Let me tell you about Fanfiction. But first we must explain the term: fandom.
Fandom: the fans of a particular person, team, fictional series, etc., regarded collectively as a community or subculture. (thanks Google)
Or pretty much the heart and soul of tumblr. I wouldn't encourage entering that domain.
One of the major things fans in fandoms do is they write fanfiction, stories based off of their favorite book/movie/anime/tv show and they take the characters and world into their own hands and make it all of their own. There is a whole entire website dedicated to the dangerous world of fanfiction. Can you guess what it is called? You go it, fanfiction.net
And I'm writing one myself. Yep, I'm one of those people.
What fandom am I writing for? Oh you're just going to love it: Winx Club. The cartoon about fairies and magic and high school and the power of friendship. Yay!
And so, I've included a whole entire chapter of my fanfiction: The Broken Hearted Wizard. It's in the middle of my story, but it's one of my favorite chapters. It's a flashback that explains sort of the villain's backstory and how he came to be as evil as he is. The villain is Valtor, obviously, and he is one of my all time favorite characters in the Winx Club series. Enjoy!
Valtor
stepped quietly into the cave, it had been a long time since he had been here.
He had been with his mothers for the past century capturing magical artifacts,
but he was ready to rest for a while. He waved his hand and magically in the
back corner of the cave a bed appeared. He collapsed onto it and breathed in
deeply, it felt nice to take a vacation.
He closed his eyes, breathing in
the fresh Domino air that blew in from the mouth of the cave. His mothers
didn’t enjoy the fresh air like he did, it was always a special treat when they
let him go to spend time alone. He always chose to stay at Domino, it was where
he had been created, where he was born, and in an odd way, it was the closest
thing he had to home.
His thoughts were suddenly
disrupted by giggles. His eyes jolted open, someone was disturbing him. He frowned when he sat up
and saw a small toddler aimlessly wandering into the cave. Her fiery red curls
bounced up and down as she hummed a tune only known to herself. She looked to
be about three or four years old, and she was dressed in a bright pink flouncy
dress.
“It’s a royal.” He thought to himself. He watched the girl
wander from one distraction into another. She lifted her eyes and her eyes
latched onto his. He shrunk away, he didn’t want her to see him.
Her
bright gold eyes widened when she saw him and her small, chubby fingers reached
out to him, her giggles louder. She started to speak, but Valtor had never
associated with young children before. They were fragile and annoying to him.
“Leave.” He commanded. He
pointed to the mouth of the cave. But the little girl rushed closer and closer
to him. “No, don’t come any closer.” He shouted, but the little girl didn’t
seem to be frightened of him at all, and before he could object, her small arms
were wrapped around his leg. He was tempted to kick her away, but he looked
down at her and saw her sweet smile, looking up at him and his whole body
seemed to have melted. He felt so weak and useless as he stiffly watched the
girl play with his boots and the hem of his coat.
“Marion, where are you sweetie?”
A shout came from outside the cave. The little girl didn’t seem to listen.
Marion. So that was the little girl’s name. He looked out the cave and saw two
figures in the distant looking for their lost daughter. He glanced down again
at the small child. For a moment, he felt jealous of the girl. She had two
parents that cared for her and loved her. He had never experienced that ever.
His mothers created him simply for the purpose to claim magic, there was no
love involved in their relationship. He wondered what it might be like to have
a mother and a father who cared about you. But he quickly shook the thought
away. If he was like this girl, he would never be the powerful wizard he was
now. He heard another shout from Marion’s mother and he gently pushed the girl
away.
“Someone is looking for you.” He
tried to speak more gently, but it came out more like a growl. The little girl
didn’t budge but instead climbed up his leg and rested in his lap, she sunk her
fingers into his long hair. He sighed, exasperated as he continuously tried and
tried to get her to leave. But the little girl kept climbing around him,
pulling at his hair and coat and giggling the whole time.
He muttered under his breath before
finally flicking his wrist and magically forcing the girl to let go. She gently
hovered away from him as he guided her to the mouth of the cave and away from
him. He stayed in the shadows and watched as the girl finally turned away from
him and in leaps and bounds, ran to her parent’s arms.
He watched as the child’s
parents ran to her and held her in their embrace before they each grabbed one
of her hands and swung her between each other. He could hear her giggles still,
and his lips twitched into a smile.
****
Six Years Later
Lost in thought, Valtor thought about the
little girl that had touched his heart so many years ago and wondered where she
could be. He hadn’t visited Domino since that last time, but it felt about the
right time to return and store the artifacts and spells that he had collected
the past six years. He felt a twinge of excitement to be taking a break from
all the work he had been doing. It was nice though; his mothers hadn’t spoken
to him in those past six years which meant he could return to Domino without
punishment. He hated that even centuries later, he felt more like a slave than
a son to his mothers. But that was how their relationship functioned.
He breathed in deeply as soon as
he stepped into his familiar cave. It would be easy to find an empty castle or
mansion to claim as his own, but he had found this cave when he was much
younger and was needing time away from his mothers. Even to this day, his
mothers did not know the location of his cave and he liked it like that.
The first thing he did as soon
as he was well rested and had taken his fill of food, was wander the fields
just beyond his cave and below the Castle Village. Not very many people visited
the fields, apparently their lives were too busy for such trivial things. But
Valtor found the empty fields relaxing and would spend most of his spare time
meditating. He had been taught by an old man long ago how to allow meditation
to bring focus to your thoughts. The man had long since passed away, since
Valtor was in fact immortal.
Sitting on a smooth boulder near
a gurgling stream, Valtor’s busy thoughts drifted to nothing as he allowed his
body to relax.
“Princess, maybe it’s best if we
stay in the village!” A voice shouted in the distance.
Valtor regretfully opened his
eyes and saw the little girl that had wandered into his cave six years ago
running across the stream, and recklessly through the sunflowers, laughing
without restraint. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was probably ten
or eleven years old now. But her bright gold eyes and infectious grin gave her
away easily. A tubby old woman was huffing after her, flustered.
He gracefully slid off the
boulder and sat hidden behind the tall grass and watched as Marion, the
princess, danced through the flowers. She was so happy, Valtor observed with
envy and curiosity. He had never really been intrigued by anyone so deeply.
What was so special about this little girl?
He bemusedly watched as Marion
managed to dodge the old woman that was gasping for breath but was still
chasing after her. Eventually, the woman gave up and collapsed in a heap and
exasperatedly watched the princess dance in circles, her face looking up at the
sun.
“Princess, please…let’s go!”
“Wait, Nana, I think I see
something over here!” Marion called out. Valtor craned his neck to see what she
was looking at. He frowned when he recognized the Roc’s nest. Thankfully the
mother Roc was gone, but her devilish babies were still too young to fly and he
could hear them rustling up there. He quickly untangled himself from the ground
and raced to stop her from climbing up the tree. Even though they may be just
baby Rocs, they were still vicious creatures. He ran around the length of the
field, so as not to be discovered. He focused his magic on the princess, trying
to persuade her to back away. But for some reason, she was stronger.
She lifted her foot and started
to haphazardly scramble up the rough trunk of the tree. He hesitated at the
edge of the field, should he show himself and pull her away or just use his
magic and possibly harm her? He raised his hand, ready to cast whatever spell
needed.
She was at least six feet up and
was creeping closer and closer to the nest. Her violet colored slippers were
slick against the wood and suddenly she felt no branch beneath her feet, she reached for the nearest
branch but gravity had already pulled her too far below any branches.
Valtor burst from out of the
field to catch her, but the ground had already caught her.
She
crumpled beneath the nest, shaken up, but unharmed. She lifted her head and for
a frozen moment Valtor towered over her. His arms were reaching downward to
help her up. He looked at her with deep concern.
“Princess! Where are you?”
Valtor whirls and could see the
top of the maid’s head bobbing up and down through the field. He locked eyes
with Marion before he turned away and ran back into the tall grass to take
cover. Right as he was well concealed, the maid broke free and kneeled next to
her.
“Marion! What were you thinking?
Oh no matter, I think we should go back to the castle.
Marion
sat in stunned silence, but finally nodded and followed her maid back towards
the castle. And invisible in the tall grass, Valtor watched.
****
For the next passing years,
Valtor returned to Domino often to see how the little princess was faring. She
was very accident prone, and multiple times Valtor played the guardian angel,
which he thought was ironic. His destiny was to destroy the good things like
Princess Marion, that was his purpose in life. But for some reason, he could
never imagine hurting the little princess.
But Marion didn’t stay a little
princess forever. By the time she was fourteen, she was already turning young
boy’s heads and considered the most beautiful woman on Domino. Valtor felt
jealous that Marion had the opportunity to attend school and grow up with
friends. He had been a child once, but he had lived alone with his mothers and
never got to go to school or even play. He had never experienced fun like children did. His definition of fun
was seeing a village claimed by his fires.
He was shocked to discover that
Marion was the bearer of the Dragon Fire, he was her opposite. But concern took
over when he watched her and realized she had no idea how to use magic, she was
terrible. He frowned when he saw classmates giggling at her failed attempts to
cast a spell, something would have to change soon…
****
“HELP! Please, someone!” A shout
echoed down a seemingly bottomless canyon. Hanging by only a single hand, the
young princess was waiting for her life to come to a sudden end. “Please! I’m
slipping!” She shouted. She attempted a spell, but only a small spark of magic
escaped her fingertips and it quickly plummeted to the ground far below, like
dandelion fluff.
As she felt her fingers slowly
lose their grip, a strong hand swallowed hers and effortlessly pulled her free
from the dangerous precipice. She heard a grunt as he flung her onto her feet
and coincidentally into his arms.
“Thank you so much!” Marion gasped between giant gulps of breath.
“I am forever in your debt!” She craned her neck up to see her savior.
The man looked ageless, his pale
hair grew past his waist and his eyes were piercing. His face was stern and
expressionless.
“It was nothing.” He breathed
before releasing her from his arms. He awkwardly stepped away from her.
“Wait a minute…” She breathed,
thinking. “I recognize your face! I’ve seen you before.”
Valtor said nothing.
The princess gasped. “You!
You’re the one that’s always been looking out for me! You saved me when I was
just a little girl, I was lost and you brought me back to my parents. And you
were there when I fell from that tree!”
The man flinched, “I’m surprised
you remember.”
“Who are you?” Her eyes
glistened. “And how is it you look exactly the same as you were so many years
ago?”
The man bowed, his coat
flourishing behind him. “I am Valtor, I’m immortal.”
“Immortal? Wizard?” The girl
grinned. “That must mean you can use magic!” She then suddenly frowned. “Oh! My
manners! I am Princess Marion of Domino!” She curtsied. “I don’t know magic
very well, and seeing that you are like my fairy godmother…sort of…maybe you
could help me?”
Valtor took a step away. “It’s
best if you do not get close to me, princess”
Marion smirked. “I don’t think
that’s true, I’ve seen you all my life, looking over me. You must be a good
guy.”
He smirked, “Princess, you are
still so innocent.”
She scowled. “Innocent! I’m
fifteen years old! Practically an adult.”
That made Valtor laugh out loud.
“How rude of me!”
“You haven’t answered my
question!” She jumped a step closer to him, her eyes pleading. “Can you teach
me magic? Please?”
He studied the young princess.
She was right, ever since that day when Marion – just a toddler – had pranced
into his lap, he had watched her from a distance, watching her grow. He
suddenly didn’t know how to feel, now that she knew he existed.
“Valtor?” She grinned. “Please?”
He sighed, how was it possible
for a young princess to twist his arm so easily? “Lessons begin tomorrow, meet
at the base of the castle’s hill at half past noon.”
“Aye aye!” She saluted and then
pranced away. “Thank you Valtor!”
The wizard watched the young
princess until she was a dot in the distance. His heart was pounding like a
thunderstorm inside his heart. It had been almost a year since he had last seen
her, and she was beautiful, stunning, even at fifteen.
“I mustn’t get distracted.” He
reminded himself as he hiked away from the cliff towards his cave that was
hidden perfectly on the side of an overshadowed hill. This had been his home
ever since Domino had been created. This was where he had been created. He
flexed his fingers and then, in one fluid motion, removed his coat and took a
seat on a bed that had suddenly appeared from nowhere. It was nice to be home
after such a long time, and he had seen Marion again.
****
“What
took you so long?” Valtor shouted to her when she met him in the woods.
“It took forever for my tutor to
fall asleep.” Marion groaned.
“You always use that excuse,
Marion.” Valtor chuckled.
“It’s true!” Marion punched him.
“Do you want to improve your
magic or not?” Valtor threatened, “because I can leave whenever.” He smiled,
waiting for Marion to react.
“Val-tor!” Marion whined, “Don’t
leave.”
“I won’t, you know I never
will.”
Marion was serious, “Never?”
Valtor’s grey eyes bored into
Marion’s wide green eyes, “I promise. I’ll stay with you forever.” He stared at
her for a moment and then broke his gaze. “Why don’t I teach you how to use an
enemy’s magic to your advantage.”
Marion moaned, “They never made
me do this at Alfea.” She collapsed on the cave floor, feigning exhaustion.
“Can’t we just sit and talk, Valtor?”
He said nothing, but gracefully
sat cross legged next to her. After just a few moments of silence, he turned to
her, “What would you like to talk about?”
Marion had just returned from
her first year at Alfea. Already he could see the powerful fairy she had
become. All Dragon Fire bearers were natural magic users, and it was common for
them to be late bloomers. He knew that she had had no reason to worry. She had
studied tirelessly with him before she left for Alfea every single day in his
cave. She was a natural at magic. And the year away from him had made her seem
even more beautiful than he remembered. Every day she was getting more and more
refined. He was beginning to miss having to rescue her now that she was so
graceful.
“How long have you been alive?”
She asked. She scooted a bit closer to him to listen easier. “And what made you
immortal?”
“I was born immortal. I was
created by three witches, they are my mothers.” He explained his creation, how
his mothers had taken the essence of the dark Dragon Fire, and how his destiny
is to become the most powerful wizard in the Magic Dimension.
“So you want to take over the
whole Dimension…and do what?” She asked. Her golden eyes were wide and
interested.
He hesitated, tilting his head
and taking his time to answer. “We want to control it, take the power as ours.”
“But why?”
He stopped. In all the centuries
he had been alive, he had never thought to ask them why they needed the power.
He had been created to follow their orders, and that was what he did.
“Valtor, you’re an adult, you
don’t have to obey them anymore.” She said with a smirk. He frowned, she had
just read his mind, he had felt her presence in his head. He had taught her
that just yesterday, and she had already mastered it. He was afraid to teach
her magic now that she was such a powerful fairy, her magic was different than
his, it was good and bright. His was dark magic, made from Dark Dragon Flame.
He didn’t want to corrupt her. He tried to teach her neutral spells, mind reading
was one of those.
He shook his head, “Yes, but I
am also just a creation. I’m different.”
She sat up straight and shook
her head vigorously. “No Valtor, you’re wrong. You don’t have to be stuck with
your mothers, you can be your own person. You can do what you want. If you don’t want to take over the
Dimension, you don’t have to.”
"But it is my birthright.” He
tried to make her understand.
She frowned, “Never mind, I
probably need to head back to the castle, or else my mother and father will be
worried. Good night, Valtor.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before
she skipped out of the cave.
His heart leapt up like a fish
leapt out of water and his whole body practically melted then. Was it possible
for him to change, to be his own person? If it meant spending more time with
Marion, he was willing to risk his life against his mothers for her.
****
Valtor and Marion, holding
hands, stretched out on the grass at night, looked up at the stars. It was
something they had done since the beginning of her first summer back from
Alfea. She had just returned for the weekend during her second year at Alfea.
There were some night when they never spoke a word. But Marion had a lot on her
mind that night.
“Valtor, is it scary having
witches for your mothers?” She asked.
Valtor sat in silence for a
moment, thinking. “No. They have taught me valuable things; things that will
help me to be victorious in claiming the Magic Dimension as ours.” He didn’t
say anything else, he knew that Marion didn’t like him talking about dark magic
and his destiny. She thought it was dangerous and that he was allowing himself
to be persuaded by his mothers. But it was his decision to follow that path.
“Is power all that matters?” She
asked.
“Yes.” He answered as if they
were making small talk. “If I don’t become the most powerful wizard in all of
the Dimension, my mothers will destroy me.”
“Don’t joke, Valtor.” She
scolded, “It’s not very funny.”
“It wouldn’t be funny even if it
was a joke.”
Marion looked him, eyes wide with fear,
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah, they have high
expectations for me.” Valtor said flatly, “And I know that I can succeed.”
"Valtor,” Marion tightened her
grip on his hand, “I don’t like this. Your mothers are mistreating you. No
mother should threaten their child, and you shouldn’t have to listen to them.
You can decide who you want to be, not who your mothers want you to be. You can
choose to be kind, and you don’t have to be the most powerful wizard to be loved
or respected. Aren’t I enough?”
Valtor felt his stomach flutter,
as it normally did when she said things like that, “Marion, I just-“ He sighed,
the truth was while he truly believed that his job was to become the most
powerful sorcerer, he was willing to change for Marion, to keep her by his side.
He didn’t ever want her to leave…he loved her.
“Why don’t you just say it out
loud silly?” Marion poked him, “You forget that I can read minds!”
Valtor smirked, “I taught you
that.”
“You are the best teacher
around.” Marion praised him, “and the best friend a princess could ever have.”
“You’re my best friend too.”
Valtor said, he stared into her eyes, never looking away. She was the most
beautiful woman. If he didn’t have his mothers around, he would leave his
entire destiny to become the greatest wizard behind and become the man Marion
always dreamed of marrying. But he couldn’t do that, it would put Marion at
risk.
Marion, still reading his
thoughts, touched his arm, “You wouldn’t put me in any risk, you’d keep me
safe, and I’d keep you safe, we’d be a team, Valtor.” She leaned in close, her
soft rose-scented lips tickling his ear, “Just remember to keep your promise.”
“I’ll never leave you, Marion.”
Valtor vowed. “I promise.”
Marion smiled, “Never?”
Valtor smiled back, “Never.”
****
“What is his name?” He seethed.
Marion had graduated from Alfea,
she was eighteen almost nineteen and absolutely ravishing. It was difficult for
Valtor to not stare at her for long periods of time. But today it wasn’t so
difficult. He had seen her with a man last night when she was supposed to be at
lessons with him. Jealousy was difficult thing to conceal for him.
“His name is Oritel.” She had
her arms folded and she was across the room from him. “He was a student at Red
Fountain.”
“And you two are…close friends?”
He pried maybe a bit too hard.
“Valtor, are you jealous?” She
asked defensively.
“Well, you kissed him…”He didn’t
finish his thought, it was too painful.
“Technically, he kissed me.” She
said. He caught the sparkle in her eyes when she said that.
“I don’t like him.” He breathed.
Her eyes met his, “That isn’t
fair, you haven’t even met him.”
“It doesn’t matter, I still
don’t like this Oritel.” Valtor fumed
as he slumped into his chair. “You didn’t answer my question, are you two close
friends.”
“Well I wouldn’t exactly say
we’re just friends.” She said slowly, her eyes not meeting her gaze. “I may
have kissed back.”
“You love him!” He stood up, “After one kiss!”
“Well I’ve known you since
forever, and yet you have never
kissed me!” She shouted back. “I knew
you loved me ever since I got back from Alfea my first year. I’ve waited
years. But you’re too stuffed up in your
pride!” She jabbed a finger in his chest, he tried to stand straight and
towering over her. “I warned you about your mothers. They’re rubbing off on
you, and I’m…worried.”
Valtor grabbed her by the
shoulders, but she wouldn’t look up from the ground. “Nothing is going to
happen to me. I’ll keep my promise. I’ll never leave.” He pulled her close and
waited for her to look into his eyes, to allow him to fix things. Maybe if he
kissed her everything would be alright.
Marion stepped away from him, “I have to go.
Oritel is taking me to the lake.” She didn’t look back.
A
stab of agonizing pain lanced through Valtor. How could this have happened so
quickly? He thought everything was going well. But nothing ever good happens to
the bad guy. Valtor stormed out of the room, he needed to let off some steam.
In the cave he called home,
Valtor released spell after spell, allowing them to ricochet against the walls.
His anger didn’t seem to end. He wondered if Marion was enjoying herself
without him, if Oritel was going to hold her hand, or kiss her again. He threw
another spell at the wall, lightning sparks showered above him. The ground shook,
disturbed. Was she slowly leaving him? Another spell against the wall. He felt
betrayed, and alone.
Completely alone.