When Roxy walked into her house, her dad was right inside the door. He had his arms crossed and a "you're so busted" look on his face. She shrunk into herself, wanting to disappear.

"Where have you been all night? I was worried about you! It's already 11:00 and you know your curfew is nine. I demand an explanation!"

"I was out," she said vaguely.

"Out doing WHAT?"

"I was hanging with the Winx," this was not a total lie.

"I'm not so sure I like those new friends of yours, something isn't right about them, I'm afraid it will get dangerous if you hang out with them. They are older than you after all. What if they get you doing something you regret?"

"They're completely fine, and I'm totally safe around them," another half-truth.

"They aren't associated with any undesirables?"

"Of course not," this was a lie. Roxy's dad stroked an imaginary beard and stared at the ceiling.

"Alright, but go to bed. And NEVER scare me like that again," he smiled at his daughter.

"Ok, I won't," she ran up the steps and shut her bedroom door. Rick rubbed his forehead and laughed, he had such a troublesome daughter. When Roxy got up to her room, she immediately changed into a camisole and shorts. She lied down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, a smile coming to her face. She was lost in thought about her new boyfriend, and speak of the devil…

"How's my favorite fairy?" he asked.

"Good, how about you?"

"Better now that I'm talking to you."

"Aww, how sweet."

"But of course. I just wanted to say goodnight before I went to bed. This is my first night back and I'm beat."

"Then get some rest, we can always talk in the morning."

"And the afternoon and the evening…" Roxy laughed, she loved his sense of humor.

"Yes, then too. I should come over tomorrow."

"That's an excellent idea, princess, and my heart will long for the minute we meet again."

"You're so sweet, I can't wait!"

"I hate to cut the conversation short, but I'm really tired."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Until next time, Love," and with that, Duman went silent. Roxy turned to face the wall next to her bed and smiled. She went to sleep dreaming of her prince.

The next morning, Roxy woke up and thought about last night. Was it all a dream? Was she really in a relationship with Duman? Had she been knocked out in the fight with the remaining wizards? Something was on her neck, it was a necklace. She picked it up and looked at it; it was the house key Duman gave her. She closed her hand on it, knowing that this was no dream. She hopped out of bed and started began to change. She had just finished brushing her hair when her phone rang. It was Bloom.

"Hello?"

"Hey Roxy! What's up?"

"Nothing much," Roxy would never willingly tell the girls what was going on. "How about you?"

"We're all good, want to come over?"

"Why not?" she said, she was still planning on visiting Duman later.

"Great! Come on over to the Love and Pet."

"Ok, see you soon."

"Bye!" Bloom hung up the phone first. For some reason, Roxy didn't really want to go see her friends. All she wanted to do was hang out with Duman, and they couldn't exactly do that with the Winx around. She sighed and started walking. As she was going down the street, that familiar voice popped into her head again.

"Morning, beautiful," Duman said.

"Morning, did you get some sleep?"

"I sure did, and I feel a hundred times better."

"That's good. I can't wait to see you!"

"Same, when can you come over?"

"Well, the girls asked me to come over, so I'm heading over there right now."

"Busy busy, I just crawled out of bed."

"Of course."

"Can you blame me?"

"No," Roxy said. By now, she was walking up to the pet shop. "Hey, I have to go but I'll see you soon, ok?"

"Alright, I'll see you later beautiful."

"Bye." When she walked in, all of the girls were happy to see her.

"Hey Roxy!" Stella exclaimed as she ran up and hugged her friend. "What's up?!"

"Nothing much, you?" Roxy said in a less-than-enthusiastic tone.

"We were planning on going over to the music bar, wanna come?" Aisha asked. Roxy hesitated before answering.

"Sure," she said. "What other choice do I have, stay here?" When they walked in, they were greeted by the specialists. They all hugged their girlfriends while Roxy just stood there. She longed to see Duman; he was all she could think about. The girls noticed her sad face, and they mistook it for something else.

"Don't worry Roxy; we'll get you a specialist boyfriend when you come to Alfea. There're lots of cuties to choose from," Stella said with a wink.

"We're here for you, Sweetie," Flora added.

"Thanks," Roxy said; however unnecessary their support was. She found their bubbly personalities irritating for some reason; they always acted like nothing has ever gone wrong for them. "I guess that's just the royal state of mind," she thought to herself. She knew all about her friends' history and social status. The girls were all the crowned princesses of different kingdoms, Nabu was the only child of the two richest and most influential people on Aisha's planet besides her own kin, and Sky was the king of another planet all together. She'd heard the stories countless times from Stella, the honorary Fairy of Gossip and Bragging. Though she would never admit it, Roxy was jealous of them all. It was every Earth girl's dream to become royalty one day, and she had friends who were born into it. They stayed at the Frutti Music bar for about three hours; it was 12:30 p.m. when they left. As they were walking across a vacant lot, they felt the overwhelming sensation of dark magic behind them. Their hearts dropped and they began to get scared.

"Well, look who it is, ready for a rematch, Winx?" Ogron said, his voice seething with hatred. The girls turned around and tried to put on brave faces. Bloom wasn't letting the wizards know she was scared, and she looked as confident as ever. The others, however, had trouble masking their fear. The wizards were easily beating them lately, it wasn't even close to an equal fight and everyone knew it. Anagan and Gantlos were floating next to Ogron, growling at the trembling fairies. Anagan's blood red eyes burned like fire, while Gantlos' silver eyes were as cold as ever. Each hated the wretched pixies with every fiber of his being.

"How many times are we going to let them get away, Ogron? Can't we just destroy them once and for all?" Gantlos growled.

"We could, but its way more fun to get them close to defeat over and over and see them weaken with every encounter, wouldn't you agree?"

"True," Anagan said. He wasn't as crazy with anger as his older brothers. He never got too mad. It's true that he missed Duman with all his heart, but anger made it harder for him to think things out. It also made it so he didn't realize how much fun he had knocking fairies around, fairies that weren't Flora. He would never attack her, except for the time he turned her own magic back on her. Without warning, Gantlos sent the not-yet-transformed Winx flying into a wall. This earned him some tut-tut-tut noises from Ogron.

"Now now, Gantlos, that wasn't very nice. They don't even have their wings out yet, where's the fun in defeating them when they're helpless?"

"Whatever. They deserve all the pain we can give them," he snarled. The girls stood up with shaking legs and pleading eyes, but the wizards had no sympathy for them. They transformed and flew away to hide.

Duman was taking a walk around Gardenia disguised as a teenage boy to prevent anyone recognizing him. He had black hair in a Goth like style, half of it covering his right eye and all of it coming down into spikes. His once glittering gold eyes were turned to emerald green, he wore black eye shadow around his eyes that dropped down into his cheeks and his skin was even paler. Both of his ears were pierced, and his earrings were now Gothic crosses. The left one had a silver chain going up to his cartilage piercing. He wore a black t-shirt with the grim reaper on the front, black skinny jeans with holes, fingerless biker gloves and lucky thirteen Osiris shoes. He began to get an excruciating headache and ducked into a narrow alleyway. He was holding his head between his hands and leaned against a wall. He squeezed his eyes shut and sunk down to the ground, wishing it would just go away. Then, recognition crept into his head. This was no ordinary headache. Something was wrong. Roxy. Roxy was in trouble. As soon as he realized this, the pain was gone. He stood up, trying to remain calm. He knew that his brothers were attacking her, and they could finish her off easily. He couldn't bear to hurt them, or to let her them hurt her. Now, Duman had a choice to make. Should he go save her and jeopardize their chance at being together, or should he leave her and hope her friends could pull through once more?