Legacy of Light

A Second Generation Story

Author's Note: While writing the first chapter of "One Of You Winx," I realized it sounded a little stereotypical second gen. I don't intend to keep this pattern.

Another thing you might notice is that some daughters may be referred to by a couple different names. For example, the names Anya and Stella are interchangeable in this story unless otherwise stated.

Also, not all of the characters have been introduced. They will be in chapters to come. As there are a lot (at least 15 main characters), I will do a brief review of each character introduced upon conclusion of the chapter.

Chapter One: One Of Our Bunch

Story walked through the doors of her apartment, her rolling suitcase bumping the backs of her ankle with a thud. She paused for a moment inside the common area, soaking in the tables, the couches, the large picture window.

Great Dragon, she had waited so long to be here. And there she was. She had arrived at Alfea, in the Dragon Flame Dormitory no less. And… well, rumor had it… she would be rooming with Princess Dafne of Eraklyon herself. But that was just word in the quad.

She was thinking all of this when a short, petite girl with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair ran out. "You must be Story of… um, where are you from?"

"Romula. You're…"

The girl didn't answer, only flipped her locks. "One of the lesser realms, then. Let's see. Your guardian fairy is called the Novella, right? Are you training to be her? You should start using that name if you are, I'm going by Fira from now on." As she spoke, the nameplate on the door changed to Princess Fira of Eraklyon.

"I'm not training to be Novella, no," said Story. "I… I just have a patriotic name."

Fira pouted. "Pity. Guardian fairies are ultra powerful and have SO many special privileges when they are in Alfea. That's what my mommy told me."

Story was liking Fira less and less by the second.

Luckily, she was soon relieved of having to put up with the girl. A gasp came from behind her, followed by a blur of brunette and tan. "Dafne! Ehmadragon, it's Daf!" The girl enveloped Fira in an embrace, as long hair the color of tree bark fell upon them both.

Fira laughed. "It's not Daf anymore, remember?"

The girl pulled back, and Story saw the largest pair of hazel eyes ever. "Ehmadragon, you're right. Fira. Oooh, we could call you Fear!"

Fira pantomimed a magic ray. "Striking my own nickname into the hearts of witches everywhere. Nice, Anya, nice."

"Ah ah ah- if you get to be Fira, I'm going to be the Stella from now on. The Guardian Fairy of Planetary Alignments and the Solar System."

"Wow," Story muttered. Two future Guardian Fairies, one dorm.

Stella's head flicked up, sending her wild hair flying in the air once again. "Who is that?" she asked.

"Story of Romula. You're Princess Anya, future Stella of Solaria, right?"

Her eyes rolled. "And you only figured that out after hearing me say it to Fira. Smart, noob. Real smart."

Story started to respond, but Stella turned away. "Where are Lupa and Tecna?"

"They'll be here soon, I bet. I'll send them a text. Dragon, it's great that Mommy arranged for us all to room together. I swear, Alfea's gonna be the best three years of our lives. What classes do you have?"

It was obvious that they barely even noticed Story. She walked into her room and started to unpack. Any other girl might have used magic, but she liked her hands to be busy. First, she took out her bedsettings. Then she hung posters on her side of the room. She became very engrossed in making sure each paper hung at the perfect angle.

"Nice decorating. Maybe that can be your job when you graduate," said (another) new voice.

Story turned. Sitting on the opposite bed, pink hair in a cute curly bob, was a girl with amber eyes and a sweet smile. "Hiya, roomie!"

"I thought I was rooming with the princess of Eraklyon," Story asked, utterly confused.

The new girl's smile faltered a little. "Well, um… she felt more comfortable in a room with someone she knew. I didn't mind, so I traded her." She stood up and held out a pale, long hand. "My friends are all using their titles now, so I guess I'm Lupa. But between you and me, I'll never be used to that." Lupa winked. "Don't tell."

"What was your name before?"

Her face turned embarrassed. "Morgan. After my grandmother. I always hated that name, but weirdly enough, it'll always be more me than Lupa is."

"Morgan," Story tried. "Hi, Morgan. I'm Story."

"Nice to meet you. Though I of course know your life already. Your story, if you will pardon the pun." Morgan rolled her eyes. "I talked to An… um, Stella, on the way in. You're a mundane fairy, not from any recognizable realm, and not comparing at all to her in areas of beauty or fashion, though she said your shoes are to die for."

Story looked down. Her older brother had picked them out. "That basically covers it," she commented dryly.

Morgan gave her a quick hug, like they were best friends already. "It's fine. I'm a mundane fairy in all but ceremonial title- like, third in line for the throne. The only reason they tolerate me is because our moms all knew each other. And I don't think either my mom or I ever really felt like we fit in. Trust me, though- once you get used to Dafne and Anya and Grace, whatever names they go by, they're not too bad to deal with."

"I wonder when Grace is going to get here, anyway." Morgan's brow furrowed. "She's the easiest to deal with, and once you get in good with her, An and Daf aren't half as hard."

Story smiled and nodded, but questions flashed through her head. Wouldn't that still make them a couple steps into Omega too far? Did that mean this Grace girl was nice? And… did Story even want to be friends with them?

Character Review:

Story of Romula: the main character. Not much is known about her yet, but she is a commoner.

Princess Dafne of Eraklyon, the Fira: power of Dragon Flame. Daughter of Bloom and Sky. Extremely charming.

Princess Anya of Solaria, the Stella: power of Planetary Alignment and the Solar System. Daughter of Stella and Brandon. A blunt and reckless fairy with a southern accent.

Morgan of Earth, the Lupa: power over animals. Daughter of Roxy and Andy. Friendly to all, though she never feels like she truly belongs anywhere, especially within the Winx Daughters.