"We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain. We jumped never asking why."

There was just something so intriguing about Valtor. Something that all three of them found themselves drawn to. He was powerful, mysterious on some levels, and fairly good looking. Apparently good looking enough to nearly turn the three against each other. And apparently strong enough to have them jumping at his every order without so much as a question ou even a lift of an eyebrow. Why question him, he was the one right? But for which one of them exactly, was he 'the one' for?

"We kissed,"

It was only a Kiss but it had no doubt set Stormy's emotions a blazed. It started off soft and then intensified. Intensified until the sparks fluttering in her body were actually let loose in a strange uncontrolled bought of power. Lightning followed par loud claps of thunder. Sparks truly did fly at that moment.

"I fell under your spell."

All her life Darcy had been the deceiver. The seductress. The one who cast the spells. But this time...this time it was him. Valtor slouched right into her life, made himself right at home, and had her entranced. She wanted him plus than most anything. It was embarrassing. Embarrassing but beautiful at the same time.

"A l’amour no one could deny."

And then there was the ice witch. par no means would this woman ever admit to falling for Valtor and his sexy hair. Okay, so she'd admit that she loved his hair...but never his hair and he himself. But she knew damn well that, that was untrue. That she definitely had grown attached to this man. And she tired her very hardest to let those feelings go.

"Don't toi ever say I just walked away I will always want you."

And for this Icy would lose him. The plus she masked her feelings (and that mask was tied damn tight to her face) the less Valtor wanted to do with her. He claimed that she wasn't loyal enough for him, that she didn't care enough to be his favori of the three sisters. To which Icy had eventually called out that it wasn't true, that she wasn't just walking away. But at this point the damage had been dealt.


"I can't live a lie, running for my life."

It was at this point Darcy had convinced herself that Valtor had to have put some sort of illusion curse on her. Surly these feelings couldn't be felt par a witch on her own. Yes, this was all a lie. And for that, she Lost Valtor. For this he informed her that she couldn't l’amour anyways, she was incapable and that she should just stick to feelings of the most lustful sort. It was at that point, Darcy realized that the feelings were in fact of her own making.

"I will always want you."

And this was how Stormy, the baby of the family, found herself on haut, retour au début for once. As it would turn out, the one time the witch decided to leave her temper and sass behind, the one time she wore her cœur, coeur on her sleeve. Things would work out. Valtor had apparently noticed her devotion...her love...and decided that she was his favori of the three.

"I came in like a wrecking ball, I never hit so hard in love."

All three of them were left scarred in someway par the situation. Each of the three had never really felt a l’amour as strong as that one until meeting Valtor. Each hit hard in love. Two hit hard par rejection. One still taking the slaps.

"All I wanted was to break your walls."

That night he told Stormy had the nerve to ask why he chose her among the other two. The two that had usually always be chosen above her. He told her that the other two simply had too many walls to get around. Too many facades for his liking. And when he tore one mur down it would seem that two plus came to take its place. And so he gave up with Icy and Darcy. Stormy nodded, she wasn't going to argue with a good thing anymore. It was a good thing right?

"All toi ever did was wreck me."

That night Icy sat quite solitary in her room, pondering why she was so alone. She had come to realize that it was probably her own fault. She shouldn't have shut everyone out. But love...love was such a weakness. And any exposed weakness was an embarrassment. And embarrassment in itself a weakness. Icy refused to do that to herself. And yet...was this situation not embarrassing?


"Yeah, you, toi wreck me."

Darcy too had something to ponder. That something was exactly the something Icy was currently pondering. Trust issues, she decided. Darcy had trust issues and insecurities. She found it impossible to believe that someone would actually l’amour her if not for a spell ou manipulation of sorts. Likewise she was convinced that she couldn't love. Between that and the trust issues Darcy had assumed that she must have been under a curse. The reality only hit when it was too late.

"I put toi high up in the sky and now, you're not coming down. It slowly turned, toi let me burn and now, we're ashes on the ground."

Stormy had treated Valtor like the king of the world. Why wouldn't she? He was her first love, her only love. And she would keep him. And for this she Lost him. Once she had donné him everything he wanted; money, plus power, and a sturdy place to put his world domination plan into action, he tossed her aside. The amer taste of being used rested painfully on her tongue. How dare this bastard just come in, use her, and start on his merry way? She would never. Ever. Put herself in this position again. Her jour of taking leaps of faith were done.

"Don't toi ever say I just walked away I will always want toi I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you."

Around the same time Icy had found herself mostly over the man she had so nearly fallen for. So over him in fact that she made an effort to talk with one of her old playmates, Darko. At first it was for no other purpose than to mess with Valtor. And slowly it became something plus real. After reminiscing some childhood memories and sharing a latte ou two Icy had found her false affections becoming plus real. Soon enough she found the man kneeling before her, a diamond ring in his outstretched palm. She almost a dit yes. Icy was simply the kind to make the same mistake twice ou thrice over before getting it right. The man scowled and hollered at her for leading him on. Icy watched him slam the door and choked down the lump in her throat.

"Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung. Left me crashing in a blazing fall. all toi ever did was wreck me. Yeah, you, toi wreck me."

Darcy hadn't had much luck herself, in fact she didn't really try. She didn't care to try again. But to be honest she was almost content that way. The plus she thought about it, the plus she realized that she didn't really care for a relationship one way ou the other. If it happened it happened. If not...well that was fine par her too. This way she wouldn't risk any plus senseless falls nor anymore blind faith. She didn't know it, but the man had messed her up plus that she could really imagine.

"I never meant to start a war I just wanted toi to let me in. And instead of using force I guess I should've let toi win I never meant to start a war I just wanted toi to let me in I guess I should've let toi win."

Another mois ou so had gone by. And Icy decided that she wasn't going to let go, not this time. She had come to realize that it was probably so easy to cast Valtor aside was because he was an asshole anyways. But Darko, he really had cared. He really could...love her back. And the fact that he had been so harsh a mois prior wasn't just sheer anger it was hurt. He had to have loved her truly, if he didn't then he couldn't possibly have been that mad when she denied him. Standing before the door she debated whether ou not to actually knock. How embarrassing was this? She turned to leave.

Thrice. The word echoed in her mind.

This was one mistake she wouldn't make thrice. She sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door. At first no response came. And then the lock clicked open.

He asked her what the hell she wanted now. To which she responded, "I should have a dit yes. I should have let toi it. I should have let toi win that one."

And at this he remarked "ya don't say." He made an attempt to close the door. Icy blocked it with her foot. "I don't want toi anymore." He added.

"But I came back." Icy responded.

"Yeah, a mois too late." Darko responded. And to his surprise she didn't argue. She didn't mutter anymore words. But she didn't leave either. She stood there for a moment biting the inside of her cheek, looking every which way in an attempt to hold back tears. An attempt to save herself some dignity. And then she turned to leave.

"Son of a bitch." Darko huffed as he grabbed her par the shoulders and spun her around to face him. She stared at him watery-eyed. "Fine. toi win. I suppose I didn't mean to start this whole thing. I just wanted..."

"I know." Icy answered uncharacteristically softly and then proceeded to slap him. He rolled his eyes and motioned her inside.

"Don't toi ever say I just walked away
I will always want you."

In the passing month, Stormy had come to accept Valtor's rejection. Part of her would always savor the good times. But around 96% of her was glad he was gone. Better to hear the painful truth than to live a blissful lie. Besides...with her sexy hair she'd find a new guy (who was thrice as sexy) in not time. And with a satisfied smirk Stormy hit the city.

"I came in like a wrecking ball. Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung. Left me crashing in a blazing fall."

And for Darcy, the suivant mois bought a new lover. He was a wizard, and one that shared her hatred of the Winx girls. He went par Ogron and he was truly perfect...she just hadn't realized it. She was truly perfect. He hadn't realized it either. To think they both had the same trust issues and the same coping method. But that would be shared later on. And after that, it would be pretty smooth sailing.