The boys had won.

She couldn't fathom it, but she was forced to as her life's blood slowly seeped out of her. Weakly she turned to see her sisters suffering the same fate. She watched as buttercup, the toughest one slowly began to get back up only to fall back down again. Then the boys were above them, laughing and high-fiving like this was just their latest prank. Hit with a surge of anger she reached up and grabbed her counterpart roughly by the shirt and pulled his ear to her mouth.

"You all better start praying," she whispered weakly into the red hair that fell in front of his ear, in the way. "Cause our souls will find yours. And then you'll all be wishing you had never been recreated." And then, side by side, blossom and her sisters simultaneously attempted to pull in one last shaky breath, and died.

16 years later

They had found them. The women that would help them get even, that would help them save the world. that would get them their lives back. It's called soul-melding, when you mix your soul with someone else's, when you decide, that you're not ready to leave, but you don't want to become a ghost. They went to them in their sleep, into their dreams and asked, one by one if they could join them, soul with soul. "For the greater good," they said, and the women agreed.

And the puffs slipped back onto earth. Desperate for revenge….and something more….but couldn't quite figure out….