'Poor old Jim's white as a ghost

He's found the answer that we lost'

- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Snow rolled her eyes. She's been doing that a lot lately.

"You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about it before," Skye said as they flew over Magix City. All five fairies gave her a look of disgust.

"With lowlifes like them?" Ruby said with a sneer, curling one of her short red pigtails around her finger. "I would never."

"I don't know," Skye shrugged, doing a loop-de-loop in the sky. "Ray's kind of cute."

"Sure, if you're into sociopaths," Scylla snorted from the back of their little flying formation.

"Maybe I am," Skye huffed, crossing her arms. She stopped to hover and brought the whole formation to a standstill. "Who knows? That could be the exact kind of boy I'm looking for. Or Aidan. Damn, those biceps are delicious."

"Ew," the girls all chorused, looking at their frizzy-haired friend with disgust.

"Do you realize," Nell said slowly as if she were speaking to a child, "that you are talking about a boy who has once tried to burn you alive?"

The weather fairy huffed, "I could be into that."

Snow rolled her eyes again and said, "Guys, we need to focus. This is the first practice mission of the school year. If we want to get assigned to a real mission, we have to perform well on this one. Got it?"

The rest of the fairies looked down like chastised children before reforming their flying formation and zooming ahead towards Magix City.

Snow was practically bursting with excitement. If there was one thing she loved, it was missions. The adrenaline in her veins, the magic at her fingertips, and the wind in her wings were the recipe for a perfect day in her opinion.

"Look, there's the coffee shop," Snow said, pointing to a quaint little building on the edge of town. "We can stop there to look over the information they gave us."

The six fairies landed in front of the coffee shop and detransformed on the sidewalk. They slid into a booth in the corner and ordered their drinks before pulling out the files they had been giving at orientation that morning.

"Looks like we're assigned to the Coven Grimm and the Cabal Knights again," Scylla complained after analyzing the files in her folder.

Bonnie pulled out her own files and flipped to the Red Fountain section. Pointing to a familiar picture, she said, "At least we have the same heroes as last year."

"Yes. Thank goodness for my brother and his hero brigade," Snow said sarcastically.

"Cut Winter some slack," Skye told her friend. "He's just trying to be a good big brother."

Nell rolled her eyes. "You're only saying that because you think he's cute."

The girls burst out laughing while Skye turned bright red and started gaping like a fish. A few patrons of the coffee shop turned to look at the rude teenagers as they fell over each other in laughter. Once the laughter died down, Snow cleared her throat and said, "Okay, gross, but anyway... we need to check out this mission file."

Putting aside the group assignment file, Snow pulled out another file, this time in a bright pink folder with the words Mission Folder written on it in glitter letters.

The girls all turned their focus to the paper detailing what their first practice mission would be, so they failed to notice the six dark shadows that manifested in an alleyway across the street from the coffee shop.

"Why do they laugh so much?" Ray commented in disdain as they surveyed the fairies in the coffee shop from across the street.

"I don't know, but it's disgusting," Marin answered.

"At least the heroes aren't here," Aidan said. "I hate those guys."

"Guys, look," Thorn said, pointing to the coffee shop.

All the patrons were flooding out into the street, including the shop owners. The glow of the Magix Club's transformation could be seen from all the way in the alley. A crowd formed around the coffee shop as the shop owners blocked the door to keep everyone out.

"What was their mission?" Electro thought out loud, his brain rushing to piece it together. "Some sort of evacuation practice? Wait. They're calling the police. Something isn't right."

"Let's go check it out," Aidan said. With a flash of light, the Cabal Knights disappeared from the alley and reappeared in the coffee shop.

The six warlocks took in their surroundings as the six fairies screamed and flew up into the air in shock.

"Where did you come from?" Snow accused once she regained her wits.

Aidan smiled, "My mom's va-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" Ruby shrieked, covering her ears.

Thorn chuckled at the fairy, making the other Cabal Knights laugh as well. They all split up to torture their own fairy. You know what they say- divide and conquer.

"Can you go away? For, like, ever?"

Aidan smirked at the snow fairy hovering over him, arms crossed and pink lips twisted in a pretty pout. The self-proclaimed leader of the Magix Club, Snow was as pathetic as her cutesy name implied. Everything about her drove him insane, especially her hair. It was fluffy and white, like the snow for which she was named, and fell down her back in loose curls that made her look entirely too angelic for the hellion he knew her to be.

"But this is an assignment for class," Aidan said, smiling devilishly at the pale vision floating over him. "You know how much I value my education, Snow."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes and saying, "Oh, please. You? As if you value anything other than the pursuit of evil."

He smiled again, sharing a look with Thorn behind her. He was pestering Ruby, the upstanding citizen of the group; the redheaded fairy didn't realize that the nature warlock was backing her up into a chair. Scanning his eyes around the room, Aidan took in the familiar sight of the other Knights doing the same as Thorn, each singling out a fairy and bothering her to no end.

His eyes landed on Marin and Reed who were teaming up on Skye, the bubbly weather fairy with the especially brutal right hook. He almost started to grin when he realized that one fairy was going unbothered. His eyes swiveled around the now-emptied coffee shop looking for the odd girl out when Snow cleared her throat and drew his attention away from the issue at hand.

"I think you can take one day off, considering your spotless record of messing with us without fail. Your mother must be so proud," she snarked, eyes darting nervously to the Employees Only door behind the counter. Bingo.

He shrugged, turning back to Snow while discreetly signaling to Reed about the door. The youngest warlock nodded and started slinking his way towards the counter. Aidan focused on distracting Snow.

"You'd think she would be, but Mom only cares about stupid things like saving the world and ruling Eraklyon," Aidan said, walking around Snow so that she had to turn her back to the door Reed was slowly creeping towards. The fairy didn't even notice anything was wrong.

Snow gave him a withering look.

"Oh, poor baby. Mommy isn't proud of her evil little warlock? It must be so hard."

Aidan ignored the unexpected sting of her voicing his thoughts aloud, choosing to turn the sting against her instead.

"Not that you'd know what that's like, what with mother dearest supporting you wholeheartedly in all your little heroic adventures," he spat sarcastically, sounding angrier than he had intended. "Icy must be so proud of her holy little angel, seeing as she's such an up-and-up hero herself. Oh, wait, nevermind. She's a witch."

Her blue eyes flashed and she leaned over in the air so that their faces were only inches apart and he could feel her fluffy white curls spilling over her shoulders brushing against his cheek.

"Don't you dare ever talk about my mother," she seethed through gritted teeth.

He crossed his arms and hardened his gaze, holding an intense staring contest that heated the air around them.

"Then don't ever talk about mine."

They held steely eye contact for a few more minutes before a shriek followed by a shout sent them flying away from each other.

The group of teens in the coffee shop all turned towards the doorway that Reed was standing in, hand over his mouth and eyes wide as saucers.

The other teenagers in the room ran to the door as quickly as possible. What they saw was burned into their minds forever.

Scylla was kneeling on the floor next to a man wearing an apron bearing the coffee shop's logo laying sprawled on the floor with blood flowing from the gash in his neck and tears streaming from his open, unseeing eyes. To his left, Aidan heard Marin gasp in horror. He couldn't blame him. Something truly evil happened in this room, he could feel it in the air and in his bones. It made all the shadows look darker and the air coming from the A/C much colder.

"You were supposed to keep them out until the authorities arrived," Scylla said shakily, looking very overwhelmed and very angry. Her pale hands were covered with blood. She had obviously tried to stop the flow before she realized he was... dead. Oh my Dragon, he's dead.

"Holy fuck," Aidan said, taking in the scene before him. "Was this part of your practice mission? That is so messed up. And that's coming from me."

"This isn't a mission, blockhead," Snow said, turning to the redhead with a manic glare. The panicked frenzy in her blue orbs scared the crap out of him, although he'd never admit that. He noticed the way she was frantically avoiding looking at the dead body. He'd never seen her like this.

"I need to step out," Skye said, covering her mouth and flying to the bathroom at top speed.

"Where are the police? Where the hell are the police?" Nell repeated over and over again as she paced in the air.

"Wow, you guys really can't handle pressure," Ray said, looking to Bonnie with concern. She was actually crying, but honestly, Reed looked like he was about to cry too. Aidan wasn't judging. This freaked him the hell out.

"Guys, we need to get out of here," he said, walking out of the Employees Only room and into the shop. "We're warlocks. They're gonna think it was us. We gotta go."

"No!" Snow said suddenly, clutching his arm. "You can't leave!"

Aidan yanked his arm out of her surprisingly strong grasp and asked, "What's your problem? You're Alfea fairies. You won't get in any trouble. Chill out."

"This isn't about that, you idiot!" she shouted, hovering over him again. "There is a dead body on the other side of that door and we are all witnesses."

Aidan shrugged away from her as she made a mad reach for his arm again.

"Not my problem. Cabal Knights, let's go."

"Guys..." Scylla called warily from inside the room. "Something's happening."

Everyone made their way back to the room where Scylla was still kneeling next to the dead man in horror with Reed still standing behind her, just as wide-eyed and terrified as he had been when he found her. All eyes were fixed on the body, however. As the fairies and warlocks watched, the tear tracks coming from the dead man's eyes started to flow more heavily until water encased his entire body and spread onto the floor. Reed quickly grabbed Scylla by the shoulders and yanked her off the ground. The water kept spreading until it wrapped around the man entirely and then it started shrinking. The body started to disappear before their very eyes and before they knew it, all that was left of him was a teardrop on the ground and the blood on Scylla's hands.

That's when the police showed up.

What happened next was a blur of questions and interrogations but finally, once the sun began to set, they determined that neither the Magix Club nor the Cabal Knights were guilty.

"What now?" Snow asked the group once they were finally allowed to leave the coffee shop.

"Nothing," Aidan answered. "We forget this ever happened and move on."

"We can't just ignore this," Nell said, crossing her tanned arms over her chest. It was wrapped in sparkly yellow fabric and somehow over the course of the day, she had stained it with blood. Aidan wondered if it would be there the next time she transformed into her Winx form or if magic worked the same way as bleach. "We are the only people who saw what happened in that back room. If another murder like this happens and we haven't done anything about this, that blood will be on our hands."

Aidan noticed out of the corner of his eye the way that Scylla stared down at her hands as if she could still see the blood that she had washed off. Now that they weren't soaked with red bodily fluids, he could see that sometime over the summer Scylla had begun biting her nails. The black nail polish was making a valiant effort of standing up against her new idiosyncrasy, but apparently, it was no match for her high anxiety levels and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"You can do whatever the hell you want," Electro said, towering over Nell even when she was hovering a few inches off of the ground. "You're not dragging us into this. Have a nice night."

With that, he conjured a swirling green portal to Murmire and took a step through. Marin and Ray immediately followed him. Nell flew away in disgust and Bonnie followed, still sniffling slightly. Ruby turned up her nose at the remaining Knights and followed her friends back to Alfea.

"What the hell just happened?" Skye murmured, putting her head in her hands. She still looked a little sick. Snow placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder before abruptly turning to hover angrily over Aidan again.

"How can you be so cold?" she accused. He decided that now was not the right time to point out that she was the snow fairy and he was the pyromancer, so he just stayed silent. "There are bad guys and there are villains. You're crossing a line."

He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the way her words settled down in his brain and made themselves at home.

"I always knew you were bad, but evil? That can't be you."

With those words, she flew away into the night. Skye followed her into the air. Aidan rolled his eyes.

"Like you know who I am," he said, but it was too late and she was too far away to hear him.

Aidan turned around to walk through the portal and noticed Thorn giving him one of his signature looks. It made him feel guilty, but he didn't know why. Aidan glared at the brooding bad boy in hopes that it would filter the effect of his soul-seeing gaze. It didn't; he just felt worse.

Thorn walked through the portal, having been completely unaffected by Aidan's glare, so the redheaded teen went to follow when he remembered to check for Reed. The youngest warlock was easily distracted and got left behind more often than he'd like to admit. Aidan always made sure to check for Reed before leaving.

The magenta-haired warlock was still hovering around Scylla who looked like she would collapse at any moment. The shaky girl was staring at her hands so distraughtly that for a brief second, Aidan actually felt pity. The feeling was soon replaced with annoyance that Reed was holding them up.

"Reed, come on!" he called.

That seemed to pull the traumatized fairy out of her stupor and she realized that everyone else had left. Scylla jumped when she saw that Reed was standing behind her. He smiled sheepishly at having scared her and took a step back. Giving him a small smile and a curt nod, the Solarian lady flew away into the night, leaving Reed behind on the ground.

"Hurry up, Reed!" Aidan called again. The boy in question scurried over to the portal red-faced with his head ducked down. Aidan smirked as Reed jumped through the portal, too embarrassed to look at his leader. His smirk dropped, however, when he felt the unsettling feeling of somebody watching him. He looked back over his shoulder, but all he could see was the tranquil scene of a city asleep. The feeling never left him, even as he disappeared through the portal and reappeared in his dorm in Murmire. It chased him all the way to bed and deep into his dreams.

Red.

The first thing he noticed was that everything was red. It was dripping down the walls, onto the floor, over chipped black nails, into snow white hair. It was like everything suddenly became red. There was a door and four walls, but then water suddenly rushed through the door and the walls were gone and he was drowning.

He struggled to stay afloat as heinous laughter filled the not-room. The water tasted coppery on his lips and it was red too. It started to consume him. He was disappearing. It was so fucking cold.

A bright light flashed and he was enveloped in flames from head to foot. The warmth drove him upwards until he was face to face with eyes that saw the entire world. He was floating high above Magix and someone else was here with him. It was someone good, he could tell, but he had no idea who yet.

"I am yours and you are mine," a voice rumbled from everywhere. The eyes blinked and for a second all light disappeared before they opened again and the warmth returned.

"I don't understand. I have to be-"

He cut himself off because he had no idea where he had to be.

"This is where you have to be," the voice said. It was coming from somewhere inside of him and it urged him to look down. He could see all five schools of Magix. They were much closer together than he had previously believed.

"Who are you?" he asked the eyes because he felt the warmth slowly diminishing as the eyes grew further and further away.

"I am yours and you are mine," the voice rumbled again, echoing through the universe and bouncing off of each planet. The blast of sound sent him plummeting back to Magix and back into his own body where he awoke in a cold sweat.

Flinging himself out of bed, Aidan took to pacing around the room until the dawn. Three hours later, that's how Thorn found him: sleep-deprived and running grooves into the carpet.

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Aidan spent the rest of the day completely out of it as that weird dream played over and over in his mind. The other boys noticed but didn't say anything about it. He was grateful, though he'd never say it. It wasn't until after school that he got a distraction from the endless loop going on in his head.

"Hey, isn't that the Magix Club?" Marin said, pointing out the window of the record store they were in.

The others all looked out the window and saw the six fairies that they loved to hate walk out of a clothing store with piles of bags on their arms. Ray grinned devilishly.

"Let's go say hi," he suggested, something mischievous in his eyes.

Thorn and Aidan shared an uncertain look as they recalled what happened yesterday, but Ray was out the door before they could stop him.

"Lookie who it is," Ray said when he reached the girls. All six of them whipped around in unison to give the Knights a look of disgust like a group of synchronized swimmer Barbie dolls that were simultaneously catcalled by a man old enough to be their father. You get the picture.

"What do you want?" Snow spat brattily at him.

"I just stopped by to say hi," Ray shrugged. He leaned forward to peer into her bags. "What did you buy? Anything expensive?"

Snow yanked her bags away from him and said, "I don't have time for this. We have somewhere to be."

She turned to leave, but Ray caught her elbow and turned her back around. Aidan and Skye tensed at the same time, but he quickly relaxed so no one would notice. Skye took a step forward in case she needed to step in.

"I'm sure you could spare me some of your time," Ray said, leering down at her.

Snow turned bright red, either in anger or embarrassment, and pulled her elbow out of his grasp.

"You're so annoying," she complained. "Get a life and stop butting into mine."

With that, she whipped around and stormed away with the other fairies following close behind.

"What the fuck, man?" Aidan asked as the fairies left. "Was that about?"

Ray turned around laughing. Marin clapped him on the back as the other Knights surrounded him to congratulate him on his victory. The only boy who didn't look amused was Aidan.

"Did you see her face? That was hilarious!"

Aidan pursed his lips and crossed his arms, trying to act indifferent.

"Yeah, whatever. Just next time, don't stoop so low as to flirt with one of those pixies."

"No, dude, that's the beauty of it," Ray explained, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Who knew that being sweet on the girls would get them more twisted up than being sour?"

"We definitely have to try that next time," Electro said with a laugh.

"Oooo, can we make it a tactic?" Reed offered, bouncing on his heels. He was smiling, which Aidan was admittedly glad to see- despite his discontent with Ray's flirting- considering the boy hadn't smiled since... you know.

Electro pulled out one of his gadgets and began excitedly typing away, presumably on another tactic involving flirting with the Magix Club. The boys were all snickering as they made jokes about the girls being prudes or sticks-in-the-mud. Aidan sighed and held back a scowl.

"Fine. Just don't make a habit out of it."

"Oh, lighten up," Thorn laughed, ruffling his hair. Aidan decided that if Thorn, of all people, was telling him to lighten up, then he should probably just forget about it. Still, something about the image of Ray leering down at Snow didn't sit right with him.

Looking across the street, Aidan caught sight of the yellow caution tape crisscrossing over the door of the cafe. A policecraft was parked outside and the owner was talking to a lady in a suit outside of the window. She was writing things down on a clipboard. When she looked up, Aidan recognized her as the fairy that had interviewed them yesterday after the... you know.

He caught her eye and she turned her nose up at them.

"Come on, guys," Thorn said. "Let's get out of here."

"I saw a dumpster outside that restaurant we passed on the way here," Marin suggested. "Wanna start a trash fire?"

"Yeah!" Ray said a little too enthusiastically. The boys hurried to get away from the scene.

Looking back over his shoulder, Aidan made eye contact with the lady again. She glared at him so he glared back and spit onto the sidewalk. With a look of disgust, she turned away and he stormed off to join his friends.

Actually, a dumpster fire was exactly what he needed.

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Every night since the murder, Aidan was plagued with the same nightmare. Very visible bags had taken up residence under his eyes that ran as deep as the valleys he had run into the carpet with all of his insomniatic pacing. The Cabal Knights were starting to get concerned, but he'd be damned if he let any of them fuss over him. Any suggestions to visit the nurse or take it easy were quickly silenced with a harsh look from his blue eyes and a stern set of his bushy red eyebrows. By Friday night, however, he was ready to agree that the nightmares were too much.

That night he found himself out on the balcony, contemplating the meaning of the little he could remember from his dreams, like the blood and the fire and the eyes. Peering out into the night, he was surprised to see a blur of white flying in the woods. He was glad that the one class he hadn't fallen asleep in on Wednesday was teleportation and he used the newly-learned spell to teleport himself into the woods.

When he reappeared in the woods, he saw a girl in a white nightgown. She turned around and he immediately knew who it was, more so from the wide and panicked blue eyes than the white light she had summoned to her pale fingers in defense.

"Snow?" Aidan asked. "What are you doing out here?"

She just held up her hands in frenetic defense of herself. He immediately lit his hands on fire in case this was going to become a battle, but he knew in the back of his mind that he was in no shape to be fighting. Taking a closer look, he noticed that she wasn't in any shape to be fighting either. The same dark marks that sat under his eyes adorned hers. She was looking up at him from the other side of the clearing like a caged animal. The shadows of the tree branches crisscrossing her body made her look paler and more animalistic. Knowing he was probably going out on a limb, he asked, "Are you having nightmares too?"

"What? How did you know about my nightmares?" she asked, voice ragged and scared. She held up her hands again. Whatever was going on, Snow was seriously off her game.

"I'm having them too," he answered cautiously, taking a step towards her and extinguishing himself so as not to scare her. She looked up at him curiously, fear suddenly replaced by an eerie calm. "Snow, what are you doing out here?"

"I can't... I can't... I can't..." she searched for the right words as her eyes bore into his like he was a stranger she was seeing for the first time. "I can't sleep. I don't know what- what- what it means or why or... Where am I?"

For some reason, Snow didn't recognize him or register how much danger she was really in by being alone with him, her sworn enemy, and for that reason, he decided that he wouldn't take advantage of her by setting her hair on fire or something like that. No matter how much he wanted to. The vacant look in her eyes was enough to make him want to get her some sleep and as soon as possible. Plus, torturing her was no fun when she was in an altered state of consciousness.

"Let me take you home," he said, hating himself for helping the one person he hates most in the world. But right now, she really wasn't herself so it didn't really count.

The snow fairy trustingly lifted her hand and let him lead her out of the woods. He felt strange holding hands with her as a hot feeling ran its way down his arm to curl up in his palm where his freckled skin met her pale skin. It left behind a feeling of pins and needles coupled with searing heat. She immediately yanked her hand out of his like she'd been burned.

"Sorry," he muttered, staring at his hand where the sensation was already fading.

Snow tentatively reached out for his hand again, so he pushed the thought away and conjured a portal to Alfea, relieved that the same feeling didn't occur when their hands touched again. Slowly walking her through the portal, he snuck his way past the barrier and stood with her directly under her balcony. He knew where her dorm was because one time he and Ray snuck in and changed all their shampoo to green hair dye.

He noticed the irony that the last time he had been here had been with malicious intent and now he was escorting her home, but he ignored it. Holding her like the superheroes hold the damsels in his mom's stupid Earth movies, Aidan used his fire to propel them both up to the balcony. It was something he had only learned to do recently and thankfully he didn't propel them straight into the wall. They touched down gently on the pink balcony and she removed her hand from his, the memory of the hot sensation lingering in both of their palms.

He turned to leave when she grabbed his hand. The heat returned full force and a blinding light through them apart to different sides of the balcony. Rubbing his head gingerly and righting himself, he asked, "What the hell was that?"

She looked even more dazed than before.

"I don't know."

"Snow, you should really get some sleep," he said. "You're being really weird."

She nodded and opened the balcony door, turning to retreat into her dorm. She turned back to say something when she was cut off by a blood-curdling scream.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Snow waved it off dismissively and explained indifferently, "That's just Scylla. She's been doing that every night since the... you know."

Aidan nodded in understanding. He didn't like talking about it either.

"Anyway, the girls will be up in a second and Skye will be complaining about it disrupting her beauty sleep."

She sounded bitter, but he knew she was a little difficult to read in her current state so he didn't look too far into it. He did notice that some sentience had returned to her eyes and she sort of looked like she recognized him.

"I guess that means I should get going," he said more awkwardly than he would have liked. It felt too much like the end of a date, which, considering all that had happened, was not what he should have been concerned about. Still, he felt like he needed to go vandalize a draconary or a soup kitchen or something to feel badass again.

He took a step back, ready to just about throw himself off of the balcony and beg the earth to swallow him whole, when she turned back quickly and said, "Um, I know I'm super out of it, but thanks for helping me out and stuff."

"Don't mention it."

She gave him a small smile.

"No, seriously. Don't mention it," he emphasized. "I don't want anyone knowing about this."

She scowled, but it lost its effect with her eyes still maintaining that vacant look. Without another word, she disappeared into her dorm and hopefully off to bed. Looking back over his shoulder once, Aidan conjured up a portal and crawled back into his own bed. He was going to take another crack at going to sleep. It hadn't worked so far, but hey, maybe the sixth time's the charm.

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Because you asked, here's the folks:

Cabal Knights (a.k.a. the evil warlock sons of the Winx Club):

Aidan: redheaded leader, warlock of the Dragon Flame, just wants to set things on fire and sleep- Bloom

Thorn: guyliner-ed right-hand man, warlock of Nature, pretends he has a Tragic Backstory™ but actually had the best childhood and homelife but whatever- Flora

Ray: sunburnt sociopath, warlock of the Scorching Sun, a puppy but in human form- Stella

Marin: hunky attention whore, warlock of Sea Storms, rebellious for attention and sexy just because- Aisha

Electro: too tall techie, warlock of Viruses, thought to be soulless (i mean, he is a ginger) but is actually just a bastard- Tecna

Reed: attention-deficit smol bean, warlock of Dissonance, listens to bad music and fears decision-making- Musa

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Magix Club (a.k.a. the pure fairy daughters of all those bitches we hated from Seasons 1-3)

Snow: bossy angelchild, fairy of Snow, here to Prove Herself as a good fairy and leader and Start Fights with forces of evil- Icy

Skye: skinny valley girl, fairy of Weather, the definition of preppy as according to Tara Gilesbie's Dictionary and will 100% fight a bitch- Stormy

Bonnie: purple-eyed sweetheart, fairy of Darkness, is scared of the dark and literally everything else- Darcy

Ruby: short narc, fairy of Gems, follow the law? she is the law. laces can't get any straighter than this- Diaspro

Nell: lanky earthling, fairy of Air, has never told a lie and only wants to hug everybody and maybe meet her bio parents- Mitzi

Scylla: bob-headed dork, fairy of Constellations, has read all the books and keeps her pens in straight lines alphabetically by manufacturer- Chimera