A.N.: I know this fic is rather…out there in concept, so if you don't like unusual subject matter, you'd best leave this story alone and find another to read. Also, this is not one of those "submit your OC" fics (I have plenty of my own, thank you), so don't bother trying to submit a character.

Summary: Roxy's excited about starting school at Alfea, but a standard magical physical exam reveals some startling facts. Can she rise above the obstacles and insecurities, or will she fall too far to fly again?

Winds of Change

1. Shattered Mirrors

She took a deep breath in an effort to calm her excited nerves. Even with her trusty companion Artu by her side, she felt completely lost. Alfea was absolutely HUGE, and the list of students hoping to get in was lined up to the driveway where the shuttles and taxis dropped off students from far realms. The girl in front of her, a petite teen with bright green hair, was practically shaking with fear.

Griselda, the infamously strict (or so the Winx had told her) head of discipline, peered over her glasses at the list. "I'm sorry, there's not a 'Essy' on the list."

The girl sighed. "Try looking for Princess Esther."

Griselda re-checked the list, a thin smile appearing on her face. "Yes, Princess Esther of Hestia. You may enter."

Watching this exchange made the violet-eyed girl worry. 'How did Morgana register me?' She wondered, her right hand clenching Artu's leash so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Name and realm of Origin." The middle-aged woman asked.

"Roxanne of Earth(1)." She said, earning a few gasps of awe from the girls behind her. She was completely aware of the fact that she was the first, genuine Earth fairy to attend the school since the realm's magic was sealed away. Bloom didn't really count, as she hailed from Domino, not Earth.

"Ah, the infamous 'Roxy'." Griselda smirked. "Ofelia will be waiting for you inside."

"Grazie." Roxy nodded, putting one foot in front of the other and stepping through the front gates of Alfea College for Fairies.

As promised, Ofelia the nurse was waiting to escort her to the infirmary. Since Earth still lacked the technology to do a full magical check-up on a person, Roxy's before-school check-up had to be done on campus. The nurse seemed like a nice woman…although she was a little leery of trusting someone who bore the same name as a literary character that went mad and killed herself. (2)

The equipment in the infirmary looked akin to the probes Roxy had seen countless times in Sci-Fi thrillers and horror flicks back on Earth, which did little to ease her worries. She was examining a particularly gnarly looking robot when Ofelia called to her.

"Roxy, dear, step away from that machine! We won't be using it today, and hopefully none at all this semester!" The older woman fussed.

"What is it for?"

"Robotic surgery. Again, I hope I don't have to use it." The dark haired fairy stated. "Now, come have a seat on this cot, and we'll get this over with."

Roxy nodded, taking a seat and watching the woman lay out various devices. The Animal Fairy's brow wrinkled in thought. Was this going to hurt?

Ofelia let out a light-hearted chuckle at the girl's face. "No need for alarm, Roxy. All I need to do is run a quick diagnostic scan, and we'll be finished here."

"Scan?" Roxy asked, looking at the small round device in the nurse's hands. "With that thing?"

"Just relax, dear." The elder fairy smiled, pressing a button on the device. Instantly, it started hovering and began flying around Roxy. Strange beams raked over her body, but triggered no sensation of pain. After a few seconds, the little round thing flew over to a computer and settled down on top of a drive reader. "Now, let's have a look at the results…" Ofelia stated, moving over to the monitor for a glance at the data.

The girl looked on as Ofelia's eyes went wide and her jaw slackened. "Miss Ofelia? What is it?"

"Oh my." Ofelia blinked. "That's most peculiar."

"What's peculiar?" The magenta-headed girl tried again. "Am I sick?"

"No, nothing like that dear." The nurse shook her head. "But we need to see Headmistress Faragonda about this."

"What's going on?" Roxy demanded. "Why do we need to make a special trip."

"Well, for lack of a better term…Roxy, you're half witch".

To be honest, Faragonda had prepared for this possibility. The fact that the girl had bypassed Winx and jumped straight into Believix was an indication, in addition to the fact that, on occasion, she'd emitted dark magic without knowing it. In fact, magical analysis of the first energy Roxy conjured revealed that it was, indeed, dark magic instead of fairy magic. Now they had physical confirmation of it.

But, while Faragonda had prepared for it, Roxy obviously had not.

"How can I not be a fairy?" The violet-eyed girl paced in front of the headmistress's desk. "I earned my Believix and everything!"

"You're still a fairy, Child." The white-haired woman soothed. "Your magic is just a bit…imbalanced."

"What?" The girl blinked. "Imbalanced how?"

"You see, Roxy, in all beings there is both light and dark magic. Usually, one is completely dominant over the other unless the right kind of emotions awaken the hidden type. This is why some witches have been recorded as having wings." Faragonda explained. "But, sometimes, this magic doesn't have a set pecking order. The ratio of light to dark is almost or entirely equal, as is the case with you. It's uncommon, but not unheard of."

"So…my magic's not in alignment?" Roxy asked, earning nod from the elder woman.

"Exactly. Magic, both light and dark, are linked to emotions. When your emotions are in a state of chaos, your attack type will be constantly switching between light and dark. Do you understand?" The girl nodded, looking up at Faragonda with scared eyes.

"Will I have to go to the witches' school?" She asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Not full time, dear." Faragonda smiled warmly. "Only for a few classes a week. I'll also have you working with a teacher's aide named Mirta, as her situation upon coming here was similar to yours."

'So I'm not alone.' Roxy sighed with relief, looking down at Artu.

"Why don't you go on to your room and rest?" Faragonda offered.

"But…what if they hate me?" The girls' eyes grew large.

"I can assure you that at least one of them is perfectly fine with this." The headmistress smiled, her eyes glistening with pride. "Go on and introduce yourself, Dear."

"Okay." Roxy replied, walking to the door. "Thank you, Miss Faragonda."

"You are very welcome, dear." The elder woman smiled warmly as the girl left the office. When the girl finally walked out, she let out a sigh. "I hope she learns to accept it, because there will be no running away from this matter." She sighed.

Ok, footnotes:

1. I've decided to give her a full name. Roxanne means "Dawn of Day", or poetically, a beginning.

2. In Hamlet, Ophelia was a young maiden in love with Hamlet. But when Hamlet pretended to be insane and fled Denmark, she went a little insane herself and committed suicide by drowning in a river. Ironic, since the name literally means "Help".