm in his resolve. Art School. He had never met anyone who approved of his transfer from Redfountain, especially after they heard that he was the best specialist in the Academy. Except her.

"The way you have made these strokes is awesome. It really brings out the liveliness of the subject."

He had been pleasantly surprised. The jade eyes had looked at his painting of the doves with a fervour that could possibly match his own; here was someone who understood Art.

"No one has seen all this on paper before."

He had smiled. His first real, genuine smile in about two years. The fairy had blushed then.

"And this is Flora," Brandon had continued.

Flora. The name felt sweet on his tongue, as if he was meant to say it over and over again…

Just as he was thinking this, the specialist squad bid him goodbye and went away. He could not understand the little twinge of sadness that struck him when the green-eyed brunette left with them. The doves had flown away. He sighed and closed his book. He would paint again only when the doves, and the fairy, returned.

He thought of the blankets of gloom that had settled over him after his transfer. For a while, his paintings were all in dark shades – blue, navy, and black. His teachers had admired his potential and had asked him to paint them a sunrise. Using red for the first time had been excruciating. The scene he would never forget in all his life – slashes of red over the battlefield – swam forever in front of his eyes. The sunrise had been redder than he had intended it to be. It looked like an angry sun, ready to burn everything in its path. His teachers had loved it though, and he had gone on to use brighter colours. He remembered the first time he had drawn her portrait.

A pencil in hand, he had spotted her again, walking with the blonde fairy – Stella. She was smiling. He had been inspired then and there, and the pencil had moved of its own accord. It was a simple sketch, but it was a portrait nevertheless.

That was when he had heard the blast. Looking upwards, he had seen the huge monster snapping at the specialists. He had seen Codatorta run past, calling to the fairies to come and help. So she was a fighter, he had mused. He had not missed the half-hopeful glance his former teacher had thrown at him, but he had shaken his head. He had pledged not fight anymore, and he was going to stay true to himself. Codatorta had sighed, but another blast had made him hurry. The fairies had gone, Helia noticed.

He had calmly continued with his sketching.

The blasts had continued and after a while, he had begun to wonder why the best squad in the Academy could not handle a single monster. Out of pure curiosity, he had risen from his seat and gone over to look.

His first view was of the redhead – Bloom – who was trying to attack the monster head on. Then he had spotted Riven, trying to attack, too. Timmy had been concentrating hard, and Helia had admired his tactics. This monster needed careful strategy, not brute strength, as the fighters were trying to use. He had smiled at their foolishness. Hadn't Codatorta taught them to disable an enemy? He could have helped if he had wanted to, but he hadn't. Until he saw the monster about to eat the brunette.

Nothing had occurred to Helia then, except saving her one way or the other. His laser string glove was the only thing he had found in his pocket and he had put it on. He was glad his grandfather had told him to keep it with him, for it was the best gear to disable.

The strings had shot out and had pulled the monster back.

He had seen the fairy open her beautiful eyes and look in his direction. So she had accepted the oncoming of death, he had thought. He wondered at the baffled expression in her eyes; it seemed that she used it often, for it fitted her features very well.

"Are you hurt?" he had heard himself asking.

"N-No," she had stammered and he had felt satisfied enough to let go.

He had turned and walked away then, ignoring the cries of surprise the specialists had uttered when he had released his hold. He had heard them doubt if his glove was not strong enough to hold the monster for a longer time, but he had brushed it off. The rumours that had surrounded him when he had transferred were enough to last him a lifetime. He felt another twinge, this time a stab of fear, as he wondered if the brunette had heard them. He didn't want her to think he had been thrown out of Redfountain…

The brush paused as Helia smiled at his naivety. He should have known that Flora wouldn't believe in rumours.

He had known later, when he had heard her murmuring to her pixie…

"Personally, Chatta, I don't think he's like that. Whatever Timmy says, I don't believe he was expelled. Not after what he did to save me. Do you think he did that only for me? No one does things for me."

He had felt an inexplicable desire to make her aware of his attentions. He had folded his sketch of her, and had made it fly to her. The way she had looked at it, the way she had blushed had given him unexplainable peace of mind.

He got up and went into the room. The application Saladin had given him lay on the table. Somehow, his grandfather had known, that Helia would return, that he would never be able to bid Refountain goodbye. He filled out the form and walked briskly down to the Headmaster's study.

"Yes, come in," came an old voice.

"Grandpa," he had said, placing the sealed envelope on the table. "I'm coming back."

Bafore Saladin could utter a word, whether of surprise or compliment, Helia had already left the room. A certain green-eyed fairy had made him break one of the promises he had made to himself.

Inspiration came to him again and he returned to his temporary quarters.

Walking down a lonely road, the raindrops seem to…

A/N: Thank you for reading, everyone. I'm sorry if the dialogue is a little out of sync, because you see, Winx Club wasn't aired in English in my country and I'm trying to translate as best as I can. I'll be going mostly by canon, though.

All reviews welcome.