It was the time of Baltor and all Winx had got there enchantix, but the final battle didn't seem to come. What was he waiting for? He had dumped the Trix (seems familiar…) and was now somewhere hyding. No one knew where he was or what he was planning.
The Winx were training as they always did since they all got there enchantix. With each day they got stronger and stronger and still nothing happened.
It was evening and Faragonda stood in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. She had trained with her students again and was tired. She smiled as she thought of how strong her students had become. That Baltor would be easily beaten. Suddenly a man stepped into the room. She turned and the brush fell onto the ground. Astonished she looked at the man in front of her.
"Good evening, mother." He grabbed her and pulled her against his chest. His long hair fell across her neck while he whispered: "Aren't you happy to see me? Come on, ma. That's not nice."
She screamed when he started to teleport them both.
Bloom heard the scream of her headmistress first. "Miss F!" She transformed and started flying to the bedroom of the headmistress. But she was to late. The room was empty and on the ground was lying a brush…