Tell me in the comments who your favorite Winx girl is and why!

Jane

Jane woke up to the ringing of her alarm, blasting her ex-best friend from childhood's theme song that she never got around to changing. Dragging herself out of her giant, four-poster bed, the princess grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and her newest white tank top and headed to her private bathroom. After the usual morning routine, Jane got dressed and pulled her loose red curls back with a bandana. Grabbing the suitcases she had packed last night and slipping on some brown sandals, she rushed downstairs, unable to control her excitement.

"Jane, don't run," her mother instructed as she took a seat at the table.

"Sorry, Mom," she apologized. "I'm just super excited."

Bloom laughed.

"I understand, sweetheart, but remember your etiquette training," she told her daughter.

Sky cleared his throat and, turning to his youngest child, said, "Speaking of etiquette training, Jeremy, are you excited for your first day with Arcturo?"

Jeremy pouted and sank down so far in his seat that all Jane could see was the red top of his head and the freckles on his pale forehead. Of all three of her siblings, Jane and Jeremy looked the most alike despite their three year age difference; both had loose red curls and miles of freckles and well as their mother's stern brows. The only difference was that Jane inherited her father's sky blue eyes and Jeremy was the only one of Bloom's four children to inherit their grandmother's spring green eyes.

"I already told you I don't want to go to etiquette training," the thirteen-year-old whined for what felt like the billionth time. "I want to train to be a paladin."

"Sweetheart, paladin training doesn't begin for another three years," Bloom reassured him.

"Yeah, and just be grateful that you didn't have to start etiquette training when you were seven," Julia chimed in, flipping her coppery blonde hair over her shoulder. "It's a gross double standard if you ask me."

"Yeah, well, nobody asked you," Jonah said, elbowing his younger sister in the ribs.

Julia dropped her utensils with a clatter and rounded on Jonah, angrily proclaiming, "Typical man, trying to harass me into silence."

"Typical Julia, trying to make everything about the patriarchy," Jonah fired back with a dangerous glint in his big blue eyes. Jonah was the only one to inherit their mother's ginormous cyan eyes. Julia and Jane both had Sky's smaller, more stately eyes.

"Everything is about the patriarchy!"

"Kids," their mother tried to interject, but Bloom's voice was drowned out by the sound of the two oldest arguing. Sky was still trying to coax Jeremy back into his seat and all Jane could do was groan and drop her head on the table. So much for etiquette training.

When she finished her breakfast and stood, the servants took her plate away and the Royal Rabbit Keeper approached her with one soft-sided carrier in each hand, one pink and one grey.

"Your rabbit, Your Highness," he said when he presented the grey case to her. She smiled graciously and took the carrier from him, peering inside at her little bunny friend.

"Hey there, Reuben," she said into the mesh. A shimmering silver baby bunny hopped to the front and nuzzled her nose with his own. Jane grinned and, turning to her family, said, "We have to get going."

Julia looked up from her argument and said, "Oh, yes. Alfea. Right."

She stood and walked over to Jane, flip-flops smacking against the marble floor.

"Ready to go, little sis?" she asked as she took the pink carrier from the Royal Rabbit Keeper.

"You're only a year older than me," Jane muttered under her breath as Julia formed a swirling pink portal.

"I'll miss you, sweethearts," Bloom said as she pulled the both of them into a hug around her big pregnant tummy. When she pulled away, Sky clapped both of them on the shoulder reassuringly and Jeremy gave them a quick squeeze before retreating beneath the table once again. Jonah waved.

And then she stepped through the portal.

Sylvie

Lottie woke Sylvie up in the morning by pulling back the curtains of her giant window that overlooked the gardens and blinding her with the rays of Solaria's first sun. She groaned and sat up, glaring at her maid as she tsked and scuttled out of the room.

Sylvie headed to the bathroom and when she came out, her lady-in-waiting Sandra was standing their with her packed luggage and an outfit picked out for her. Smiling gratefully, she put on the fitted, off-the-shoulder sundress and, heading to her closet, she pulled out some gladiator sandals and silver moonstone jewelry to pair it with. Sitting in front of her vanity, she let Sandra begin drying and combing through her golden blonde hair. Admiring herself in the vanity, she noticed new sunspots had popped up on her suntanned collarbone over the summer. Pouting, she covered them with concealer.

When Sandra finished with her intricate braid, Sylvie stood and grabbed the brown, fringed purse that matched her shoes and the guards that stood outside her door grabbed her luggage.

"Mom, can you believe today's the day?" the lanky teen exclaimed as she bounded down the stairs.

Stella sprang up from her seat in the foyer and went to embrace her daughter.

"Yes, darling, I am so excited for you!"

Her father laughed from where he was still seated. Her little sister was sitting on the carpet playing with dolls, dirty blonde hair falling to form a curtain around her and her little world. The two women went to join him and a butler brought out a plate of scrambled eggs and salad for Sylvie. A second later, her twin brother slumped down the stairs to join his family for breakfast in the foyer, brown hair a mess and yellow eyes bleary with sleep.

"Yum," he said as he picked some egg off of Sylvie's plate with his fingers and ate it.

"Arlo!" Sylvie screeched. "Don't eat off my plate."

Orlando only shrugged and sat down in his armchair.

"Dad!" Sylvie whined. "Tell him something!"

The king consort looked up from his paper and said, "Manners, Orlando."

Sylvie pouted in disappointment and crossed her arms, sitting back in her chair. Stella gave her a sympathetic look and urged her daughter to finish her breakfast, which she did. She pushed the incident to the back of her mind and let it get overtaken by her enthusiasm for her first day of fairy school. She'd been to elementary school, princess school, and lady school, but now was truly where her life would begin.

"Okay, Mom, I'm finished. Can I go now?"

Stella frowned and said, "I'm going to miss you so much."

Sylvie saw the tears forming in her mother's yellow eyes and knew that if she started crying, then Sylvie would most definitely join in.

"Arlo, summon the portal," she said, sniffling to hold back her tears.

Orlando yawned and pulled off the Ring of Solaria, transforming it into the staff and summoning a portal to Alfea.

"Peace out, sis," he said with a sleepy peace sign. "See you tonight."

And with that, she was gone through the portal, mountain of luggage and all.

Marissa

Marissa almost choked on her tea with how quickly she rushed to finish it, but her mom launched into another story from her glory days at Alfea and she groaned internally, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Don't get her wrong, she loved listening to her mom's Winx Club stories, but she had french braided her curly brown hair an hour ago and spent ages picking out her ratty sweatshirt and black miniskirt so that she could be at Alfea by now, not still sitting in the castle's dining room. She was supposed to be making her own stories by now, not listening to her mother's.

When she finally got free, it was only because Brooke and Beck were fighting again. Aisha rushed away to smooth over the issue, so Marissa slipped away to say goodbye to the rest of the family.

River and Ridge were in the nursery playing Wizard War and that goodbye was fairly short because four-year-olds aren't generally interested in much more than playing and destroying things. She headed over to the cribs where Cove and Coral were sound asleep. She gently stroked their soft baby hairs and left to find her dad. Of course she found him in his study.

"Daddy, are you in here behind all these tomes?" Marissa joked as Nabu looked up from the large spellbook spread open on his desk.

"Hey, Mar," he said, pulling off his reading glasses and setting them aside. Marissa perched herself on the small corner of his desk that wasn't covered in papers. He asked, "What brings you here?"

Marissa laughed and answered, "I'm leaving, Daddy."

"Oh, that's right! You start Alfea today," he said, sitting back in his cushy leather seat. "Wow. It seems like just yesterday you were wearing my crown as a necklace as you sat on my throne."

"Daddy, that was one time and I was three," Marissa corrected, rolling her eyes fondly.

"I can't believe how big you've gotten."

She gave him a small smile in response and stood from the desk, leaning down to wrap her arms around him.

"Bye, Daddy."

"Bye, Mar."

He summoned a portal and Marissa stepped through with her bags floating behind her.

Hey, guys! I know what you're thinking: "A new next gen? When will this chick stop?"

Well, technically, this isn't a new next gen. I'm just revamping an awful, awful, awful first draft that went a little like this:

"Jane woke up and opened her blue eyed and brushed her red hair. She got dressed in a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a breezy white tank top with spaghetti straps and two draw string on the front tied into a bow. Her brown sandals had a small heel and colorful beads on the strap going over her toes. She went downstairs, ate breakfast, and went to Alfea."

So yeah, revamp! Yay! And to answer your second question, I will never stop. Mwahahaha!

These are the three princesses. Let's see how the three normal fairies start their day.

Please review with which princess is your favorite. And feel free to ask questions!