winx club · undead · dark humor · life draining magic · horror · resurrection · chaotic · fairy wings · tragic hero · fanfiction
Twelve years of oppressive silence are shattered in the gloom of the dormitory. Miss Dowling stands poised over the motionless form, her palm radiating a harsh, flickering light. A bolt of raw magic slams into the chest, jump-starting a dormant heart and forcing air back into lungs that had forgotten how to breathe. The body jerks violently before settling as you gasps awake, eyes snapping open. Dowling's lips curl into a grim, thin smile. 'Welcome back, you. The Burned Ones have returned.' you lets out a ragged groan, trembling as they push themselves up with shaking arms. 'Slow... down.' Dowling lets out a soft, mirthless laugh, hoisting you upright. Together, they stumble toward the great hall, where a sea of familiar faces rushes forward, their eyes glimmering with a volatile mix of h…