Keep Holding On: Fly

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the Italian animated television series, Winx Club -- I leave that honor up to Iginio Straffi as well as the producers of Rainbow S.p.A. Nor do I own the songs, "Keep Holding On," by Avril Lavigne, or "Fly," by Hilary Duff. However, I can and DO claim to own this story, in addition to its inspired ideas FROM said series.

Note: First off, thanks very much to the few who have checked out/read my "Dreams" Winx Club story. Much obliged, especially since it was my very first Winx Club-anything, writing/story wise. Anyhow, since that's a "success" thus far (and some of you are hoping I DO go ahead and do the Bloom p.o.v. semi-follow up to it), I thought I'd write another one, but about my favorite non-Winx Club girl, Mirta. I love her to death, and I don't see a lot of stories about her in here, save one that's my absolute fave (and needs to be updated!! LoL). This one's primarily about her, and her "inner journey" in finding her true self (which obviously turned out to be a fairy vs. a witch). However, it's a "two-parter" one-shot because it also involves her pal, Lucy.

So, enjoy this story (that draws inspiration from season one, episode seven, "A che Servono gli Amici?" as well as episode twelve, "Miss Magix," also from season one).


This story was created/written in May 2007.


"They are too cool . . . Way too cool for this school, that's for sure . . ."

The young freshman witch, Mirta, could hear her greatest friend since early childhood, Lucy, once again gush within a dreamy-like exuberance, in reflection of the infamous Senior Witch trio, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy.

It was lunch time at Cloudtower, and the entire student body were all gathered within the dimly lit, tier-like cafeteria (that was magically enhanced, to appropriately accommodate every last witch in attendance at once).

As always, since it seemed as though the Cloudtower students seemed to take pride in the concept of hierarchy, both Mirta and Lucy were naturally seated within one of the lower level tables of the dining hall for the sole fact that they were freshmen.

And, also as a familiar routine in seating arrangement, the Trix Sisters, as seniors, sat atop one of the highest levels, despite the fact that they very rarely ate what was offered upon the daily menu (although today seemed to be an exception, as all three were partaking within an honest meal with one another).

Probably because they just want to keep up in appearances, so that the people who worship the ground they walk upon can fawn over them -- like Lucy thought Mirta in a bit of acknowledged disturbance, looking up from her tray of today's offered meal of "Antlion and Horned Troll" stew (of which, she had learned the hard way, during her first week at Cloudtower, that the dish was "disgusting" by name only, and was nothing more than a pretty tasty concoction of some type of meat and rather strong spices. If she'd have known that, perhaps she might have been able to spare herself the embarrassment when she'd publicly declined to eat it with abundant horror . . .).

What was it about Icy and her compatriots that continued to captivate the taller, teal haired girl so? From what Mirta could see (and had witnessed on several various occasions), the Trix triad were one of the most mean spirited individuals she had ever encountered -- if not the most.

I mean, I know that we witches don't exactly have the greatest reputation for being "cute and cuddly" or something, but we're also not evil to the core, either . . . At least . . . we're not supposed to be . . . thought the redhead with aggrieved and honest wonder, her peaceful, shimmery turquoise colored eyes gazing back down at her half eaten meal. Why would Lucy have respect for people who always seem to harbor ill intent?

And, before she could stop herself from doing so, Mirta, still peering down at her lunch, heard herself blurting out to her best friend from across the table,

"Lucy . . . I don't get it! All you seem to talk about lately is how cool and great Icy, Darcy and Stormy are. Yet, whenever I'm with you and we happen to run into them, they're always dissing on you! You don't deserve that," she finished quietly, although with a fair amount of strong conviction sounding within her voice.

Shy and quiet as she may be, Mirta still managed to maintain her consistency in being no pushover whenever it came to things and people she cared about -- and, of course, Lucy was of no exception.

You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in

Regardless, none of what had been uttered seemed to have penetrated through Lucy's cranium, let alone her eardrums, for she merely continued to stare, without blinking, up at the witches in question with a bit of longing shining forth from her powder blue colored gems.

"I'll bet that, if they really wanted to, they could easily run this school way better than Professor Griffin ever could," she said with an admirable expression riddled upon her face. "What I wouldn't give to be one of them . . . a part of the senior witches . . ."

Mirta instantly felt her heart sting with an overwhelming feeling of betrayal. Obviously, she'd been aware for a while now that Lucy was desperate to be noticed and accepted by the Trix Sisters, but was Lucy simultaneously that miserable with her life and with everything and everyone within it, that she would be willing to discard it all at the drop of a hat if ever given the opportunity?

"Oh, Lucy . . . no . . ." Mirta murmured sadly to herself, all of her emotions and loyalty to her friend filtering out of her words as she continued looking upon her.

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Suddenly, Mirta found herself unable to concentrate upon her increasingly emotional ruminations, as Stormy's distinctly condescending voice grew profusely loud, due to an apparently heated conversation with her comrades.

"Those pixie losers had the nerve to sneak onto our turf, and we just let them get away!" Mirta looked up in time to watch the youngest of the three Trix Sisters exclaim feverishly, her frizzy and chaotic deep lilac colored hair bouncing upon her bare shoulders as she stood from her seat and slammed a fist down onto her shared lunch table in rage.

"A real witch would not let such an offense go unpunished!" chimed in the most calm of the trio (although just as devious and cunning), Darcy, next to the younger girl, raising her left hand in front of her before clenching it tightly into a balled up fist of her own.

"And neither shall we, my dear Darcy . . ." said Icy in cryptic agreement, smiling a patented chilling smile from across the table at her fellow witches, while idly waving her fork within her slender right hand. "Since the power of the dragon is not within the Solaria ring, we'll go find the true source of power and then use it to destroy their entire school!"

Although she'd been pretty preoccupied with everything and anything that had to do with the Senior Witches, and what they'd been randomly discussing here and there up until that moment, Lucy immediately snapped out of her idolizing reverie the moment she'd listened in to hear the older girls say the words "pixie," "Solaria," and "their entire school."

For, tall, skinny young girl was all too cognizant of the fact that, if she could hear what the Trix were saying, then so too could Mirta (which meant that she was most likely now feeling her usual, sympathetic views about the fairies of Alfea College).

Sure enough, as Lucy swiftly averted her gaze away from Icy and onto her best friend seated across from her, she'd witnessed an extremely perplexed, as well as faintly perturbed look upon the crimson haired girl's face.

"Oh, God . . . Don't tell me that you're now feeling all lovey-dovey towards those Alfea losers again, Mirta," hissed Lucy in scolding discourtesy at the young teenager, startling her in the process.

"H-huh? What're you talking about, Lucy? I was just --" started Mirta, her milky white visage crumpling into one of guilt and apprehension, before Lucy swiftly interrupted her.

"Oh, please! I know you better than you give me credit for sometimes. Anytime that Icy, Darcy, or Stormy -- or any other witch, for that matter -- rags on those stupid fairies, you always have to get so sensitive about it!" she scoffed, pointing her spoon in a bit of accusation towards the younger girl. "Why should you care? You're not a fairy -- you're a witch! It's just what we witches do: Call out the 'goodness and light' pixies for the weak, immature brats that they are, and they run off, crying about it! So, get over it!"

Feeling a bit blameworthy, herself, for her harsh outburst (not to mention sounding a bit like something Stormy would have said . . . however, simultaneously feeling a bit proud by that realization, admittedly), Lucy exhaled heavily as she looked away from Mirta's taken aback demeanor and focused upon the meal in front of her.

Suddenly, I find myself unable to understand this girl more and more as each day passes, she thought solemnly to herself, the frown upon her creamy countenance beginning to soften a bit. I mean, the way she acts, and the things that she says sometimes, it's like she's a fairy in witch's clothing, so to speak . . . Where has the Mirta I used to know gone?

So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear

Meanwhile, as hurt and shocked as Mirta was now feeling by her oldest friend's harsh words, she could not and would not feel culpable about her views and opinions of Alfea College (that were so abundantly considered "unique" in comparison to the rest of her Cloudtower compatriots) any longer. Even though it was clear that she and Lucy parted ways upon the issue (and perhaps always would, she feared), the tiny cardinal haired girl felt an abrupt surge of courage coursing throughout her body, as though drawing strength from the older girl.

Feeding off of this sudden and slightly infrequent burst of energy, Mirta slowly stood from her seat, a faint smile spreading across her pale visage as she spoke to the brooding teenager seated before her.

". . . You may think that it's just 'okay' for us to continue on like this -- waging some sort of whacked out war against the fairies -- but I don't. I think that we should be trying to get along with them instead, since we're all magical beings and are therefore equal in that sense," she revealed a bit shakily, as this was the first time that she'd ever truly bothered to express how she felt about Alfea to her best friend.

Surprised at her friend's sudden boisterous disposition, Lucy looked up from her plate with widened eyes.

"W-whoa, what? Mirta, why are you standing up for? What are you doing?" she asked in honest perplexity, not used to witnessing the other girl be so forthright.

Mirta shook her head lightly as her only response, as she made her way around the table and stood before Lucy while at the same time gazing up a bit nervously where the Trix sat.

I know that I'll probably be in for it by doing this, but maybe if I try to appeal to the better nature of Icy and everyone else, then they might see things my way . . . And with Lucy here, even if she doesn't back me up, I still feel that I can handle this, she rationalized silently, inhaling deeply before speaking.

Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah

". . . Why do we hate the girls of Alfea so much? I mean, that seems kinda 'old school,'" Mirta managed to interject, causing Icy to inappreciatively and abruptly stop mid-sentence within the new conversation that she'd been carrying on with her fellow sorceresses.

So far, so good, Mirta. At least you've succeeded in catching their attention, hopefully long enough to hear you out . . . and maybe even understand, she self congratulated silently, forcing a slightly quivering smile onto her face as the three Senior Witches all peered down upon her with piercing glares.

"Who is this gangly freshman talking to me?" inquired Icy with a dismissive, indolent air, already turning her body away from the younger girl to further demonstrate her disinterest within her.

Regardless, Mirta managed to keep strong and continue on in her point.

"I'm just sayin' . . . I mean, in some ways, I think Alfea's kinda rockin'!" she finished with an exuberant gasp, instantly feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment, as she finally and completely admitted what was within her heart in regard to the school for fairies. She could then feel everyone's eyes fall regrettably upon her, gazing down at her in wonderment as well as disapproval.

As uncomfortable as that felt, Mirta willed herself to only pay attention upon the surprising reaction from Lucy that she'd witnessed happening from the corner of her eye. She could see that, despite her own obvious abashment by the situation, the teal haired witch was trying her best to stick by her friend and also gaze up at the elder trio with pleading eyes.

Although, she couldjust be doing that in hopes that they won't clump her into this -- which of course would kill Lucy, since she's dying anyway to be noticed and initiated into their clique, pondered Mirta with antagonistic unhappiness, before rapidly blinking her turquoise eyes as though to shun the thought away. No. Either way, I still won't back down . . .

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

"'Peace and love!'" the redheaded freshman suddenly heard Stormy say in an uncharacteristically sweet and soft sort of voice (startling both Icy and Darcy in the process, as that act clearly surprised them, as well, the pair gazing upon the usually volatile girl in confusion), before slamming both of her fists down onto the table and caused her plate and cup to make clinking noises.

Mirta instantly felt nauseous and as though she would pass out at any second once Stormy burst out into raucous laughter, causing her tremendous following of admiring and fellow students to join in as a collective. She felt herself opening, closing, and re-opening her mouth to say something, anything, that would have them all stop within their cruel behavior; however, nothing would come out. She could only stand there in horror, tears beginning to flood and sting at her traditionally kind eyes as they gradually became livid in frustrated offense.

Is this how it will always be while I'm here at Cloudtower? To be immediately persecuted for any thought or emotion that doesn't follow the guidelines of the 'In Crowd?' thought Mirta in faint sadness, before the anger growing inside of her easily consumed it. She looked up at Stormy, dead in her eyes, with a generous frown screened across her face.

Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

"Who let this Wicca-Wannabe in here, anyway?" Stormy managed to speak in between her continued laughter, gaily waving her hands into the air as she continued to enjoy herself at the young freshman's expense. "You're just so . . . 'alternative,' aren'tyou? So -- cutting edge! 'Let's all think outside of Pandora's Box and love each other!' Not!" she finished, her cruel voice returning to its vile glory, after first mercilessly imitating Mirta and her profound kindheartedness.

The unfortunate target of continued derision that was Mirta, felt as though the cafeteria was spinning and as though the walls were steadily closing in upon her as the incessant guffawing of her classmates reverberated against them and into and out of her ears.

La da da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da da

"Aww! The poor thing looks embarrassed!" said Darcy in false comfort as she stood beside the still laughing Stormy with a cruel smirk upon her face, snapping her fingers and causing a bit of magical friction in between them as bits of dark purple sparkles suddenly appeared. "Let's help her save some face!"

In the midst of all of the continued noise and ruckus, Mirta could distinctly hear Lucy (whom she'd honestly forgotten was even there for a bit, as the shock and pain of this mortifying misadventure was too great for her to think straight any longer) loudly gasp in what sounded like horrifying surprise from behind her.

Curious as to what could have been the matter, Mirta managed to muster up the remainder of her strength and courage to turn to face her friend, and instantly regretted having done so. For, the moment her field of vision was perfectly aligned with Lucy's, everything around her had suddenly gone . . . purple? Not to mention that she was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, even more so than to begin with throughout this horrid ordeal.

Terrified and no longer able to keep her eyes open, Mirta could only struggle fruitlessly with whatever was obscuring her view, as she fell backwards and blindly collapsed onto the ground.

No longer able to continue to just sit back and let her dearest and oldest friend be afflicted, Lucy swiftly sprang from her seat and rushed to the ruby tressed, incapacitated girl to try to help pull off the goo-like substance from off of her face.

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Unable to successfully free Mirta from the gelatin concoction that was clearly suffocating her, Lucy looked about the cafeteria in desperation for someone -- anyone who would take pity and assist them within their plight.

"It's not funny! She can't breathe!"

Keep holding on
Keep holding on

"Stupidfreshman! 'Goo-Glob' only lasts a minute!" scolded Darcy with chiseled disgust riddled within her deep, husky voice as Lucy looked upon her and the rest of the Senior Witch trio in miserable condition and hope, at the same moment that the eerie congealing brew that'd encased itself around Mirta's face began to dissipate into nothingness.

Lucy could only look at her friend in helpless guilt while the redhead sat up, coughing and gasping for air profusely just as Professor Griffin's authoritative voice sounded into the cafeteria from above and behind the duo.

"Attention, witches! The precious princesses of Alfea have booked 'Magic Stadium' tomorrow night for some wretched music concert! So, our money for 'Monsters' Fund raiser' has to move to the elementary school auditorium! So, plan accordingly! Worthless, Do-Gooding pixies!" the headmistress of Cloudtower announced bitterly to her pupils, before turning on her heel to leave and muttering the last bit to herself in increased irritation.

Professor Griffin's brief appearance had served as a blessing in disguise, for her news had given all of the sorceresses a new topic to focus upon, almost immediately forgetting all about poor, defenseless Mirta (who still remained, visibly shaken, upon the ground). Even the Trix Sisters had seemed to have lost their memory of the entire episode, as they stood, huddled together around their lunch table and were suddenly and curiously talking amongst themselves in hushed voices.

As she finally regained a regular breathing pattern, Mirta could only gaze sadly at Lucy, who, in turn, reciprocated the glance and said nothing . . .

There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through . . .

-- To Be Continued


(A.N. PRAISE JEEBUS, I've finished "part one!" Didn't think it'd be this "long," though, or that I'd have ended up using just about every quote within that scene. But I guess I had. At least now it should have been far more vivid and clear within your minds as you read this and recalled the episode scene. Now, onto part two!)