The Winx and the Specialists are now within a 100 mile radius of the Island of Stars...

"This is strange," Tecna a dit warily. "We're almost to the island, and no opportunities to earn our Lunarix have come up yet!"
"Maybe we just have to wait and see!" a dit Digit, her helpful, quirky pixie pal. "This is probably the one thing toi can't calculate with numbers."
"There are plenty of things toi can't calculate with numbers," Tune snapped. "Like etiquette, for example. And speaking of etiquette, it's rude to try to calculate everything, especially things that can't be calculated!"
Musa laughed and wrapped Tune in a little hug. "I like the way toi think."
The little pixie beamed. Bloom smiled at their innocent conversation.
Lockette flew right in front of her face and smiled. "You haven't a dit anything, Bloom!"
"Just thinking, I guess," she sighed. "It's just that-"
WHOMP!
The airship careened violently to the right. Shrieks filled the cabin.
"Timmy, what's happening?" yelled Riven.
"I have no clue!" cried Timmy. "Something seems to be jammed in the engine!" He turned to his friends. "Can one of toi go check it out?"
"Brandon and I will go," Helia volunteered right away.
"Hurry! We're going to crash!" shouted Sky.
Brandon and Helia ran into the engine room. Stella and Flora hurried after them.
"Be careful, sweetie!" Stella shrieked. "Don't get hurt!"
The roaring engine was sputtering wildly. Helia and Brandon poked around for a while, carefully maneuvering around the shaking engine.
"Got it!" Helia sprung up a few secondes later holding a glowing arrow. The feather was red, and the tip was made of gold. "Ow!" Suddenly, he let it go and grabbed his hand. "Ow, ow!" He gingerly rubbed the bright red burn on his hand.
As Flora ran over to check on him, Bloom stumbled into the room. "What was it?"
Brandon ripped off a scrap of his blue cape and carefully held up the arrow. "We found this jammed inside. Tons of them, in fact. I think we're fine now that it's out of-"
CRASH!
"Too late!" Bloom screamed as the entire airship rumbled wildly across a hard surface before screeching to a halt.

Ember grinned and lowered her bow. Her sisters' storm of arrows had hit just where she wanted it to. The engine of the huge airship. She watched with savage Glee as it went down several hundred miles from the island.
"What do we do if they get any closer?" asked Echo.
"My amazone, amazon sisters will have their bows and spears ready. Now let's go warn Stalene."
The rest of the Amazons darted back into the summer rainforest and out of sight. Ember followed.
In the meantime, Echo quickly flew to the lagoon in the center of the island. She pulled out a cartable, sacoche from her ceinture and scattered a handful of purple dust on the surface of the glowing water.
A ring of silver bubbles burst to life on the surface. And Alena, the siren who guarded the lagoon, rose up to the surface. She had pale skin and black, black hair that was twisted on haut, retour au début of her head and secured with a net of pearls, flowers, and thick threads of sea silk.
Echo bent down to Alena and whispered, "Sing."

Bloom coughed and struggled to rise to her feet. Her body was wracked and feeble from the airship's violent crash. She stood up and silently remarked the bruises on her legs. She remembered being tossed out of the airship and then narrowly escaping death as it screeched to a halt inches away from her nose.
Suddenly, as though the crash wasn't enough, a haunting song sounded from miles away. But it was loud and clear. First, a female voice began saying something in a language they couldn't understand.
But it clearly sounded like a warning.
Then, a song, beautiful, but deadly, began to work its way inside all of their heads in the form of pale blue waves, like Musa's magic. Bloom surrendered at once, curling herself into a ball and pressing her hands into her ears like she was trying to crush her skull.
That was another one of her weaknesses, she realized.
Everyone else tried to battle as well, but then they all assumed Bloom's fetal position. Even that wasn't helping.
Bloom hoped Musa, who was unaffected par the song, could track down the singer and stop it from continuing. But, a deadly high note sounded, and she too, dropped down and gave up.

"That's enough," a dit Echo.
Alena stopped her magical song and slid back under the water, out of sight.
Echo turned to Ember. "I will talk to Stalene. toi go and call Averil."
Averil was the deadly goddess of war and turmoil. She resided in a cave deep inside the winter sector of the island. Ember was sure that Averil would find whoever was intruding the island area and blow them into the far reaches of the universe.

A dark figure with a silver tail of light, like a glowing black comet, zoomed towards Bloom.
Maybe someone would help them. Instinctively, she stood up, and on wobbly feet, she struggled to raise her arms and wave.
Then, the figure got closer. Suddenly, Bloom let out a little screech.
This person was obviously not here to help them.
Bloom could clearly tell that she was a goddess.
Bloom would die.
Her Friends would die.
Everyone would die.