So I just read the last comic of W.I.T.C.H. And I’m crying. Like, really hard.
These five girls, Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia and Hay Lin, represent my childhood and everything I am today. I grew up with them, I loved them.
The lasts sagas were not as good as the firsts ones, but still. They were my best friends, the best friends I ever had. They taught me how to be brave and to trust my friends because friendship is the strongest bond in the universe. They taught me that its ok to be myself.
I started reading it when I was about 6 years old, all my friends were collecting the stickers and I decided to give them a chance. I bought the 10th issue and after reading it, I wanted to become one of them. I hurried and bought the first two books and whatever merchandising they released (which was a lot). I have a schoolbag, the diaries, the specials, books, notebooks, pens and I still keep all the presents that were given with the comics. I read everything in it, from top to bottom, I sent letters and drawings, I used to imagine that I was one of them. I remember when they stopped selling them in Spain and how angry I got, it’s true that I didn’t like the new power saga and the followings as much but… but they were my girls! There were things happening to them and I wanted to know them all! I had to fight with them! And then, there was the TV series, which felt a little odd as the characters’ behaviours, the plot, nothing was the same but I enjoyed it too, and the videogame! How many times have I played the videogame?! too many, that’s for sure. And re-read the magazines? like a thousand times each issue? when I say that I love something, I really mean I LOVE something. Oh! I remember that when I was little, I used to think that when I turned 13 years old (the same age as them), the Oracle would call me to become a Kandrakar Guardian. And how sad I was when I read the chapter were they were shown what would happen if they rejected their powers.
I remember Hay Lin’s addiction to aliens and big glasses, her two ponytails, and her habit of writing things on her hands (remember when she created W.I.T.C.H? “There are our initials. W.I.T.C.H.! Isn’t it a good name?”). I remember Taranee and her alternative look, her braid, how shy she was and how much she loved photography. And Irma and her amazing magical bathtub, her funny jokes and her obsession about Karmilla. And Will and her conversations with the refrigerator and alarm clock, how much she enjoyed swimming and Lirón/Mr. Huggles (I CRIED A RIVER WHEN HE DIED) and her frogs. I remember how beautiful and rational Cornelia was and how smart and strong she was, breaking every stereotype. I didn’t a have a favorite, but Irma was special because she and I were too similar (and water was my favorite). And Elyon (which was my favorite secondary character) and Orube. And the Oracle and Yan Lin, and Caleb, Matt, Nigel, Eric (Hay Lin x Eric my first OTP), Joel and Martin, Vathek, Cedric, Uriah, Collins, and please, MISS KNICKERBOCHER and their families, their astral drops and the rest of the school. And their enemies, they really were badasses. And my favorite, the story about the origin of the Heart of Kandrakar: Xin Jing and the Four Dragons.
W.I.T.C.H. means a lot to me. They had an asian cutie and a black nerdy girl, a chubby and a skynny girl and a gorgeous blond hair girl who was definitly not stupid (they messed this up a bit with the TV series, I hated how they made Cornelia). They had normal teenage problems and they had to go through them like any normal girl. The got their hearts broken, family problems and there were times when even their friendship was tested. And something that I really loved is that Taranee and Cornelia had times when they wondered if they wanted to be guardians, because that shows that they were human and teenagers, actually, and being a magical girls was difficult and dangerous, but still they kept their powers and fought bravely.
And now… they are gone. I already miss them a lot…