Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club.

Alena, I wasn't offended. You just gave me a good opportunity to talk about something I care about. So thank you. I am going to spend some time dealing with Artis and Perdi's new relationship, but it's not the main point of the story, just the side plot.

This is it folks. The final chapter. The end of the story. I'm having a hard time believing it. It seems like I only just started and now it's coming to an end. This story started back in December of 2013 with a simple idea: Tell the story of Bloom in reverse. A fairy finds out she's human, rather than a human finding out she's a fairy. Simple idea, simple story. But then the story took on a life of its own, the characters refused to let their story end, and it began to grow. As I write this the trilogy is well over one hundred thousand words long with nearly two hundred and fifty reviews to its name. I never expected anything like this would happen when I started writing On Borrowed Wings. But now, like all good things, it comes to an end. Thank you all for joining me for this, the last chapter of the trilogy.

Here it is.

Artis knelt on the soft ground. "I never thought I'd spend my seventeenth birthday visiting the grave of one of my best friends." She rose to her feet, placing a small pebble atop the grave stone. The rest of the Classix did so as well. Nyssa came up and placed a bundle of flowers at the base of the stone.

The last month or so had passed in a blur. The Classix had woken up in a hospital on Andros. However, Amelia wasn't with them. She was still in Altivix, and if what Nyssa said had happened was true, then she was almost certainly dead.

After that, everything was hazy, obscured by a shroud of grief. Trials had been conducted, but the Classix had been found innocent. For some reason the Winx had stepped forward to help them, and most of the charges had been dropped when faced with the Winx's opposition. When they confronted Musa about it, she had only said "You're not the only ones who've accidentally created their own worst enemy."

Nyssa's true identity was kept a secret, although the Winx and several other key figures had been told she was Eclipsis's daughter. The decision had been made to keep her existence a secret, for her own safety.

The woman who had been Eclipsis, now Kallise again, had been brought to trial. She didn't even try to defend herself, practically begging for the harshest punishments available. She did ask for one thing though. The right to give her son a name.

With the destruction of the magic that had turned him into a monster, Eclipsis's son had become a newborn human child, although there was a possibility he might still have his father's magic and become a wizard. Kallise chose to name him for his father, and named him Morgan. Morgan was adopted by Mirta's friend Lucy and her husband Ivan. They would watch over the boy, and hopefully train him to use any powers he might possess.

Meanwhile, the Classix did their best to return to their lives. Artis was currently living with Perdi's family, and Nyssa was living at Alfea. None of them were quite sure what to do with the rest of their lives.

Artis brushed the tears from her eyes as her friends came up behind her. Reyva put her hand on Artis's shoulder.

"This isn't how she'd have wanted you to spend your birthday." Reyva said. "She'd want you to be happy."

"I know."

"Then let's get going. We have a big day ahead of us."

They arrived in Magix and set about enjoying the day on the town. They went to a movie, went dancing, and had a picnic in the park, complete with a birthday cake for the desert. They celebrated Artis's birthday in grand style.

Dhalia glanced at the horizon. The sun was starting to go down. Nyssa had already gone ahead to make the preparations. Time to put their plan into action. She nodded to Reyva.

"Hey, Artis, there's something we want to show you." Reyva said.

"What is it?" Artis asked.

"It's a surprise." Dhalia answered. "Come on, let's get back to Alfea."

"Alfea? What's at Alfea?" Artis looked at Dhalia. "Did you find a moving company willing to deal with getting Perdi's books out of there?"

Dhalia chuckled. "No, even better."

They reached their old dorm rooms. Nyssa was waiting.

"Everything ready?" Dhalia asked. These days she and Nyssa got along just fine.

"Yeah. I'll take her." Nyssa stepped forwards and guided Artis into her old room.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"You're going to like it, I promise."

"If you say so." Artis said, as she watched Dhalia and Reyva taking Perdi into their old room.

"What is that?" Artis said, pointing to the outfit that had been neatly laid out on her bed. It was a lovely blue sleeveless dress that shimmered like silk.

"Yours." Nyssa said. "Go put it on."

"Why?"

"You'll find out shortly, now go put it on."

Artis gave Nyssa an odd look, then grabbed the dress and shoved Nyssa back into the hallway while she changed.

Dhalia and Reyva were already there.

"Alright, how do we want to do this?" Reyva asked.

"Let's not have them meet here." Dhalia said. "Nyssa, you stall Artis while we get Perdi to the park."

"Sounds good. Just don't take too long."

"I don't see why I had to get all dressed up for a trip to the city park. We already went there today!" Artis complained, being careful not to step on the ankle length dress. "And you're not wearing anything special." She pointed accusingly at Nyssa.

"No, but someone else is."

"Who?" Artis demanded. "Who else would be crazy enough to-" She cut off as Perdi stepped shyly out from behind a tree. Her breath caught, and she stopped talking.

Perdi was wearing her own dress. It was a dark green that contrasted beautifully with her black hair. It was otherwise similar to Artis's dress, but made for someone ten inches taller.

"I'll just leave you two alone now." Nyssa said as she beat a hasty retreat.

The two girls stared at each other for a moment.

"Hi." Perdi said, awkwardly.

"Hi." Artis said, equally awkward.

"Nice work." Reyva said to Nyssa as she and Dhalia traded high fives. "Where did you get those dresses from?"

"Stella made them." Nyssa said. "The Winx want to keep me out of the public eye right now. They don't want to cause a panic. All the others are getting ready for the new school year, so they asked me to stay with Stella. I wanted to make myself useful, so I volunteered to help her with her fashion business."

"That still doesn't explain the dresses." Reyva said.

"That was the easiest part. I just told her they were each going on dates and didn't have anything appropriate to wear. She was shocked and horrified, and insisted on fixing the problem herself. And if it gives her a chance to test out her new 'Simply Beautiful' line of dresses, so much the better. That reminds me-" She pulled a small camera out of her pocket. "I should probably take this to Stella."

"You took pictures?" Dhalia asked, incredulous.

"Just a few." She began scrolling through the pictures.

"How many is a few?" Reyva asked.

"Twenty or thirty. Each."

"That's not a few."

"It is for Stella. She's going to be unhappy enough that she didn't get any pictures of them with their dates."

"Dates?" Dhalia asked. "She doesn't realize they're dating each other?"

"I don't think so. Amore does though."

"Figures. Well, you should get going. You should never keep Stella waiting."

"Let me know how it goes?"

"We will." Dhalia turned back to watch the Artis and Perdi. They seemed to have gotten over their awkwardness and were now walking towards the edge of the park.

"We're not going to follow them, are we?" Reyva asked.

"No, let's let them have their privacy." Dhalia said. "It's their night after all."

Artis and Perdi wandered Magix for a while, eventually ending atop Merina Tower, one of the oldest buildings in the city and a famous site for romantic engagements. As the last rays of sunlight vanished from the sky they looked down on the city, its lights shining beautifully in the warm summer night's air.

"It's over." Perdi said. "We won."

"Yes, but we lost so much." Artis said, tearing up a bit.

"I know."

"But we also gained something." Artis said, giving Perdi a watery smile.

"Yes." Perdi reached out and hugged Artis. They stood that way for a long moment, pressed against each other, driving their personal demons back with the knowledge that they weren't alone. They stared down at the streets below them. A small family caught their eye.

Bloom and her husband Mark walked past together with their six year old daughter Cynthia swinging between them. Laughing, Mark reached down to pick his daughter up, putting her on his shoulders. Bloom smiled and tickled her daughter's foot. Cynthia giggled with joy and smiled back at her mother.

Perdi gently rested her chin on Artis's head. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too." Artis whispered back.

They moved apart a short way, then came together in a kiss. And if there were still some tears, that was no one's business but their own.

Fin

A/N: And thus it ends. Stay tuned for the acknowledgements and behind the scenes. There was a lot of stuff that didn't make it in, so don't go anywhere.