Winx club pinkbloom comic edition precious stone

Just to save any confusion; this is kind of AU and takes place prior to the first episode, you'll see why later on.

"On behalf of her love she no longer sleeps life had no longer meaning. Nothing to make her stay she sold her soul away."

The young man went by Raven, he was Icy's first love, her deepest love. He meant most everything to her. He was the one to pick her up when she felt at her lowest (mostly on behalf of her mother telling her she was never good enough). He would hold her close, hug her, and somehow bought her warmth. Warmth she welcomed. Raven was indeed a charming man he remembered...

--outside p.o.v
Tears were streaming down a group of sixteen faces; but, more were fighting back the urge to cry, yet they know they must be strong for them. Everyone is crying because of the fairytale mission since the last group of people to take this challenge was their parents and their friends. They were all scared because they knew their parents were all friends but the worst part is back then there were also sixteen individuals; but, the reason there is not that many of the last group to have done this challenge is they never got a happily ever after and remained trapped in a tale that...

Stella:To Diaspro!
Bloom:what!?!?!?i knew it that mean little ex just wont stop
Stella:i know bloom and look what i found in skys bedroom found it picked it up and took iT here*gives bloom a potion*
bloom:is this poison??
Stella:no its a love potion im afraid diaspro gave it to sky
Bloom:oh soo thats why i knew sky would never fall for her
Flora:hey bloom i received some news from iraklion something was stolen from skys bedroom
Stella:ehhhhh wow...who......would....do that?? Heheheh
Musa:stellaaaa did you steal it...??
Stella:of course not!
Musa:Stella! im serious!
Stella: ok ok i stole it !
Flora:well...

Icy was quite so far from fine in fact that she found herself slumping to the floor. The weight of everything that happened, everything that was to come, finally setting in--taking its physical toll. Every little thing that Icy had suppressed spilled over; all the pressures, all the insecurities, all the questions. "How can I be a mother?" "Will this kid even like me?" "How will I tell the kid about its father?" "How will everyone else treat me?"

"Why?"

And Icy cried. Not just a few tears. Not just short and simple ten minute fit. It was an all out bawl; choked sobs, shaking body, uneven breaths....