Title- Before We Were Winx

Summary: We know what happened that day Bloom stumbled upon Stella in the woods, but what about everyone's lives before that? Before the girls were Winx Club?

I don't own Winx Club! Sorry.

Chapter One: Didgitally Minded

Tecna Karolina of Zenith's coming into the realm was...silent. She didn't cry at all. Perle and Isak of Zenith were not alarmed; neither were the doctors. That was usal procedure for a Zenith baby.

What wasn't normal was that, when she opened big teal eyes, identical to Perle herself, she only glanced up dully. "She looks so tired..." hesitated Perle. The doctors shrugged it off like it was nothing and allowed Perle and Tecna to go home that afternoon. (Zenins were efficient. That was their business; logic, ration, efficientcy.)

When Tecna was six months old, she was talking in short, broken sentences to her parents. Perl and Isak were overjoyed.

Tecna loved the sun. She loved all nature, actually.
Her latest accomplishment was to short-circuit the house. She had calmly explained to her mother that she needed the use of two computers and the television remote.

When the lights went out, Perl had screamed. Her computers were down. Typing quickly until the lights relit themselves, the fairy had been oddly proud of her daughter. It was the first technology-related thing Tecna had done.

Then life for the small family went to hell in a hand basket.

When Tecna was one year old, she stopped loving the sun and getting paler, until she was almost white.
She stopped smiling and stopped saying words like pretty and funny and substituted them for words like logical and reasonable.

Her parents didn't notice anything until one day when Tecna was made to put on a black shirt for a party. Her skin looked like milk on midnight.
Her parents were geniuses, but it didn't take an IQ of more then 10 to realize something was wrong.

When her parents brought her to the doctor. She was diagnosed with Fyndrenrin, a fancy word to say that the right side of her brain was slowly dying. The only thing keeping it from going too fast was her magic. It was a mutated strain of some Earth disease called brain cancer, and witches and heroes were immune.

Perle and Isak were worried, but calmly and logically devised a solution to this issue.
They created Tecna a new brain—well, part of a new brain. The left side of her brain was fine, but most of the right side was controlled electronically.

Raise your hand if you can tell me why there was a problem with this.

That's right. The right side of the brain controls emotions. Tecna's right android brain couldn't fathom emotions, no matter how hard Perle and Isak tried. They were able to salvage some of her feelings, but they were buried deep under layers of knowledge.

Tecna stopped smiling and laughing and kept talking, reading, and programming. And she still wouldn't cry.

When Tecna turned two, she learned to read simple words and take apart parts of Daddy's car.
She learned she liked the colors green, purple, and blue, green best of all, and that she liked spinach.

She learned that now, her circuits burned to a crisp in the sun, and that inside was better them outside. She learned that she wasn't good at knowing what Mommy and Daddy were feeling and that knowledge was power.

So she started learning other things.

Perle knocked on the door of her daughter's room. there was a "Yes?" and the sound of walking, then Tecna opened up.

Pale from staying in her room so often, the thin, thirteen year old fairy girl looked up at her mother. Perle sighed. "Sometimes I worry about you, Tecna."

"Is there a particular reason for this?" asked the young fairy, brushing a shock of magenta hair out of her eyes. Perle patted her shoulder. "If I homeschool you and you never go outside, then you'll never make friends. Don't you want friends?"

"Your assumption is incorrect in assuming I have no friends. My computer is my friend." replied Tecna, turning to go back to her room.

"Tecna, that's not what I meant. People you can talk to." Perle persisted. It was a lost cause, she knew. It was literally impossible to argue with Tecna, it would be like arguing with a brick wall for bumping into you—it makes you think you're wrong even when you're right.

Perle had grown up the same way, and she hadn't liked it at all. Tecna seemed satisfied, so maybe it was best to leave things as they were. "Besides," Tecna reasoned, "the other children are completely illogical."

They weren't completely illogical, just slightly less...severe then Tecna. Perle shrugged and let Tecna go back to her laptop.

In the safe darkness of her room, the pink haired teenager sat down on her bed, fingers poised to type and nothing happening. In truth, she did wish she had a few close friends.

But like she had said to her mother, she had her computer, what more friendship would anyone want to give her? She talked too much about robots and not enough about clothes, and she was too cold to others. But how else was she supposed to act? She didn't know how they felt.

She turned back to her computer.

On her birthday, her present was a 'cell phone'. Tecna had been confused, until her father had showed her how fun these things were. To take apart, put back together, replace parts.

It was like a history book.

Perl sat her down the next day and told her that it was time for her to start going to start eigth grade when she was thirteen, and in a normal school.

Tecna had listened with clarity that suited her.

"Affirmative. But Mother, why?"

Perl explained that she was going to start working on a computer that would take up too much time to homeschool her and work.

When Tecna walked into the classroom on the first day, she could tell this would not work out.
A smiling girl with bright blue hair in braids and gray eyes bounded up to her as soon as she walked into the room.

"Oh my gosh! Hi! A new girl! Hi! What's your name?"

Tecna sighed, trying not to roll her eyes. "Tecna."

"My name's...um... Helene! Yay! Hi, New Girl!"

"My name is Tecna."

"I know! Wanna be friends?"

"Thank you, but...No." Tecna sat down at her desk and took out a book about the Pythagorean Theorem. Helene glared at her and bounded off.

Several days later, Tecna was walking to lunch when she heard a voice behind her. "Hey, Robo-girl! Will ya do my homework for me?"

She had no clue who he was talking to; she didn't talk to her classmates and they didn't talk to her. She continued to walk, but the boy kept talking.

"I'm talking to you, Mainframe, or is the speaker in your ear broken?"

She kept her head straight forward, but dared to look around a little. The other children were giggling, and staring at her. Something in her brain clicked. So her was talking to her.

She gave no sign that she had heard him and kept on walking.