Icy was more than thankful for her immunity to cold temperatures as she took in the frozen palace she was in, the floor covered in a layer of ice and snow, the furniture broken, a crystal chandelier in the centre of the large room, the metal bent at awkward angles, the crystals long since shattered, the bed coated in black mould, the stench filling the air.

"Why are we here again?" Darcy asked, rubbing her arms in a desperate attempt to keep warm.

"This is my home." Bloom answered, still naked, looking about the room with a forlorn expression. "Or it was two thousand years ago." She stroked an old wardrobe, the wood hidden beneath a thick layer of ice.

"Your home?" Icy asked, taking a hesitant step forward.

"The planet Domino." Bloom answered.

"Domino?" Stormy muttered, straining her memory for where she had heard the name, barley recalling it been mentioned in her history class, something to do with the war and cleansing but the texts focused so much on the Guardians and their fight that the planet had only been briefly mentioned.

"Yes…" Icy frowned at Bloom's suddenly soft, almost vulnerable tone. "I was born here…raised and groomed to take the throne…this used to be my room…" She looked round, seeming to not see the room, her eyes glazing over and becoming soft.

Flashback…

A young girl with fiery curled hair washing over her shoulder, dressed in a very poufy pink dress, a small silver tiara on her head was dancing round a rather extravagant room, high pink walls, a divine antique chandelier in the centre of the ceiling, the metal coated in gold, giant crystals gleaming in the light. A large pink wardrobe rested against the wall, beautiful carvings of the great dragon upon it, a four poster queen sized bed resting by the window, red velvet curtains around it.

A dark skinned girl stood by the wardrobe, sixteen years of age, wearing transparent pale blue pants that left her teal thong clearly visible with a matching bra squeezing her breasts so that they popped up. She was smiling as she watched the girl dance about the room, lifting her gown as she pranced about giggling at the full body mirror.

"So pretty." Bloom giggled.

"Yes it is princess, are you looking forward to your party?" The girl asked, amused by the childish nature of the princess.

"Yes!" Bloom squealed, already imagining what her first birthday ball was going to be like, she had finally pestered her mother into letting her have one – though she did mention something about mixing it into a ball to honour the Great Dragon.

End Flashback…

Bloom's shoulders fell as she forced back the memory of her sixth birthday. It was so many life time's ago and yet it came back so easily, she closed her eyes, unable to stop a tear escaping each of her eyes, she wiped them away before the witches could see her.

"Bloom…" Icy asked hesitantly.

"Is she ever going to put some clothes on?" Stormy whispered to Darcy, unaware of Bloom's rather incredible hearing.

Bloom paid neither any mind and stepped forward, thrusting her hands into the air, her hands glowing with a warm, orange energy.

"Hoc loco restituere in pristinum decus, in locum nativitatis meae, ut det animam meam ut non restituet (1)."

The energy began to pulsate and flood into the room, then into the walls, the floor and the ceiling, going beyond and reaching down into the planets core itself. The ice began to melt, the mould shrinking away, the chandelier lifted back to the ceiling, the rust shrinking away as gold began to emerge and spread over it, shards of crystal forming from dust and coming together to reform the grand structure. The wardrobe's intricate carvings of the Great Dragon became visible and the bed returned to the regal state it had possessed all those years ago.

Within seconds the room was restored and Bloom's hands dimmed. They fell to her sides and she glanced back at the witches, each staring around in a state of awe.

"How did you do that?" Icy asked, still admiring the room.

"My life force kept Magix alive for two millennia, while my magic powered the guardians and kept them alive, do you truly think this is beyond me?"

The girl's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

'Just a shame I can't restore the dead…my sister…' She banished her thoughts again; she'd already had long enough to dwell on them.

"While that was impressive…now what?" Darcy asked, turning her gaze on Bloom with cold eyes.

"Now we find out what happened to the other originals, then we release them and kill their jailers." Bloom answered, her eyes flashing red briefly.

A/N Small chapter but at least it's something, let me know what you think and please review.

1) Restore this place to its former glory, the place of my birth; I give of my life to restore it.