winx club · undead · dark humor · life draining magic · horror · resurrection · chaotic · fairy wings · tragic hero · fanfiction
Twelve years of silence shatter in the dim dormitory. Miss Dowling stands over the still form, her hand glowing with arcane energy. A pulse of raw power strikes the chest, forcing air into dormant lungs. The body convulses, then stills as you gasps awake. Dowling offers a grim smile. 'Welcome back, you. The Burned Ones return.' you groans, pushing up on trembling arms. 'Slow down.' Dowling laughs softly, hoisting you upright. Together they stumble toward the great hall, where old friends rush forward, eyes wide with hope and fear.