Category: Winx Club

Rating: T

Couples: none

Warnings: Major AU

Chapter: 15

Copyright: © characters and places by Iginio; © Plot and OC by me

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"I can't help her." Lysdon looked at his siblings. "She is wounded too gravely."

"That is nonsense!" Skyggon held their mother close. "You can create entire races! You can return people from the dead!"

"But not her!" Lysdon countered. "She is immortal in terms of age; I would doom you, brother, to return her to health. It would be like creating a whole new race." He turned away. "I cannot go down that road again."

"I wouldn't mind this time." His twin tugged at his white robe.

"And what of the race I am dooming for her sake? I once made us into gods and look where it brought us."

Vandia remained silent, her light blue hair fanning out around her. The young woman sighed sadly, studying the face of her mother.

"Maybe I can help?" Bloom offered.

"You do not have the energy needed, not even when your friends help you." Lysdon told the fairy. "You would kill yourselves trying to save her."

"How can you be certain of that? Let us try." Flora countered.

"It is obvious for those who know the magic binding me and her to our children." Vo'id interrupted her. "Unless Lysdon himself heals her, she cannot be healed by simple lack of energy." His golden neck stretched over them, his remaining eye looking upon his mate. "And you will not help, will you?"

"I cannot start all over." His second son softly whispered. "It would be an insult to her."

Complete silence, only broken by the sound of the rustling of the humans' clothes in the wind.

"Then we should be grateful for the bond you forged when you were born." The golden dragon smiled. "She and I are bound to you, and even injury cannot break that bond. As your fire burns, so we shall live. Though it will hurt her for a while."

He grunted in surprise when his daughter hit him. "And you couldn't tell us that earlier? We thought we were going to lose our mother!"

"It's called 'being weakened'." He snarled in answer. "Careful, child, I am still your father."

"And I their mother." The woman said. "Claws off."

"Mother!" Skyggon exclaimed. He beamed.

"My boy." She smiled. "My boys." She reached for her other son. "Come here."

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The dragons had left, as had the humans, to give the family some privacy. The wounds of the parents had closed, much to the relief of their children.

Vandia chuckled as her brothers purred. Their heads rested on their mother's knees. The older woman was combing through their hair with her fingers.

"I know you." Skyggon breathed softly, looking up. His father looked up to him. "Your energy: I felt it in the past."

"I had many identities over the centuries." She smiled down on him. "Some indeed brought me to you."

"Including your latest, didn't it?" The oldest child regarded her. "It seems I and my brother are not the only ones who need to explain things, are we, Faragonda?"

"Certainly." She laughed.

"Although I do want to know why you nearly killed your mother several times." Vo'id interrupted, his bronze eye glaring at his oldest. "So humor me by being the one starting the explanations."