|The Story Of Kayla Watershard
Author: DareSheDevil PM
When Kayla finds that her favourite computer game is her reality, she must embark on a quest to find, friendship, romance, action, power, and defeat the threat of the spiral, Malistaire... Will she be able save the spiral? And find out who she is? On hiatus.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - OC - Chapters: 16 - Words: 11,072 - Reviews: 67 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 12-09-12 - Published: 05-18-12 - id: 8127374
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That's when I felt it. A rope. A snare. And I'm it's target. Suddenly, I am pulled upside down, loosing my grip on David's hand, who is yelling for help. But it is too late. He has been ensnared too. We are being whisked away from hall, and into a secret chamber, red rocky walls and floors, patches of lava all over the place. I realise that our captors are dangling us above a pool of lava. The rope begins to split.
"Well, that wasn't hard." I see a ghost, Lady BlackHope, say this. I growl.
"If I'm going down, so are you." I growl at her through clenched teeth.
"Didn't you ever wonder if there is a reason that your magic is so powerful?" BlackHope asks innocently, then laughs evily. I frown. Of course I hadn't.
"Well, dueling, it is because you are not a wizard. There is a reason your school is myth. Because you are a fairy. And now you will never experience your incredible powers!" She laughs manically at this. No, it's not possible, is it? I knew I never had fit in.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" I scream, and suddenly realising that I am glowing.
"All those years of wishing came true, darling." Lady BlackHope says through a smile. The light coming from me is blinding, and I feel like a live wire. I become aware of the music surrounding me, and I am encased in a bubble of blue swirls and patterns.
We, are, magic! Energy created, our magic, power!
Love and hated, across, all, the realms!
When anybody, needs our help we're there! We're on fire we're magic!
I notice a navy tank top and a shawl appear on me, as well as navy trousers, and finally a pair of twinkling yellow wings sprout from my back painlessly. My clothes are sparkling. Well, I always wished I was a fairy.
"Hahaha, nice try, BlackHope. This time, you will be deader than ever before, 'cause we all know that we can beat you!" I yell at Lady BlackHope, and a silver brooch in the pattern of the French fleurs-de-lys. A pouch attaches itself around my waist with the same pattern, except the bags main colour is royal blue. Charmix. I think. I smile. For I had watched winx club all my life and always wanted to be like the winx fairys. And now I am.