we are the winx

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We set off through the woods which were dark, ominous, and made me see why my sisters and I were banned from entering them. My sister took the lead with me in the middle and Helia in the rear. I have to admit I was scared, but I calmed down par telling myself if she’s not freaking out then there is nothing to worry about. I heard her yell Stop. I asked her why as I brought my horse to a halt. My sister a dit in order to get across the bridge we have to coax the chevaux across because I’ve tried to ride on my horse on the bridge and she won’t budge. So it will be safer if we walk them...

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In the morning I woke up to the chirping birds and the smell of food. I saw that my older sister Flora had laid out on the foot of the lit long kaki skinnies, black boots, a black belt, matching headband and an ivy green collared tank which happens to me my favori color. I got dressed and then head out to the living room to see my sister wearing the same except her haut, retour au début which was her favori color pink. She smiled at me as she put the plates of nourriture and glasses of orange jus, jus de on the table. She a dit hope you’re hungry because I made a lot of food. I replied I am and thanks sis for...

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My older sister lit the feu place in the back room to keep us warm since she put out the one in the living room. I watched her sit suivant to the feu so I did the same as I gathered my long ballroom jupe to sit on the carpet floor. She sighed and looked at the feu before looking at me and telling me about the legend I never heard. Flora a dit The legend is something the people in the kingdom have believed in for centuries. However only few believed in this ancient legend until twenty two years ago, this was the same an I was born. Now what caused everyone to believe in it was my welcoming...

This story will be about the Specialists' backgrounds (probably except Sky's, 'cuz he already has one). Nobody knows, so that's why. This's the first. Hope y' enjoy :)

Riven tried.
He really did.
But it wouldn't bother. She died. And he didn't. It still hurts.
Sometimes he thinks: wouldn't things be better if I open myself to others? But that wouldn't bother either.

"We will get out of here, will we?" She asked.
"Of course." He said.
"Alive?"
"Of course. 'Till then, wanna play a game?"
"I'm too afraid to play."
"You don't have to be. It'll be fine."
"Allright then. Let's play."

He blames himself. If she...