This story happens in the third season. Baltor has been defeated a first time, and the Trix have abandoned him and were captured. This story takes place just after Faragonda and Bloom talked.

Seems like Bloom is putting the pieces together, one by one.

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It was crazy.

Insane.

Or totally mad.

But she didn't care. In this moment, she stopped caring.

She hated the Trix because they wanted power, and would stop at nothing to have it. Even fighting against each other. And honestly, she couldn't understand that. Weren't they stronger as a team ? Weren't they some kind of sisters ? It seemed they were linked by a very sick bond.

She hated Lord Darkar because he was just like the three witches : power-hungry, and wanted to sit on the throne of the Magical Dimension, only for the satisfaction of knowing he beat everyone in this universe.

She hated Baltor because, whatever it was, he had something to do with the death of her parents, and her planet being destroyed. And he wanted to reign over all the realms.

But there was something that she couldn't hate them for. Something that she actually quite liked about them : they were honest about what they wanted. Sometimes too much, when they would speak instead of trying to fight, but alas, they never tried to manipulate her into doing things. They would force her, just like Lord Darkar had, but never manipulate her and her friends into causing damages and making them do some things they would regret.

It was something she had never thought about actually. In her mind, it was always how it was supposed to be. It seemed that no bad guys, or girls, from the Magical Dimension thought about using her. But were they really bad people ?

She knew they were, but at this moment, where she sat on her bed, her head pressed into her hands, she couldn't stop the question from entering her mind. What if ?

She heard some fireworks in the distance, and the colors reflected on the walls of her room. They were all celebrating. But she knew they shouldn't. He was still out there, still alive.

She didn't know why she took this decision.

The overwhelming feelings ? The doubts that crept in about Faragonda ? Or the fact that no one was there to see her go ?

It was not something she would dwell on.

Instead, she decided to get up from her bed, and in a second she had teleported away. Where she felt Baltor the most.

It mildly surprised her to arrive in Andros. After all, it was where it all began.

She could feel him. He wasn't as strong as he was this morning, but that didn't mean he was weak.

Shaking from what she thought was adrenaline, or anger, Bloom stepped into a labyrinth of his own design. Every path she took looked like the precedent. She wouldn't be able to make it back without magic.

All she concentrated on was the feeling she got from his part of the dragon flame. It was the only thing that could lead her to him. And it felt like an eternity.

But finally she got to him.

The sudden light blinded her, but then she looked at the place she was in : it was big, and covered in ice. And, in the middle of what she decided to call a room, she saw him, on the ground. She heard his shaky breaths. She saw the blood around him. But what shocked her the most was that he was shivering.

Even when she was sick, Bloom would never be cold. It never happened to her.

She got closer, and cast a spell to reveal any space manipulation. When it didn't, she realized it was really Baltor she saw. It was really him. No lies this time. Or so it seemed.

So she got close to him, but he didn't wake up.

She called out his name, but he didn't react.

The first thing she decided to do was to cast a warming spell on him. The second was to get the bruises clean. And then she waited.

It didn't take long for him to understand something was wrong, and that suddenly feeling better wasn't normal.

He opened his eyes, and she saw the weakness inside them. Which quickly turned to anger when he realized who was standing in front of him.

But he masked it pretty well behind a smirk, and he slowly sat up, looking up to seal her gaze in his. He knew there was more to their connection than just the feeling of one another. He knew he had an effect on her, whatever it was.

"So you now take pity on your enemies ? That won't get you far," he drawled out.

She simply shrugged. "I'm not,' she simply answered. "I needed you to wake up, we need to talk," she announced.

His eyes widened a bit, obviously surprised. "What do you want to know ? How I really killed your parents ?"

"Someone revealed to me that you didn't. My parents aren't dead," she said.

He tensed, and his smirk fell off his face. The only thing he could blackmail her with was her parents' situation, or their death. Now she knew he wasn't even there when they lost their battle. He eyed her warily.

"Well," he sighed, tired, "what could you possibly want to know ? Maybe how I participated in the destruction of your home ?"

The dismissing gesture Bloom made with her hand was enough to confuse him. All she cared about was her parents and her planet. It was the only thing linking them. The only thing he could've had answers to.

"No. And it's not destroyed, it's just covered in snow and ice."

"It's just as if it had been."

She seemed to disagree when those words escaped his mouth before he could think about them. But, just as she did before, she didn't mind them. "I'm here for something else."

A feeling of dread filled him. Maybe she just came here to finish her work, and he would be too weak to stop her. At least, he wouldn't be publicly humiliated, again. But there was no way she'd let him get out of a fight alive.

"Well then, what is it ?"

She looked at him for some time, before she decided to sit in front of him.

It surprised him. He had almost reached out to his magic, prepared to protect himself from an attack.

"I want to know why Griffin decided to leave you for the Company of Light."

For sure, he didn't expect this question. His eyes narrowed.

"Why, so you can rejoice in knowing I was defeated by someone I used to know ?" he sneered.

She lifted one of her eyebrows up, and shook her head.

"No. I just want to know why she chose to side with her enemies all of a sudden."

He laid back, and stared at her. For a second, he thought about lying to her. After all, Griffin would probably never accept to talk about her past, especially the time when she was working for the Ancestral Witches, at his side. She would never know.

But he was tired. She would probably see right through him, and a fight wasn't what he wanted. So he sighed while she stared at him, studying his every move.

"I don't know what made her change side, or how the Company even trusted her enough to let her join them. All I know is that, one day, she told me she was going, and that I could join her," he started. She didn't seem eager to interrupt her, so he continued. "Of course, I couldn't. I was tied to the Witches. I was and am, and always will be their puppet. Any order of them, and I shall execute it without giving it a thought… but she didn't have to. So she went away, seeing how wrong what she did was, I suppose."

He coughed, and she conjured a water bottle for him.

"Something you don't."

He gave a bitter laugh, throwing the bottle away when he finished drinking. "Oh I do. But what am I to do, Bloom, when I cannot resist their orders ? Think about every bad thing I ever did and tell myself I'm a really bad person ? No, I'm not like that. I decided that I liked seeing people hurting. I decided I like it when they scream, and beg for mercy. I decided that I like being the bad guy."

She wasn't surprised, but hearing him say those things wasn't easy. The predator eyes he now had put her on her guard. It wasn't human anymore : she could see his demon side, the one he desperately tried to hide from everyone.

"But do you truly like it ?" She asked.

He smirked. "What if I do ? Will you kill me for it ?" He saw her open her mouth to answer, but decided not to let her. "And what if I don't ? What if I hate what I did ? Will it erase any of my actions ?"

Again, she opened her mouth to answer, but this time couldn't come up with anything, so she lamely shut her mouth, under the amused gaze of Baltor.

"Now that I answered your question, I would like you to answer one of mine."

She shrugged. "Okay, what is it ?"

"Why does Griffin's past intrigues you ?"

She looked up and thought about it.

"I don't know who to trust anymore. Your point of view seemed as good as any."

He laughed. "What ? You mean to tell me the Princess of Sparx, leader of the Winx Club, most powerful fairy in the Magical Dimension, has troubles finding who she can trust ?"

"Yes, I do," she answered, which only made him laugh harder.

"That is too good ! And what made you think that ? Did blondie look at another fairy ? Or maybe it was a witch ? Griffin ? Is that-"

"Please !" She interrupted him, while suddenly getting up. "It's nothing like that. I just… realized some things."

She decided to be vague on purpose. She hadn't decided if she could trust him with her thoughts. Not that anyone she knew would believe him, but she didn't want rumors to start spreading.

"Exactly, no one will ever know. Now, what is it ?"

She hated it when he looked into her thoughts. She'd supposed he could, but he'd never acknowledged it. Although it seemed to be hard, if his hard breathing was anything to go by.

"Don't go in my head," she said, while putting her right hand on her hip, looking bossy as possible. He only offered an innocent smile, while putting his hands in the air. She only sighed and turned her back to him to gather her thoughts.

"Just because there's the word "Light" in Company of Light, doesn't mean all the people part of it were good, even if they're considered as heroes now. It just means they wanted the Ancestral Witches gone, for whatever reasons they had," he said, his tone serious now.

She turned around, and looked at him, her interest in him rising.

"Yet, I haven't heard any story telling how bad one of those heroes was," she said, crossing her arms.

"Heroes…" He paused and thought about that. "Do you think they were considered as such after their fiasco on Sparx ?" He asked, cocking his head on his right side.

"I don't know, you were the one calling them like that. Although, I'll admit it doesn't add up," she said.

"Exactly. Why would they be considered heroes after an entire planet was destroyed ?" He asked again, like he was trying to make her understand something. She hated riddles.

Bloom decided that sitting down in front of him was better than pacing back and forth. "Well then, explain."

"Sparx was respected, and adored. You've never really seen it… but it was the most beautiful place in our galaxy," he started, seeing in the eyes of the red head that she started to understand.

"They were envied ?"

"Oh, much more than that !" He immediately answered. "Your parents were at the top of everything. The country was at the top in almost everything. Your people were the richest. Rumors started spreading that the Queen Marion was pregnant with another girl. And knowing the first one was powerful only made people outside your Kingdom scared. And it had been this way for centuries. Your Kingdom was at peace because it was respected, or feared."

It felt like she'd been hit in her stomach.

"But… why would… Griffin, Faragonda… Why would they betray Sparx ? They were led by my parents !"

He looked at her a second before answering.

"I don't know what their personal reasons were. The only thing I could guess was that Griffin must've been given an ultimatum for all her committed crimes and forced to join your parents' side. I'm not sure it was her choice to fight the Ancestresses. As for your mentor… I never had the pleasure to know her personally. Nor did I had a real chance to talk with the others."

Bloom put her head in her hands, while Baltor decided it was time for him to lay back on the ground.

"I think… she wanted something out of this," she finally said.

"I don't know what she would've wanted. As far as I know, she never wanted to see me, or the Witches ever again," he answered, closing his eyes.

"I'm not talking about Griffin !" She said, her frustration palpable. "I'm talking about Faragonda."

He looked up to look at her face. Somewhat, he expected her to be kidding.

"Why doubt her ?" He simply inquired.

"She… I feel like her puppet. I feel like I'm everyone's puppet."

He narrowed his eyes.

"You seemed to go after me of your own will," he said, his tone harsher as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I know !" She said. Baltor just watched as the ice around her started melting. "But… without Faragonda, we would've never known about Enchantix. Or at least as soon as we did. The same for our Charmix. But she told us anyway. Us, seventeen to eighteen years old girls. She told us and never stopped us from going to fight a battle where we could've easily died !"

The anger he could feel surprised him. He didn't really know what betrayal was, mostly because he never trusted anyone enough to be surprised when they did betray him. But it seemed Bloom had not done the same.

"I also discovered she took out all the books about my sister that were in Alfea's librairy just after I did some research on her. She never tried to understand the curse Darkar put on me, and never inquired about it. And she didn't think it was good to warn me about you ! It's like she was…" but she trailed off, and bit her lower lip. Obviously she did not want to share this last thought with him.

"I don't know and can't help you understand the actions your mentor or any member of the Company of Light has done. But what I do know, is that going to your enemy, who has lied to you many times before, isn't something you would usually do. So why ?"

She pondered about it for a second.

"Because you're honest, in your own way. I know you are my enemy, and I know I shouldn't trust you. Therefor, I know I should doubt what comes out of your mouth. But how would I know if I'm supposed to doubt Ms. Faragonda's words ?"

Baltor looked at her, and seemed to think.

"So you think the old fairy hides something from you ?"

"I'm not sure, but her actions, ever since I entered her school were… suspicious, to say the least."

He nodded.

"I'll make you a deal," he said.

She sighed and got up.

"No, listen to me ! This time, I won't cheat !" He said, desperate.

She looked at him, and prepared a spell just in case he wanted to try her.

"I'll help you figure out if your mentor really is using you… no, if any member of the Company of Light has been using you." He talked fast, and it was a bit messy. The mask this demon had worn their entire meeting was melting, and in his place stood a scared man, who seemed to prefer to live rather than keeping his old grudge against her and her family. Who would go against this Ancestral Witches so she wouldn't end his life.

"And what do you want in return ?" She asked, knowing he wouldn't do something so selfless, especially for her.

"You keep me alive. I'll find work in a place far away, and never bother you again. But if someone recognizes me, I want to be assured you'll come to my rescue."

To say she was shocked was not enough. It was not something she'd seen coming.

She had wondered if she would kill him or not at the end of their talk, and told herself it depended about how the talk went. Maybe she would've let him live some more few days, before he tried to attack or steal anything else. But this… was not something she expected. And she didn't welcome the new responsibility either.

"So you'll stop stealing ? Killing ? Or controlling people ?" She asked.

"Yes," he sneered. "I will be a good little boy, just like your blondie. Will it be enough, Princess ?"

She looked at him, and sighed.

"You already know the answer," she said as she watched a smirk grow on his face. "But the moment you do something wrong, something really bad intentionally, being back in Omega will be the least of your problems."

"I didn't expect anything else," he answered in all honesty.

I know Baltor lied to Bloom countless times before, but he was always honest about his intentions : he was a power-hungry maniac, who saw Bloom as a tool. By his side, she would've been very useful and he would've never lost. But, when she refused to join his side, he decided to destroy her, or make her suffer. He never lied about being a good guy wrongfully accused, or denied his actions (even if he twisted the events to make Bloom suffer).

In this story, Bloom blames the fact that Ms. Faragonda knew about her heritage, but never quite told her. She never told her the whole story. And, as wise and nice as she seems, I can't help but see her as some kind of grandma who lacks empathy towards the Winx, and only show them things when they need them. I mean, why isn't there anyone else trying to stop the bad guys ? Why is it always the Winx, 16 years old girls, dealing with this ? I can understand for the Trix, it was pretty much Cloud Tower vs Alfea… But Lord Darkar ? Baltor ? People were able to put the guy in the Omega dimension once so…

Anyway, she's nice in the series so I like her in it, but I think that, if it was a little bit more real… she would've been some psychopath (which does not mean she would kill, she would just lack feelings and empathy for others, seeing herself as superior to everyone).

Hope you enjoyed it. I dunno where the rest will lead but… well. We shall see.