I'll keep this short since the last chapter was predominantly an Author's Note with a very little chapter. Before I pick one perspective to settle on, I'll try doing one chapter for each girl and then I will decide. As per popular request, this will be Stella's chapter.

Don't forget about the poll on my page or the Trix's baby names!

Fair warning: Canon starts to get played with at this point. This is after season 3 and Roxy does make an appearance (as well as Roy, Nex, and Thoren), but none of the events of season 4 and onward unfold.

Stella

It's been six years.

I let myself forget about him and I stopped crying myself to sleep halfway through year four, so that's good at least. I've picked up a second job because we can't depend on the generosity of Mike and Vanessa forever, as kind as they are. So now, on top of my job at the department store, I work the night shift as a waitress at the Frutti Music Bar with Bloom. The only difference is that she works there all day. Poor thing gets home at midnight covered in smoothie juice and looking a mess and still has time to tell Alex and Bella a story before they go to bed. They stay up for her. Lilly and Arty are normally knocked out by the time I get home because Flora offers to watch them for us. After the old lady who previously owned the place bit the dust, Flora now owns the Carriage House, the daycare I mentioned last time I wrote to you, so she and the triplets moved out of the apartment building and into the home above the daycare. She is so much help with the kids.

It's not all bad. I got a promotion, so I'm the manager now. The money is very helpful, but it's not nearly enough. The kids are going to have to go to school soon and I don't know how I'm going to pay for their school supplies. We'll get by. We always do. If only I had a college degree. Apparently, if you want to do anything on Earth, you have to have one of those because saving the Magix Dimension a trillion times doesn't qualify you for anything. Don't worry, Ms. F. That was a joke. We haven't revealed magic or anything. Speaking of, Roxy is still adamant about living out her life on Earth despite discovering she has superpowers. I'll keep you updated on that, but as of right now, she just wants to get through high school and become a veterinarian.

In other news, I've met a boy. Not a boy, really, but a man. Sometimes I forget that I'm twenty-three years old now. I still feel like a teenager when he looks at me. He's sweet and funny. His name is Ismail and every day at exactly noon he shows up at the store to ask me out. So far, I've said no because... well, what if HE comes back? But my resolve is starting to wear down and he's really good with the kids.

Oh, and Marlowe's two years old now! Aisha is absolutely ecstatic about her little girl and Bay is such an adorable big brother to her. We don't know much about the father other than that he was one of Aisha's clients and he must have had some lovely locks because Marlowe's hair is just now growing out and it is blonde and I mean blonde. She's also a little lighter than Bay and Aisha but not by much. Aisha got her job as a personal trainer back, so now the kids stay at KIDSports all day instead of going with the others to Carriage House. It costs money, but she likes to see them during the day since she gets home from her other job too early in the morning to see them at bedtime. I don't blame her. Her second job is very demanding and I know that if I had the option to see my babies throughout the day I would.

This letter is getting a little long and I have to bring the kids to daycare once they finish eating breakfast, so I'll end it here. I've attached a picture of all of us, including the kids, since you asked how we were taking care of ourselves in your last letter. Please don't mention how much they resemble... them. Until they get back, I prefer not to think about it. That is, if they get back. You'll let us know, won't you?

Okay, now it really is getting too long. We miss you a lot, Ms. Faragonda. Write back soon.

Love,

Stella

Bloom was sick, so I took her shift at the Frutti Music Bar, simple as that. Simple, except for the fact that I had already had a shift that night, so I just worked two shifts instead and ended up having to walk home at twelve o'clock at night.

When I got back to the apartment, everything was very quiet. Granted, everyone was already in bed, so obviously I was the only one left awake. Except for Aisha, of course, who was working a really high-end party uptown. Poor hun. The life of an escort is taxing.

I tried to walk up the stairs to our apartment as quietly as possible, so I wouldn't wake anybody up. The sound of the creaking steps echoing in the stairwell put me on edge and filled me with a kind of adrenaline I hadn't felt in a very long time. It filled a hole I didn't know I had.

When I finally made it up to the apartment, I breathed a sigh of relief. The shadows in the stairwell gave me that awful, sleep-deprived feeling of being followed that you can only get at one in the morning when you're all alone.

Walking through the kitchen/dining room/parlor, I put my purse on the counter and pulled my hair out of its ponytail. Yawning, I started making my way towards the shower, when suddenly...

CRASH!

I was on the floor. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry. I just wanted to lay there, in too much pain to feel fear or worry or anything but pain. That is, until I heard a scream.

You know those stories about mothers who can do impossible things when their children need them most? I like to think that's what happened when I pulled myself from the brink of passing out, stumbled down the hallway, and kicked down the door to my kids' room.

Standing in the middle of the room between the two twin beds was a cloaked figure holding both my children in the air by the wrists. Their face was cloaked in shadow, but I could make out a sinister smile.

"Put down my kids," I threatened, holding my hands out in front of me like I was going to blast them. I hadn't blasted anything in ages, but a few seconds ago I kicked down a door, so I was feeling confident enough to threaten them. Plus they had my fucking kids.

"What are you going to do?" the figure whispered. Arty whimpered, so I stiffened my arms.

"I'm warning you," I said. "Put my kids down and get the hell out of my apartment. You have no idea who I am."

Their smile twisted into a disgusting smirk as the figure proceeded to float above the ground.

"Oh?" they said tauntingly. "Don't I... Your Highness?"

The title was accompanied by a satirical little bow. Lilly started crying and her brother quickly joined in. My heart leaped into my throat. They looked at me with faith that I would make everything better, but I still had a headache the size of Solaria's second sun and there were black dots prickling my vision.

"I'm warning you," I repeated less confidently than I had before.

"No," the figure said, "I'm warning you."

A beam of dark energy came forth from the tacky pendant holding the figure's cloak together that knocked me back against the wall. I slumped against the floor.

There was a sudden slam as the door swung open and a tall figure in gleaming armor stepped through.

"Put down those children," the hauntingly familiar voice of the stranger demanded.

For some reason, the figure listened to him and slowly put Lilly and Arty back on the floor. They both rushed towards me and curled up on either side of me.

"I'll give you five seconds to leave from this place, or I will blast you into oblivion."

The figure nodded shakily, conjured a portal, and disappeared.

I looked up at my knight-in-shining-armor, a feeling of dread curling up in my stomach. He knelt down beside me and took off his mask just as the black dots started to consume my vision.

"Stella," Brandon said, gently caressing my face with his glove.

"Why the hell are you here?" I said and then I passed out.

Very, very early the next morning

"Where are my kids- what the fuck?" Aisha asked as she walked into my apartment wearing a gray tracksuit and smudged makeup and stopped suddenly in the door way when she saw us.

The Specialists were all squished together on my couch while Bloom paced in front of them and Musa and I watched. Somewhere in my kitchen/dining room/parlor, Flora was calming down the crying kids while Tecna was in my room trying to get a trace of the magical signature of that sick, demented freak who had tried to take my kids. Just thinking about it made me angry, even angry enough to ignore the fact that I was standing in the same room as Brandon for the first time in six years and he had crimped hair for some reason.

"Aisha," Nabu said as he started to get up from the couch but a firm look from Musa made him sit back down.

"Momma!" Bay cried, flinging himself into her arms. Marlowe toddled after him, wrapping her pudgy arms around one of her legs. Thankfully, Bay and Marlowe were staying in Musa's apartment when it happened and Bloom, Tecna, and I were the only ones who were attacked.

"Hey, baby," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead. She ruffled Marlowe's hair and put Bay down, turning to Musa to ask, "What happened? What's going on?"

She eyed the Specialists warily, especially Nabu who she regarded with serious suspicion. Musa pulled her aside and started whispering in her ear, explaining what had happened. Brandon saw me watching him so I looked away quickly. I could not meet those eyes.

"Bloom, can I-"

"No," Bloom said, cutting Sky off. "I'm just trying to- trying to... I'm feeling a lot of things right now, so just give me a second."

The blond obeyed and kept his mouth shut. Brandon leaned over to whisper something in his friend's ear, but his eyes never left me. I looked everywhere but at him. A few minutes passed before anybody spoke again.

"Okay," Bloom said. "Okay."

She sat down on the coffee table in front of my couch and Sky took it as his cue to speak.

He took a deep breath and said...

"I've missed you."

Bloom shot up from the coffee table so fast she almost knocked it over. In a righteous fury, she said, "Don't you dare give me that crap. I want to know who those people were who tried to steal my kids."

Sky winced and I couldn't tell if it was because she was shouting or because she said "my kids." Either way, she had the total right to do that.

"Right, got it. You want a mission briefing. Okay. Well, those people were some cult members who are trying to get back at us for things that transpired while we were away on our mission," Sky explained slowly so as not to provoke the raging redhead.

"Oh... so this is your fault," Bloom accused, making Sky's eyes widen in alarm. He stood up quickly so they were standing chest to chest. She had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes, but that didn't dilute her anger.

"Bloom, I am so sorry. We thought we had the situation under control, but we let some people slip through the cracks. I am so sorry that any of this happened."

"Get out."

"What?"

Bloom glared up at him so fiercely that Sky tried to take a step back but ended up plopping back down on the couch.

"You heard me. Get out of my house and get away from my kids." I didn't feel like it was worth mentioning this was actually my apartment. Nobody moved. "Now."

The boys jumped up and raced to the door, running out of the room like bats out of hell. The door slammed behind them. The second it closed, Bloom sank down onto the couch and started to cry into her hands. I sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Why did we end up on different sides of the story? We were supposed to be forever," she mumbled into her hands.

I nodded understandingly and rubbed her back, saying, "I know."

Alex and Bella ran out of my kitchen and jumped up onto the couch. Bloom quickly wiped her tears.

"Mommy, who were those bad men?" Bella asked.

"Nobody, honey," she said, stroking her long blonde hair gently. "They're nobody."

My heart throbbed at her words because once upon a time they used to be somebody.

The next night I was working my shift at the Frutti Music Bar as per usual and this time Bloom was working with me. I stubbornly kept pretending that last night never happened and Bloom and Musa seemed fine with that. The three of us were currently taking a break at the base of the stage while attendance was running low. There were only a few people there: an elderly couple, a young family, a few teenagers, a lone biker sitting at the bar, and a large group of guys sitting in the far back corner hiding their faces in their menus and sneaking glances our way oh no...

"Hey, girls," I said, getting Bloom and Musa's attention. "Don't look now, but I think they followed us to work."

"Who are... oh shit," Musa said as she turned around and saw familiar magenta hair poking out from behind a menu.

Bloom started to turn red as she said, "I cannot believe that they would-"

"Woah, there, feisty," I said, placing a hand on her arm. "We can't just walk up to them."

I turned to Musa, thinking she would back me up, but instead, she just asked, "Why not?"

I looked at her like she had grown a second head. "Well, because... because... because we can't! It's the Specialists! That's why!"

"I for one would love to give that meathead a piece of my mind," Bloom said, rolling up her sleeves.

"Now, wait a second," I said. "Think about this. We can't just-"

"Hey, yo, assholes!"

The whole bar looked up to where Musa was walking over to the Specialists' table. Bloom and I quickly followed as damage control. I could see the boys' faces pale from all the way across the room. Musa's bandmates hopped off of the stage in case she needed some backup. I was just praying I wouldn't lose my job.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked once she reached the table. "Leave us alone."

Riven glared and stood up. "We can't, Musa. You're being followed."

"We're what?" Musa and I said at the same time. Brandon looked at me when I spoke. There was such a strong longing in his eyes it was overwhelming. I turned my attention back to Riven.

"What do you mean we're being followed?" Bloom asked angrily. "Who's following us?"

"Remember those people from last night? Yeah, they weren't just there to scare you. They're here for revenge."

Helia groaned and dropped his head in his hands. "Dude, this was supposed to be top secret."

"I don't care," Riven snapped at the pacifist. Turning back to Musa, he said, "I love you, Musa. I don't understand why you're mad at me and why I can't be with you."

"Oh, so I just snap my fingers and we go right back to where we were?" Musa asked sarcastically. "My life is different now. I'm not the same girl you dated. I can't be her. I have to be a mother now and there is no room in my life for people who endanger my daughter."

Riven groaned in frustration, "I'm trying to protect you."

"From a problem you created," Musa added. "Leave me alone and don't come near my daughter."

She stormed back to the stage and explained what was going on to her bandmates. They glared at Riven and turned back to tuning.

Bloom snapped her hands in front of Riven's face to get his attention away from Musa. He glared down at her. She glared up at him.

"About that protection thing," she told him, "we don't need it. We can take care of ourselves."

He smirked, something that I knew had always bothered Bloom for as long as she'd known him. She told me once that it made her want to punch his face in. I couldn't really blame her, especially now when he smugly said, "That's not what it looked like last night."

Bloom faltered and said defensively, "W-well... they took us by surprise. We'll see it coming next time."

"Next time will be a surprise too," Sky said quietly from the other side of the table. All eyes went to him as he sighed dejectedly and stood up. "They'll catch you by surprise the next time and the time after that and the time after that. You can't expect them."

"We can fight them," I offered, but I wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Sky gave me a look that said 'who are you kidding?'

"How long has it been since any of you have practiced magic?"

We both fell silent.

"That's what I thought," Sky said, but he wasn't bragging like Riven. He sounded... sad. "We can't leave you girls alone. Musa was right when she said that this a problem we created. I can't just leave you all defenseless against my enemies. As a hero and as a prince, it goes against my code of honor."

Bloom tried to glare at him, but she was very obviously swooning so I pulled her out of there as fast as I could, leaving the boys to stare after us as we marched back to the stage. Needless to say, none of us got very much sleep that night.

Faragonda smiled down at the picture in her hands. She always enjoyed getting letters from Stella because the cheerful sun fairy always made sure to mention how the other girls were doing, as opposed to Musa who just gave her a walkthrough of her day.

The picture was taken on the beach, presumably near the Frutti Music Bar since Musa had mentioned in a letter that she performed at a bar near the beach. All six girls stood laughing with their children in what people on Earth refer to as their 'Sunday best.' The girls looked older and more mature now, but just as beautiful as they had always been. The children seemed to be frozen in some sort of suspended motion, as if they had been running around when the picture was taken. They had grown a lot since the Winx had last visited with the children. They were all now around five years old by the looks of it.

On the left, Musa was standing with her daughter sitting on her shoulders. Tessitura was sticking her tongue out at her mom who was grinning up at her. Tess had navy blue pigtails that sat at the base of her neck. She had narrow violet eyes and milky white skin. She was petite and slim like her mother with the same tiny nose and impish grin. Next to Musa stood Bloom with her arms around Alexander and Isabella who looked to be arguing about something. Bella was lovely with long blonde hair and peachy skin while Alex had a thick head of red hair and freckles on every inch of him. They both had Sky's bright blue eyes, strong jawline, and aristocratic nose. Next to them was Aisha who had one child standing in front of her smiling sweetly at the camera and another propped up on her hip wailing into her ear. Bay, who was grinning at whoever was taking the picture, had twinkly dark eyes and dimpled brown cheeks. He had a full head of wild brown curls and he was the tallest of all the children. Faragonda had never met the crying little girl before, so she assumed it was Marlowe. Stella was right about her not being as dark her mother or brother; she had an unfamiliar shade of blonde hair, but her wide blue eyes and obvious temper clearly identified her as Aisha's child. Flora stood next to Aisha with her triplets standing in front of her with their arms around each other, all just as tan as their mother. On the left was Otoño with a tight-lipped grin and narrow dark blue eyes. His honey brown hair was neatly combed to the side. On his right stood Primavera with her long blonde hair in a side braid and her narrow jade eyes shining like gems. Between them with her arms slung around both their shoulders was Verano, the oldest triplet, who had long navy blue waves and Helia's sharp chin and eyes. While the other two possessed Flora's rounder features, Vera was basically a tan, genderbent, five-year-old Helia. Stella stood on Flora's side with an arm around the nature fairy's neck. Apolline stood posing in front of her mother with a bright smile lighting up her pudgy face. Her eyes were dark and dramatic with long thick lashes framing them and her hair was brown and held up in a high ponytail with chocolate bangs swooping over her forehead. She was as beautiful as both of her parents combined. Her twin brother Artemio was hiding behind Stella's skirt, peeking out from behind the pink fabric. He had wide yellow eyes like his mother and dirty blonde hair styled into a faux-hawk. Unlike his sunkissed sister, Arty was as fair as moonlight and much shyer than Lilly by far. Stella had a loving hand placed on his head as he shied away from the camera. Lastly stood Tecna who was bent over tickling Eddison whose eyes were screwed shut in joy behind his wire frame glasses. His hair was a bright bubblegum pink, as opposed to his mother's more purplish color, and he looked exactly like Timmy. And by exactly like Timmy, I mean exactly. The boy was dressed in pastel colors with suspenders and a bow tie. He looked just as nerdy (and pale) as you'd expect any son of Tecna and Timmy to be.

Faragonda leaned back in her seat and took in the picture as a whole. They looked happy. Good, she thought. They deserve to be.

Meanwhile on Earth, the Winx Club's world was being flipped upside down.

Don't forget to vote or review or anything. I hope you like the story so far. I know the kids didn't play a big role. I'll try to get them more involved next chapter. I hope you like the giant paragraph I gave you just in case you're having trouble picturing the kids. Tell me what you think and how you think the boys will acclimate to life on Earth.

Love, Ru