Author's notes: Hi. This is the Next Gen fic I mentioned in one of the chapters of FFY. Yes, I know the Winx Next Gen has been done to death and most of you are probably sick of it but give me a chance, please? I had this idea for over a year and a lot of thought went into it, lots of changes and trial and error and, err, yeah. I put a lot of effort into this so I hope you'd at least give this a chance :)

I tried avoiding a lot of cliches as possible, but I couldn't help with some of them. I tried making them of varying ages and the Winx not only had daughters, but sons as well. I tried making them different from their parents but at the same time, shares some similarities as well. The enemy isn't heard of but she's kind of threatening. And etc etc,

This chapter is really long and just to let you know, this isn't the usual length of the rest of the chapters. I just wanted to get the introductions over with.

Enough dawdling, on to the story!

-Before-

The night was an eerily quiet night, the full moon was the only one illuminating its pale light in the dark forest and a small, lone house residing in it. The only sound was a murder of crows cawing before the dark birds flew away as a man's screams erupted in the small house, a light gleam of a sharp knife aimed directly at him in the hands of a small child, a dark aura illuminating behind the child. "Please...! Don't do this, I beg you- I'm your father! Please, Pol-" The man's pleas fell on deaf ears, and the man eventually quieted down. Before the light diminished from the man's eyes, he managed to heave out a word, "W...why...?"

The child's eyes were devoid of remorse or empathy, yet his lips formed into an eerily gleeful smile. "Honour and praise our great master, Neme-" He was about to say in a rather monotone voice but was interrupted by a woman's screams, he turned and looked at another horrific sight.

"Art- please!" Sinister laughter filled the room as another child, presumably the previous child's sister pushed a woman into a large, blazing hot oven. The flames roared and grew bigger as the woman's agonised cries sounded throughout the household and even the forest. The two children didn't seem bothered at all as they exchanged looks and giggled in delight at their 'masterpiece', their dark auras growing bigger and bigger as if pleased with their work.

After the woman's cries and the flames died, the children grinned at one another as they held one another's hands, before skipping happily to some bookshelf. The boy pulled out one of the books on the shelf and suddenly a noise came out of it, and before they knew it, the bookshelf slid to the side automatically, revealing a locked door, much to their delight. Knowing that the door had some sort of magical lock, the boy backed off and the girl held her arms out, focusing her magical energy. A loud explosion and a broken door later, the children grinned once more as they entered the room.

What they found in the room was a large, dark orb floating around, they knew what it was, and it was exactly what they were looking for. The Orb of Malice. With the girl's magical powers, she managed to split the orb into seven pieces, then, with her brother's help, gathered the orbs as they both ran outside, releasing the colourful orbs into the sky in an order. Blue, yellow, pink, red, purple, green, and white. It would've been a pretty side had the orbs not have such malicious and evil purposes, destined to destroy many people's lives.

"Where will they be going, dear sister?" The stupid brother asked.

"They will be scattered throughout the dimension, dear brother, where it will wreck havoc and turn the world to its knees." The wicked sister smirked.

The stupid brother smirked as well. "Perfect, our great master will be pleased."

Meanwhile, inside the now empty home, a mirror glowed and in it appeared a hooded and masked woman filled with overwhelming disgust and pure wrath for the world. Seeing the two children outside with several, colourful orbs floating in the sky with malicious intentions, just like she told them to, the woman in the mirror gave a content and pleased smirk. Perfect, indeed.

-Present-

She sighed as she absentmindedly held her locket in her hand. Her father and her brother's furious voices behind the wall where they're having their daily shouting match as always. Liz leant on the wall and tried ignoring the voices, she clenched her locket, at this rate, she would be late for her first day if this goes on any longer. A thought suddenly sunk in her mind, and she gulped. She was finally going to Alfea, the prestigious fairy school her mother and her friends attended during their time. She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, knowing the expectations that came with being a daughter of such a legend. Would she be like her mother? What about the other daughters, would they get along? Or will she fail everything miserably? Or-

"All packed, princess?" Someone suddenly interrupted her thoughts, Liz turned to the source of the voice, relaxing once she saw a blonde woman.

"I guess so," Liz, or Princess Elizabeth "Liz" of Eraklyon, Daughter of Queen Bloom and King Sky of Eraklyon, said quietly. "I'm just waiting for Hans to quit his screaming match with dad so we can go already."

"Ah," The woman nodded knowingly, "That boy, I swear. I don't know where he got his temper from but it's definitely giving your father a hard time." She smiled a motherly smile, and Liz smiled as well. With their real mother absent due to unknown circumstances, she and her brother, Crowned Prince Hansel, grew up with this woman as the closest thing to a mother figure, even if they're not related at all. King Sky originally wasn't very pleased with the woman's bond with his children, but let it go once realised the woman was a good influence to them, Hansel especially. The woman tilted her head at the princess, "Nervous about Alfea?" She asked.

"A little..." Liz murmured.

The woman put a comforting hand on Liz's shoulder. "You'll do fine, Elizabeth. I never went there myself but your mother did and she turned out great." She said, "Maybe you'll even follow in your mother's footsteps, or even be better than her. Just believe in yourself and you'll do fine."

Elizabeth gave a weak smile, "Thanks, Diaspro."

Diaspro returned the smile, before walking away. Elizabeth sighed as the fancy wooden door suddenly slammed open, she turned and saw her brother, with a pissed expression. Hansel took a deep breath, as if trying to relax, before turning to his sister. "Oh, there you are. I thought you already left me," Hans tried smiling, but it ended up looking quite strained. He grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her with him, "Are all your stuff in the ship already?" He asked her, and Liz nodded. "Great, let's leave this stupid place."

Liz could hear the door slam open yet again, "Prince Hansel Prescott of Eraklyon, I am not done with you!" Their father, King Sky, bellowed sternly. Hans ignored his father and kept walking, while Liz hesitantly turned back.

King Sky was about to chase his disrespectful son down until a voice stopped him, "Don't bother, King Sky." He turned and saw Diaspro, who was now a duchess of Eraklyon after marrying a high-class Duke. "Just let them be."

Sky glared at her. Despite Diaspro already moving on and is still head-over-heels to her husband for more than nineteen years, he still couldn't forgive her personally for attempting to ruin his and Bloom's relationships several years back, but at the same time, kind of thankful towards her for taking care of his son and daughter when he couldn't, even if she had her own children and political matters to attend to. But then again, he was also kind of jealous. Diaspro was closer to Hansel and Elizabeth more than Sky could ever dream of. "Stay out of this," He told her, "This is between Hansel and me."

Diaspro shook her head, not minding Sky's slightly aggressive tone. So, instead of retorting something hurtful like mentioning Bloom or him being a crappy father, she instead gave advice. "Try to understand him, Sky." She said.

"But I am!" Sky nearly shouts exasperatedly, pinching his nose in frustration. "Where did I go wrong?" It was more of a rhetorical question but Diaspro gladly answered.

"Ever since Hansel was little, he always wanted to spend time with you, but you were too busy as the King," Diaspro informed. Sky stared at the ground. "I'll let you finish the puzzle, great and glorious King Sky of Eraklyon." With that, Diaspro left.

Sky continued staring at the ground, realising one thing and one thing only.

He was a terrible father.

...

She stared at her hand mirror as she styled her hair on habit, before sighing as she glanced at her packed luggage. Brittany had a sort of deja vu moment as she continued staring, she has been in this situation before, it's not exactly new. Her first moment was two years ago when she was sixteen and was starting Alfea, she was nervous at the time, being the first Winx daughter to attend Alfea, but kept on a haughty facade as she went through her first year, which generated a few enemies. The second was just last year, when she was in her second year, she was less nervous and lowered her facade a bit, earning her new friends (two of them being daughters of the Winx). And this is probably the last time she'll experience this, it is her last year after all. She honestly didn't think it'd hit her this hard.

"Knock knock!" A sunny voice said outside her door, she rolled her eyes, knowing it was her brother.

"Sweetheart, are you packed now?" Another voice asked, which she recognised as her father.

"Yeah, daddy," Brittany, formerly known as Crowned Princess Brittany of Solaria, said as she put down the hand mirror and opened the door, revealing her father, also the King Dowager of Solaria, King Brandon, and her younger brother, Prince Stiles. "Are we going now?"

Brandon waved dismissively, "Nah, not yet." He smiled, "I just wanted to see you, both of you. You know, it's you and your brother's last year in Alfea and Red Fountain, after all."

"Yup!" Stiles grinned. Despite still being seventeen, Stiles is one of the seniors at Red Fountain (also Hansel's classmate and dorm mate), starting at only age fifteen, making him one of the younger Specialists at Red Fountain. A Specialist Prodigy, they refer the young Prince of Solaria as. Britanny was somewhat intimidated that her annoying little brother was getting more spotlight than her, but shrugged it off. She was future Queen after all, and is a respected student amongst the college, even the infamous Vice Headmistress Griselda, now the Headmistress after Faragonda retired, admitted to be more fond of her than her mother in the olden days. She was also fairly sure she'd be Guardian Fairy when she graduates.

"I'm proud of you, both of you," Brandon grinned as he hugged both of his children, catching both of them off guard. "If only Stella could see you now..." He whispered more to himself. Brittany was surprised, their father never really mentioned their mother before, and she barely had memories of the woman as Stella was gone before her fourth birthday, and she doubted Stiles even knew what their mother looked like had there not have been portraits of the famed Queen Stella around the castle. Britanny glanced at her brother, Stiles didn't seem to notice as he grinned.

"I'll make you even prouder!" Stiles grinned. He had always been a rather optimistic and humble person, maybe kind of naive, but people found it more endearing than annoying. Brittany, on the other hand, was a bit haughty and arrogant due to her status as the crowned princess, and she always gave this judgmental and condescending vibe around people, even if she's not really like that at all, except towards a certain blond rival, but that's about it.

Brandon grinned at his son and ruffled his hair, both of them laughing. Brandon continued laughing but abruptly stopped upon glancing at a certain photograph by his daughter's nightstand. The photo consisted of four people- no, a family. The normally fashion-savvy couple wore rather simple and sort-of matching outfits, with the blonde woman looking at her husband with such love and adoration, as her husband embraced her and the children to the same degree. In there arms, there were two children; a brunette little girl at the tender age of three with pigtails and a pretty dress, and a boy, much younger than the girl, with neatly styled blond hair and a bright smile. Brandon turned back to his kids with a smile.

"Your mother would be so proud of you,"

...

She strolled along the forest as she fidgeted with her ring, looking for something to photograph. It was going to be her last day on her home realm before she goes to a certain prestigious school for fairies, so she had to make some sort of remembrance even if she has hundreds upon hundreds of photos in her camera already. Still, Emma wanted one last, or maybe a couple more, photos to remember Linphea by.

"Boo," a monotone voice suddenly said flatly, and despite the surprise's lack of effort, she still flinched and was quite startled by it.

"Leon, stop scaring me like that," Emily scolded her older brother with a frown. He had always had a reputation of being so quiet that he often gives people heart attacks when he actually talks and being his sister and all you'd expect her to get used to his sneakiness by now.

Her brother, Leonard, also known as Leon, blinked at his sister, his usual blank expression plastered on his face. "A bit too jumpy today, are we?"

She turned away from him, "It's nothing," She looked around at for a potential photogenic shot in an attempt to distract herself from her nerves about the new school she's going to attend and of course, her brother.

Leon continued staring at his sister, quirking a brow as he examined her posture and expression. He was always a rather observant person, he could tell right away what a person is thinking or feeling at just even the slightest glance. It was a talent that Emma unfortunately didn't have herself. "You're nervous." It wasn't a question. But honestly, who could blame her?

She let out an exasperated, "I'm fine, Leon."

Leon narrowed his eyes at his sister and frowned. Oh no, she thought. He's going to do one of those psychic readings of his again, and she's honestly scared. Other than his observant nature, he was also rather superstitious and kind of psychic, developing interest in signs, horoscopes, numerology, stuff like that, and practices them on people. Most of his readings come out pretty accurate most times and if his readings say something negative, well, good luck to her... "Oh. That's rather odd." The boy's usual blank face contorted into a rather surprised tone.

Emma's eyes widen. This isn't good. This isn't good at all. "What? What does it say?!"

Her brother tapped his chin as if he was confused. That is a bad sign, Leon is rarely confused. "It's rather vague...something like 'history will repeat itself'."I don't know, I'm confused as well."

"What? Does that mean I'll fall off a flight of stairs again?!" Emma asked in a panicked tone, recalling the time she ran a little too fast on a long flight of stairs and lost her footing. It was a rather traumatising experience. Maybe it's something worse? What if it's something worse?! Leon shook his head.

"I don't know. The reading seems more...serious than that, maybe an actual historical event or something like that. Don't think about it too much, it's just one of my silly readings." He brushed it off so easily, but Emma couldn't help but feel more nervous after the rather vague reading. "Come on, let's go already. I've been to Alfea a couple of times last year and know a couple of people there as well. You know my roommate, Cal, right? Well, his sister goes to Alfea and she seems to enjoy herself. You'll do fine." He smiled as he teasingly poked his sister's forehead, Emma pouted as Leon started to walk away.

Emma took a look around the forest of Linphea one more time, before smiling as she ran to catch up with her brother. She may be nervous, but she's rather excited as well. New friends, new stuff to learn. She's excited. "Okay!"

...

She softly strummed her guitar with her favourite pick as she hummed a newly invented tune. Her room was quiet save for the guitar and her humming, so she wasn't at all startled when she heard footsteps out her door with some giggling. Not looking up from her guitar, she said, "I know you're out there, Rhys. How many times does it take for you to understand that I won't fall for your stupid pranks?"

Slowly, the door creaked open, and out popped a boy who is nearly a carbon copy of their father, yet unlike the man, the boy actually wore his hair down like a sane person. "Still the killer of fun, I see." The boy, Rhys, said with a grin after pouting like some puppy. He came in the room nonchalantly despite his sister's protest and plopped down on her bed.

"Didn't I tell you to never never enter my room?" Maxine, or commonly known as Max, frowned as she stared down at her brother. The boy was always a such a cheeky and annoying little thing, and despite knowing deep inside that she loves him as he is her brother, she still couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance whenever the boy opens his mouth.

"You said 'never' twice that time so technically it's a double negative and so it means I can enter your room!" Rhys grinned, before pushing himself off of her bed and stretching his neck. "Anyways, grandpa says we'd better get going. It's a long way from here to Magix, ya know." He gave another grin at her, but it's a softer grin. "What're we waiting for?! I can't wait to go to Red Fountain! Let's go!" He ran out of her room, presumably to get his stuff and to get shotgun in their ship.

Max blinked and pursed her lips, before shaking her head as she put her guitar in its case and picked up her luggage, which wasn't much, she wasn't that materialistic. As she walked to the door, she glanced at her room once more, specifically at a family photo on her desk. With a sigh, she flipped the photo down with her magic as she left the room and went to the ship which will take them to Magix, in which her brother was already in.

"Bye, Grandpa!" Rhys waved with a smile as Max got in the vehicle herself. Hoboe gladly returned the smile to his grandson as the ship flew away, he had been taking care of his grandchildren ever since his daughter was gone, his no-good son-in-law dropping the children to his door so he could go on to his travels. Honestly, Hoboe didn't mind spending time with his grandchildren, but if only Riven had the decency to be part of their lives even after he lost his wife. Speaking of the devil...

Almost as soon as his grandkids' ship flew off, a wind rider suddenly pulled over in front of the home. Hurriedly, the man in the vehicle got off of it and pulled his helmet out, revealing spiked maroon hair. Seeing Hoboe's disappointed expression, Riven's face fell as well. "Max and Rhys already left, didn't they...?" He quietly asked. Hoboe nodded and sighed, but motioned his son-in-law to come inside. Riven complied. "I wanted to be there for them, at least this one time," Riven murmured as he and the older man sat in the living room. "I wanted to tell Rhys my techniques when I was in Red Fountain, and wish Max good luck for her second year..." He buried his face in his hands. "I'm such a terrible father."

"Couldn't argue with that," Hoboe shook his head. "But you can still redeem yourself, boy. Rhys still looks up at you and, though Max had spoken unpleasant things about you, I bet she misses you as well." Riven didn't say anything, still filled with regret at his crappy parenting. He didn't want to be like his mother, but he did anyway. "You know...Max looks exactly like her whenever she laughs." He said, attempting to lighten the mood. Riven still didn't say anything, but his mouth twitched. "And Rhys! Not only does he look like you, but I can see that he probably got your temperament as well. Sweet and cheerful at first, but is also easily angered."

Riven gave a small smile, talking about his children lightened up his mood. "I sure hope not."

...

She was biting into the temple tips of her glasses as she wandered aimlessly on the realm wide web on her three screened and advanced computer when a pop up appeared, revealing she had mail. She raised a brow, it was from her father. What could he want from her, now? She rarely ever received anything from her father other than generic messages and materialistic objects, so she was curious.

"Celine,

You and your brother are now sophomores in your respective schools, and...I'm really proud of you two for that, and I'm sure your mother would have been as well. You two grow up so fast, I can't believe it's been fifteen years since you still blew raspberries at your brother whenever you had the chance, or do you still do that?

Anyway, I may have not been the best or most active father around, but just know that I love you, both of you. And I'm really proud of you. As a 'back-to-school' gift, I have bought you two something that you'll probably enjoy, it will arrive tomorrow in your respective schools. I hope you enjoy it and I wish you luck for the school year!

Sincerely, your father.

P. S. Don't get yourself into trouble this time, please. I had to receive an earful from Griselda from that 'little' prank you pulled on the security system.

Celine, or Cel, as she's usually called, face was blank as she was reading through the email. When she finished reading, her face still remained straight, although upon closer inspection, one can see the edge of her lips twitch into a small smile, though it was brief. "Stupid, stupid dad." She shook her head at her father's awkward and shameless email, and though she seemed more annoyed at the email, deep inside she felt personally offended. An email, really? Not a phone call, a hologram, or even a voice message. An email. Can he get even more 'professional' and detached from his children? Who even uses emails nowadays?

Someone suddenly knocked on her door, and she knew exactly who it was. "Cel, we're ready to leave and if you're still not there by twenty seconds, I will leave without you." Her brother's voice rang in the voice box thing.

With a flick of her finger, her computer turned off and she carried her luggage, "A stupid brother, as well." She muttered as she opened her door, there stood a boy shared the same face as her, and yet at the same time, looked so different from her.

"I heard that," Her brother, Callum, or commonly known as Cal, snapped at his sister. Bring the brother of such a sharp tongued girl, you'd think he'd get used to it by now.

"Cry me a river then, little brother." Cel said as she handed her luggage to her brother. Cal rolled his eyes and accepted her luggage, not bothering to retort something about him being the real older one as he knew it would just sprout some useless argument as always, to which his sister would always win.

"Whatever," Cal scoffed as they passed by their grandparents and bid their goodbyes, before leaving to go to Magix City. Not knowing how exciting, yet dangerous this school year will be.

...

She slowly emerged from the water, her favorite seashell in her hand as she got out of the water. Despite different kinds of seashells, from large to small, common to ultra rare, this small, simple seashell somehow always was her favorite. She quickly put a towel around her as she went back to the royal palace, ready to dry herself and pack the things she had forgot to pack the night before for her last year at the famed school for fairies. It was a rather sad thought, she decided. She really felt like Alfea was home in the two-three years she attended, but she'd better make the best of it, she guessed.

As Princess Lana walked through the familiar halls of her home, she passed by the slightly ajar door of her brother's room. There were many beeps and other childish and bright music along with the voice of her brother. "C'mon, heal me already! I'm ready to kick some butt!" Prince Kyler, also known as 'Kai', whined as he bit into something, a chocolate bar, perhaps?

"Kai?" Lana peeked into her brother's room with a slight knock. The boy's room was a mess, sure it was expected of a teenage boy, but this was a prince we're talking about. But then again, Kyler barely lets anyone clean his room...

"Mhmm?" Kai quirked his head towards her curiously, not caring about the game much.

"Are you all packed?" Lana asked. Unlike her, Kai was always...irresponsible and lazy. He didn't care about exercise, barely played sports, doesn't clean his room, and avoided responsibilities as much as possible. While she, raised to be a future ruler of a great kingdom, was raised to be responsible and active with a love for sports and a knack in leadership.

"Yup." He answered briefly. Lana quirked a brow.

"Did you speak with dad?" She asked.

"Nope." He answered more briefly, and Lana sighed. There was a lot of strain between Kai and Nex's once perfect father and son relationship the moment the boy decided to attend Red Fountain instead of the Paladin school Nex once attended after he found out that being a Paladin was harder than a usual Specialist, and he always did prefer blue over red anyway, obviously Nex wasn't very pleased by it but their relationship worsened when Kai was adamant about something for once. As far as Lana knew, they aren't really on speaking terms as of now, and Kai isn't the type to change his mind so easily, like a stubborn toddler.

"You need to talk to dad before we go," Lana informed, Kai rolled his eyes and shrugged as his sister exited his room and went to her own. As she dried her usually thick and wavy hair, her eyes wandered on to the luggage on the corner of her room, she couldn't help but smile. She can't wait to hang out with her friends again, and spend time with her dorm mates. Brittany, despite her mother's reputation, was a fairly nice roommate, responsible too. Cel and Max were a...unique pair, to say the least, though they bickered on the smallest things and called each other names, they were still close and is fun to hang around with. She had theorized at one point that Bloom and Flora's daughters will soon occupy the vacant room this year, and while her dorm mates expressed skepticism, they agreed in a bet. Brittany and Max didn't think that they'd share the same dorm or at least hoped not, and she and Cel believed the opposite. She's certain she's going to win that bet.

She hoped that this will be a nice school year.

Author's notes: So yeah, this is my next gen fic :) Yay or nay? Also, I know the idea of the Winx and Specialists having both a daughter and a son is weird but I couldn't help it, I didn't want any of them to be left out as being an only child can be very lonely (source: me).

I didn't include their appearances in the story since some of them I didn't know where to put it, so here's the list (along with their personalities). I know it betrays the purpose of the entire 5000 word chapter but eh:

Bloom and Sky's children:

Crowned Prince Hansel "Hans"- an arrogant prince who looks down and treats most people with contempt, can be nice to some people though and is an overachiever, has daddy issues. Medium length blond hair that he ties for special occasions, blue eyes, fair skin. 18, Red Fountain Senior

Princess Elizabeth "Liz"- a more humble and nice girl compared to her brother. Has zero leadership skills and is kind of a know it all. Loves reading story books and is really creative. An under achiever. Long, wavy red-orange hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. 16, Alfea Freshman

Stella and Brandon's children:

Crowned Princess Brittany- a beautiful socialite who cares a bit too much about her reputation. Can come across as condescending and judgemental but in reality she really doesn't care about people's lives as long as they're nice and wear acceptable clothing. Takes her role as heir very seriously and strives to be a great ruler someday, very savvy in politics. Tanned skin, long, wavy brown hair, and matching eyes. 18, Alfea Senior

Prince Stiles- a handsome, cheerful and humble boy, sort of naive, kind of a ladies magnet but is oblivious about it. Though don't mistake his naivety for stupidity, as he's actually kind of clever when he needs to be. A really fashionable guy too. Specialist Prodigy. Messy blond hair with brown roots, brown eyes, and tanned skin. 17, Red Fountain senior

Flora and Helia's children:

Leonard "Leon"- a quiet, introverted boy. He's that one quiet art kid that won't talk unless spoken to. Can easily tell one's problems just by looking at them, has interest in numerology, tarot cards, star signs, etc. Really poetic too. Short, dark hair, tanned skin, and narrowed emerald green eyes. 17, Red Fountain Sophomore

Emily "Emma"- a flighty girl with a love for photography. Gets startled easily and tends to overreact to even the most mundane of things. Has photographic memory, tends to fall in love easily. Might be a hipster. Light, tanned skin, long honey brown hair tied into a loose bun, and dark eyes. 16, Alfea Freshman

Musa and Riven's children:

Maxine "Max"- really quiet girl, always listening to music, has this weird ability of telling what kind of melody a person is. Lots of people say she has good music taste. Despite her quiet demeanor, she can leave quite an intimidating expression if you rub on her the wrong way. Is also a snitch, so she knows the latest gossip. Also really sarcastic. Long dark blue hair tied in a side ponytail, fair skin, and violet eyes. 17, Alfea Sophomore

Rhys- a cheerful boy with a love for fighting and music. Looks up to his father although holds little resentment for leaving them. Really talented in music and adores the drums. Tends to get really angry easily despite his cheerful demeanor, and gets aggressive when angry. Surprisingly a math wiz. Fair skin, short, dark magenta hair (like Rin Matsuoka from Free!), and sharp blue eyes. 16, Red Fountain Freshman

Tecna and Timmy's children:

Celine "Cel"- a mischievous, sharp tongued, witty girl who loves throwing certain words around, can also be brutally honest. A closeted geek, may or may not make pop culture references. Tends to repress her emotions in exchange for snarky remarks. Short, magenta hair with slightly longer bangs (sort of like the Vocaloid, GUMI), fair skin, and hazel eyes. 17, Alfea Sophomore

Callum "Cal"- an idealistic and smart, yet stubborn boy (sort of like Cheren from pkmn BW) with a love for puzzle solving. A nerd at heart, has lots of crushes on lots of people. Has a hard time identifying emotions. Short orange brown hair with his bangs on the side, teal eyes, and fair skin. 17, Red Fountain Sophomore

Layla and Nex (yes, I chose Nex)'s children:

Crowned Princess Lana- a chill, down to earth princess who gives excellent advice, the kind of person who worries about others (mostly those who are younger than her) than herself, a mom friend basically. Really intuitive. Loves physical activities and gets a little bit too excited whenever it's even mentioned. Tends to push herself over the limit. Long, curly brown hair tied into a neat ponytail, medium colored skin, and sharp golden eyes. 18, Alfea Freshman

Prince Kyler "Kai"- a little boy stuck in a teenager's body, basically. Loves comics and video games and despises responsibilities. Tends to joke around at even the most tense or serious situations. Do not invite him to watch drama or horror movies, he'll make them into a comedy. Dark skin, cerulean eyes, and slicked back, dark brown hair. 16, Red Fountain Freshman (that created strain between him and his father)

I hope you enjoyed this! Feedback, whether it'd be positive or negative, is greatly appreciate!

Until next time!