Hello again, everyone. Against great odds, I have finally finished the Zenith of Corruption fan fiction today! (For some odd reason, this one was the hardest to finish.) Therefore, today is the beginning of Fanfic Week, in which I will display four of my original, never-before-seen fanfictions. This is the first action that the rainbow FICTION system have seen in quite a while, but this is just the beginning. Zenith of Corruption, The Elements of Harmonix, and Black Gold will all continue to run in serial format, so check back in a few weeks and your favorite might have a new part published! There will also be a standalone fanfiction called Riven’s Requiem that will show the true history behind the Specialist band. Once all three of the continuing fanfics have been published, I’ll create a poll so that you can vote on your favorite one. So, without further ado, let’s kick Fanfic Week off with Zenith of Corruption, the fanfic you’ve all been waiting for!
Zenith of Corruption
Part One: The Four Seekers
Gentle sunbeams began to flow into an Alfea dorm room, despite the dark curtain that was supposed to block out their entry. A high-pitched noise sounded, breaking the delicate glass vial on the dresser. The faint outlines of a holographic image appeared from nowhere. In short, this was not going to be a good morning.
“What is with all of this?” muttered a figure in one of the beds. She was still half-asleep, and her orange hair still exhibited the messiness of slumber. “Can’t a moon fairy get some rest every now and again?”
“Faragonda needs us,” her roommate stated simply. She was a quiet sort, and unlike the other fairy, was definitely a morning person, as her platinum blonde hair had already been tied up and her morning chores already finished.
“How can you get up this early on the weekends?” the other fairy groaned. “It’s six-thirty, and she expects us to get up from our nice Saturday sleep-in time? What right does she have to do that?!”
“Um, Nova, she’s kind of the headmistress.”
It was Nova’s fourth year at Alfea, and she was looking forward to leaving. As a Solarian moon fairy, she definitely wouldn’t be expected to work mornings. She’d spent most of her third year dreaming about fighting sea monsters and rogue witches, rather than just sitting in a room half-awake. Though her roommate, Galatea, wasn’t bad. Sure, she could be a bit annoying at times, with her habit of waking up at the worst times to play music that Nova didn’t really want to hear as she slept, but the two became unlikely friends. However, she couldn’t argue with her. Galatea just knew her far too well.
The two roommates transformed and flew straight to the headmistress’s office. The two now had their Charmix forms: Galatea’s had a bass clef pin and a violin-shaped purse, and Nova’s had a star-shaped pin and a magenta circular purse, whose swirled details made it look like a faraway galaxy seen through a telescope. Nova looked absentmindedly at her light pink, butterfly-like wings that framed her gold-and-black sleeveless dress. How long will it be, she thought, before they would actually see battle? How long would it be before she got her own adventure?
“I know it’s rough,” Galatea spoke. “After all, a lot of fairies earned their Enchantix so quickly, and you’ve been stuck in here. But you do know what this meeting could be about?”
“Yeah,” Nova answered, “but I’m not getting my hopes up. No way could I have been drawn. I don’t think Grizelda’s that fond of me.”
« Il y a beaucoup des feés que Grizelda n’aime pas, » a tiny voice intoned. « Elle est toujours grognon. Alors, ne vous inquiétez pas. Vous êtes une bonne fée. N’oubliez jamais ça. »
“That would be a lot more comforting if I actually knew what that meant,” Nova retorted, looking straight to the figure behind the voice, a pixie with a blue, white, and red dress, brown eyes, and long, wavy brown hair. She had followed the two fairies along with Nova’s pixie, Glim. Second-year fairies were now taken to the Pixie Village as a field trip.
“She was trying to tell you that most fairies annoy Grizelda and that you really are a good fairy,” Galatea answered. “That’s a rough translation, actually.”
The two were now inside the office and were about to talk to Miss Faragonda when one of the other occupants, a pink-haired fairy with heart-shaped wings that could instantly be identified as the Earth fairy Roxy, suddenly spoke.
“Whoa!” she yelled. “Your pixie speaks French?!”
“We use a similar language for music on Melody,” Galatea answered. “I’ve never actually been able to tell the real language she speaks, though.”
“That’s interesting, that she speaks an Earth language,” Roxy continued. “Luckily, most people here speak English, but I didn’t know that pixies could use other languages. I wasn’t able to shake mine either.” She pointed to her pixie, Zing, who had followed her also.
“Her name is Éponine,” the Melody princess replied. “So, do you know why we were called here?”
“Faragonda had already talked about it with Mirta and me.” She pointed to the red-haired fairy on the other side of the room, who waved to the others with a nervous smile. “You guys were running late, so Faragonda told me to discuss it with you—“
“There’s no need,” Miss Faragonda answered, coming back into the room. “I was simply gathering the other students who are coming with you.”
“With us?” Nova asked. “Where are we going? And why?”
“You four were drawn to participate in the annual Enchantix Retreat,” Faragonda explained. “Originally, only third-years and higher could participate, but since we’ve been trying to get our graduation rates up, we’ll try taking a second-year like Roxy along to see what happens.
“As you know, these retreats were set up in order to test your skills in such a way that the Virtual Reality Chamber cannot. While some fairies can venture between realms to increase their chance of earning their Enchantix, you unfortunately have not yet had the opportunity to do so. For the next month or so, you will go to a realm that is currently unstable. Your goal is simple: try to keep the peace and help its citizens. The first few days will be the hardest, as those are the observation days. You may watch, but you cannot fight, no matter how dire the circumstances are.”
Faragonda paused slightly and continued, “Now I will present you with the other members of your team.” She gestured to a fairy with a dark green updo and a silver transformation outfit designed to resemble circuitry and to another with short magenta hair and an elaborate purple-and-green transformation.
“You four will be going to Zenith,” Faragonda stated matter-of-factly.
“Zenith?!” questioned Galatea. “But isn’t that a prosperous realm? After all, they produce most of the technology in Magix.”
“Yes, but there is a skewed balance of powers there,” Faragonda started. “It started years ago when King Cryos developed a mysterious illness. The doctors couldn’t cure it, even with the most advanced technology in Zenith. If the citizens were to have found out about his condition, they would begin to lose faith in their technology, and it would have made the kingdom appear weak to others. The real King Cryos has been bedridden for years, so a robot was created in his image. Its speech was determined by a special message-sending keyboard that only Cryos had access to.
“However, as his illness escalated, he began to confide more and more in his advisor, Eigen, who wished to use Zenith’s technology not to aid its people, but rather to conquer other lands. He claimed it was in order to expand Cryos’ reign, but as time passed, it became clear that Eigen was planning a coup against his own king. This caused the people of Zenith to turn against one another, and fighting between Cryos supporters and Eigen supporters continues to this day. To make matters even worse, Eigen has gained access to the Cryos robot, and is using it to advance his agenda. The first time he gained control of it, he used it to tell the Sovereigns’ Council that he would not participate in their plans. Now control of it sways back and forth between both parties. However, as long as Eigen is around, he’ll try to take down Cryos—which could mean trouble for all realms if he succeeds. Zenith has been a strong ally for so long that they would have both the advantage of surprise and that of weaponry.”
“That’s where we come in,” Mirta commented. “In such a war-torn land, it seems very likely that even the tourists might not be safe.”
“And if they’re from our realm, that means we can finally get our Enchantix!” Nova rejoiced.
The other fairies stared at her for several minutes until the green-haired girl replied, “Sheesh, don’t get your hopes up too much. Not only is Zenith completely harmless to outside travelers, but with our technology the way it is, we don’t even rely on Enchantix fairies as much as you people in other realms do. We can equip you with so many devices that by the time you’re through, you have practically the same capabilities.”
“So why did you even come to Alfea in the first place?” Nova retorted. “Obviously you just think you can take the easy way out. Or did you just want to come here so that you’d look better to society?!”
“Nova, Theta, please stop arguing,” Faragonda interrupted. “Theta and Tecna will be your guides through Zenith, so you must try your best to get along with them.”
“Sorry, Faragonda,” Nova continued. “I don’t care too much for snooty girls like her, but I’ll try my best for you.”
“I’m not snooty,” Theta sniffed. “I was just trying to be honest about my roots. I went to Alfea because I wanted more of a challenge than most other people from Zenith were willing to give me. I’m a very competitive type, you know. And who knows? I wouldn’t mind trying to earn my Enchantix before you.”
“You’re on,” Nova answered.
“Don’t take me so seriously,” Theta spoke. “That was just me pretending to be snooty. As much as I like a challenge, I don’t care if it takes me twenty years to earn my Enchantix. Anything to make people respect me for more than just being a spectrum fairy—“
“You’re a spectrum fairy?” Galatea questioned. “Weren’t they in one of your Magix Geographic magazines, Nova? Aren’t they the ones that—“
“—drew their powers from the electromagnetic spectrum before anyone else even discovered its existence?” Nova finished. “To answer, yes, yes, they most certainly are. Do you have any idea what this means? To illustrate, the average Solarian fairy only has the power of visible light taken from the sun or moon, but spectrum fairies take it even further to its invisible levels: radio, microwave, infrared, ultraviolet, x-rays, and gamma rays. Which mean more focused telepathy, superhuman vision of any kind which, coupled with radar capabilities, translates to unmatched tracking ability! Not to mention temperature calibration and concentrated radiation. They are a scientific marvel!”
Again, everyone stared at Nova in complete shock for several minutes.
“You do realize I don’t have all those powers yet,” Theta bluntly stated. “Fairies like me only reach that stage when they earn Enchantix.”
“My powers are the same way,” Mirta answered. “Since I started off as a witch, I can only use simple fairy magic. I don’t even know what my power source is yet.”
“Sorry about that,” Nova chuckled. “Not a lot of people know this, but I’m really passionate about science. The reason no one knows it is because, well, I’m a girly girl. I look up celebrity gossip, but really, I just do that to practice researching. And for the record, Magix Geographic is the only magazine I actually subscribe to. I just read the other articles online.”
“As nice as it is to get to know each other,” Tecna interrupted, “we should probably get going. I have a way for us to get a shortcut to Zenith. But there’s a catch—you can’t retract your wings until we get there.”
“Why is that?” Roxy wondered.
Insert several plays of the Sirenix song and several Winx hiatuses here. On second thought, skip the hiatuses. No one likes them.
“Somehow,” Roxy whispered, “I didn’t imagine we would have to swim this much to get there.”
«Vous n’êtes pas un lutin,» Éponine answered. «Alors, ce ne sera pas difficile pour toi.»
“I heard that,” Roxy replied.
“I heard it too,” Zing agreed. “But I couldn’t understand it!”
“Okay, we should be out of the Infinite Ocean…now,” Tecna announced. “It is now safe to breathe and break the water magic.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Nova sighed. “We were lost in there for so long that I thought I was going to turn into a mermaid. And of course, it doesn’t help that Theta just randomly disappeared while we were in there.”
“She’s gone?!” Galatea asked in shock.
“I know, right? Now we don’t know where we should sleep, not to mention that her tracking skills could’ve helped us! Some guide she was!”
“Now, let’s all stay calm,” Tecna advised as the younger fairies got out of the water. “She told me that she needed to stop by and get something in Zenith before we arrive, so I tried to transport her straight to Zenith.”
“Why couldn’t you have done that in the first place?!” Nova sighed.
“Technology fairies and water magic do not quite mesh well,” Tecna replied. “Just like how, if you drop your cell phone in the water, it short-circuits and stops working. As such, I do not pick Sirenix skills up as quickly as other fairies do.”
“But more importantly, we need to know the time,” Roxy said. “If we still have time, we could check into a hotel for a night and find Theta tomorrow for our actual residence.”
“I’m a moon fairy, so I should be able to calibrate the time by looking at the correlation between the satellite up there and the stars down there. By the satellite’s position, we should be able—Why do I keep getting weird looks today?!”
Nova sighed and clarified, “I’m going to look at the moon is to estimate the time. Since the moon is so high up, it must be midnight. And inertia is a property of matter.”
“But what does that last sentence have to do with the situation?” Tecna questioned. “Wait, did you just say midnight?!”
“I’m getting tired, and that was the only other ‘scientific’ thing I could think of,” Nova sighed. “But for that matter, what does midnight have to do with anything?”
The Sirenix fairy pointed to the sky, which was beginning to crowd with a huge cluster of fairies. Some held weapons and some looked as though they were about to use a spell, but none of them seemed to look friendly, and all seemed as though they were about to attack.
“There must be thousands of them!” Nova shouted as the army flew further and further down. “I hope the law of inertia tells them to stop moving, because Faragonda said we couldn’t use our powers!”
“Oh, great,” Roxy muttered. “I hope Faragonda would understand, because if we don’t use our powers, we might not get the chance to pay the rest of our tuition!”
“There’s only one thing on Zenith that’s absolutely constant,” Tecna whispered as she prepared to fight. “The sooner you learn that, the better. Stay on this realm as long as you’d like, as long you aren’t out after hours.
“Because at midnight every night, the air raids begin.”
To be continued…
Note: For those actually curious, here are the English translations for the two phrases Éponine says.
1. “There are a lot of fairies who Grizelda doesn’t like. She’s always grumpy. So, don’t worry. You are a good fairy. Never forget that.”
2. “You’re not a pixie, so it won’t be difficult for you.”