A/N: Welcome to my new Winx fanfiction! :)

I've always wanted to write a fanfiction about the Winx's future lives. However, this is no Next-Gen-Fic, because I'm tired of these. They always give me the impression as if the Winx can't be badass fairies anymore just because they're older and got children.
In this story, the Winx are in their mid-30s. All the POVs used in the prolog are also the POVs of the whole story (one POV per chapter). The prolog is basically there to tell you how the girls' lives went.

Please note that I'm german and therefore my english isn't even near perfect. If you spot any mistakes, please tell me, so I can correct them :)

Hope you'll enjoy it :)

Bloom

It was a cool summer morning as Bloom stepped onto the balcony and looked out over the landscape of Eraklyon.

A year ago she would have already heard the distant voices, which came from the Grand Place of the nearby city, at this early hour. Today, however, she heard nothing. As it was for several weeks. People hardly dared leaving their houses, and they had their reasons.

It was not a half a year ago when Diaspro had stated that she no longer wanted to live under the reign of Sky and that her part of Eraklyon wanted to split from the rest of the Kingdom. This call did not come for the first time. Her family was very proud and had been repeatedly announcing their independence for years. And it was denied again and again. Like this time, but by no means did Diaspro see herself as defeated. She would fight for her right and her people.

Bloom did not know if Diaspro actually cared about her people and her family or just wanted to get Sky and her in a predicament. While Bloom did not want to think badly of her – the thought of how much she might have suffered due to Sky's rejection made her feel sympathy – but Diaspro had done too much to Bloom to make her believe in the goodness of people, in her case.

Whatever Diaspros reasons were, she had been able to mobilize her people anyway. Lately, there was a repeated unrest, especially in the capital, and neither Sky nor Bloom managed to master the situation. And the sense of security slowly left the streets of Eraklyon.

"That's not fair!" Bloom heard a high-pitched voice screaming from the living room, and was thus torn from her thoughts. She noticed immediately that it belonged to her youngest daughter Hope, and could already imagine the situation.

Hope and her four years older sister Vanessa could not be more different, and this got noticeable quite often, because they quarreled around the clock.

"Come on, don't be such a softy" Vanessa laughed.

Bloom sighed. Sky could control Vanessa better than she did, but he was currently continuing to look after everything in the city, so it was left to Bloom to prevent their daughters from getting at each others throats.

"What's the matter this time?" Bloom asked as she entered the salon.

"Mom," called the six-year old Hope and immediately came running to her as if her life was in danger. "Nessa wants to fight, but I don't want to!"

"It's just fun," Vanessa said and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe," Bloom said quietly as she put an arm around Hope. "But your sister doesn't want to."

Vanessa snorted. "Because she's a coward. She's got an advantage anyway with her amazing magical powers."

"But I still can't use them," cried Hope to her defense.

"Hope, don't let your sister provoke you," Bloom said to the younger one.

Hope nodded, but Bloom knew that she would not remember it the next time Vanessa starts teasing her.

Bloom smiled at Hope, saying, "If you want, we can practice your powers later."

That conjured an instant grin on Hope's face and she ran off to change into something appropriate.

Hope had not inherited the Dragon Flame, because this power belonged to Domino, and Bloom's children were the heirs of Eraklyon. Nevertheless, she had the power of fire, and such a strong and dangerous force had to be trained from an early age on, which is why Bloom spent several times a week trying to practice with Hope.

Vanessa snorted again and drove with her hand through her short, red hair – apparently the only thing she had inherited from Bloom – before saying, "And what should I do? Sit on my ass?"

"You could read something. Or draw," Bloom said, but regretted her words immediately because Vanessa had other interests than Bloom and would therefore reject her suggestions anyway.

Which she did. "That's boring," she wailed, annoyed. "When does daddy come home?"

"I don't know," Bloom said. It could be that he stayed away until late at night.

Bloom was instantly thinking about Sky who had to suffer way more than her because of this whole situation. He was on the road again, to maintain order and negotiate. He rarely came home before midnight. Bloom remained awake every time to make sure that he had returned, and each time he was completely exhausted and had fallen asleep after a few minutes.

Of course she had offered Sky some help several times, but he insisted that she had to manage everything at home, so Eraklyon would not fall apart. But Bloom knew that he clearly also refused her help so she would not have to be too involved in that matter

Vanessa had still looked at Bloom for a moment, but then stomped out of the room because she could not expect another answer.

Stella

"Stop it!"

Could children never be quiet?

Stella lay on her deckchair by the pool and enjoyed the pleasant sun rays on their skin, but she could not rest because her musings were repeatedly interrupted by the loud splash of water and the screaming voices of her children.

"Angel, Jack. Be quiet, your mother wants to rest," called Brandon's gentle voice, and Stella would be very grateful to him, but she knew that his words did not help. A few minutes later everything went on as before.

Stella did not even need to open her eyes to see what was going on. Jack, her six year old son, always trying to drive his older sister Angel nuts by splashing with water or jumping on her back or what else he could think of.

Angel ... Stella let her daughter's name melt on her tongue. She had definitely made the right choice with this name, even though Brandon thought differently. He found it ridiculous, and insisted on naming their second child. Stella was not satisfied with the name Jack. It did not sound strange, but extremely unimaginative and ordinary. And perfectly chosen to avoid Stella giving him a good nickname.

The names of their children was a recurrent discussion between Stella and Brandon, it had become a daily quarrel.

But as proud as Stella was of her daughter's name, she felt even more pride in connection with her children in general. Even Jack, despite his trivial name.

Angel had inherited her powers as a fairy and Stella hoped that she could soon show her how to use them properly. For this, she was a beautiful girl who would grow into a more beautiful woman. The only thing she had not inherited from Stella was Stella's temperament.

Jack, however, had received too much of it, which was just as well, because he had only inherited the power of the moon, not the sun. The fact that Jack was a male fairy filled Stella with extreme joy. Although he had a boring name and had received only half of Stella's magical powers, he was still special, because male fairies were very rare.

"Be quiet," Brandon said again.

Stella did still not respond. Tomorrow night she was the guest of a talk show, again, and she did need all of her nerves.

Brandon knew that, so his next words were almost predictable.

"That's it for today. Get out," he said, and his words were received with murmurs and protests, but within minutes Stella had finally peace.

Flora

"Long day?" Helia asked as Flora stepped into the house. He pressed quick kiss on the lips to greet her.

"Oh yes," Flora said, exhausted. She fell into a chair. "We were able to follow the trail of these thieves. Apparently they've stolen rare plants from here to then sell them illegally at the other end of the dimension. We have found them in the end, but most of the time we were traveling. I'm done," she added, closing her eyes briefly.

As Flora opened them again, she saw that Helia continued to work on his drawing.

"What are you drawing?" Flora asked curious.

"Ren wanted me draw him how he had defeated Lilian during training," Helia explained.

"He has defeated him?" Flora asked surprised. Ren was their youngest son – together with his twin brother Jacenty – and only seven years old. Lilian would turn twelve.

"Lil let him win, of course," Helia said smiling, and the pride that Lilian had lost for his little brother could be heard in his voice.

"And what about the others?" Flora asked further. She did not like it when she was gone all day to work as a Guardian Fairy and could not get to see what happened at home.

Helia took a short breath, knowing that he had to tell a lot, and then said: "Cat has trained her powers. She's pretty good for her age, today she let several small daffodils grow from the ground, and it didn't even look as if it was exhausting for her."

Flora smiled, but felt guilty at the same time as she had not been there. Cataleya had inherited her powers of nature inherited and Flora wanted to help her as good as she could. But even without her partial absence, it was hard to just concentrate ion her only daughter, because she did not want to neglect her other children, just because they had to live without magical powers. Four children could sometimes be very stressful, but Flora would not want to live without any of them.

"And Jacenty?" Flora asked.. "Did you draw with him again?"

"Yes", Helia answered with a smile. "And you can see the progress Jacy makes. He's really a natural talent. I bet that he'll eventually be better than me."

"Oh, I've no doubt," Flora said, laughing. "The competition isn't sleeping. I would be careful if I was you."

Flora had risen from the chair and went to Helia. She put her arms around him from behind and gently said, "Call it a day and come to sleep with."

"I can't," he said, obviously tired. "I promised Ren I'm finished tomorrow."

"Helia," Flora said with a serious voice, whereupon Helia turned to her, suprised. "Lately, I'm hardly home. When I barely get to see you all day, then I at least want to sleep in your arms."

Helia smiled again and said, "Can't say 'no' to that, I guess."

He gave her another kiss – a longer and gentler one – and then put everything aside so that they could go to bed.

Musa

"Alright, let's call it a day. The rehearsals are over," Musa's tour choreographer said.

Everyone applauded for a short moment and then left the hall, tired and exhausted, like Musa.

The last day had been tough, and the next would be even worse, because in a few weeks her new tour would start and they still had a lot of work to do.

Musa shambled through the corridor to her wardrobe, put on some fresh cloths, and then left the building to call a taxi for a drive to her hotel.

When she finally sat inside the taxi, she leaned her head on the window and closed her eyes. Finally, she had some time alone, although she would love to have two particular people with her. Why do the rehearsals have to take place her?, Musa asked herself for what felt like the hundredth time. She did knew the answer – it was more convenient for most of them and also financially better – but she could only think about how long she would be away from home during the tour and how she could have spent these last weeks there.

The thought of her daughter Tune hurt a lot. She wanted to have her with her, to sing or talk or cuddle with her.

Actually, Musa never wanted to have kids. Or, at least she had never really thought about it. And the thought of having a child with Riven would have made her laugh out loud a few years ago. Partly, this was still the case, at least she had to smirk at the thought of Riven, alone at home with their daughter.

When, more than five years ago, Musa had realized that she was pregnant, she did not really know what to do. She had been sure that it was Riven's child. Admittedly, Riven and her had not always stayed together – there had been a lot of pauses and breaks – but back at this time, they had kind of started something like a relationship again. But Musa being sure that it was Riven's child had not simplified the situation. They had never defined their relationship. Sometimes, they were together, sometimes not. With that, they both kind of did their own thing. Musa did her music, and Riven was on the road to fight, whenever he was needed.

But the fact that despite everything they had gotten back together, was eventually deciding to keep the child. And Musa did, not even for a second, regret it.

But farewells were difficult.

The taxi stopped and Musa got out to go into the hotel. At first, she had to sleep a bit. The six hours she had left would not be enough, but a few hours sleep was better than none.

She opened the door.

"Mom" screamed a voice, and a little girl with violet hair came running towards her.

Musa immediately lifted the little one up and took her in her arms.

"Tune, what are you doing here?" Musa asked with a wide smile on her face, and gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead.

"Surprise!" Riven called, coming out of the next room.

Musa let her daughter down and went to Riven. She put her arms around his neck and put his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, but Musa could sense the desire on Riven's lips and also felt it rising up inside of her.

She broke off of Riven and took her daughter in her arms again.

"I can't believe you found the time to come. Don't you have a lot to do?" Musa asked Riven, but he just shook his head.

"At least nothing important," he said. "And your father didn't seem to have a problem with leaving Tune to me. He's already old."

Musa just laughed and gave her daughter another kiss. Tune slowly started to get restless and Musa put her down again.

"And how long are you staying?" Musa asked curiously and hoped that it would not be just a few days.

"Definitely until the end of the rehearsals" Riven answered and Musa's heart got lighter out of sheer joy. "Maybe we can also go on tour with you for a while."

"But that's too exhausting for Tune," Musa replied, even though this idea sounded wonderful.

"Don't worry, she'll get enough sleep, I'll see to that", Riven said.

Musa nodded, and then yawned.

"I hope you're just as tired as I am, 'cause I need a lot of sleep now," Musa stated and went towards the bed.

"Well, I'm completely done," Riven said. "But Tune … she shouldn't have stayed awake that long, but she wanted to see you."

Musa sighed. "It's alright. We'll just turn off the lights, she'll fall asleep sometime," she said, laughing.

Tecna

"Tecna! Good thing I've got to catch you."

"You're lucky, Edmund. I just wanted to go home."

The old man was completely out of breath from the short way he had run towards her, but after a few deep breaths he said, "I've been going through all the safety precautions for tomorrow again and it just doesn't seem enough for me."

"I won't request a whole army just because of a small party," Tecna expressed.

Tomorrow, her company would turn one year old and that had to be celebrated, of course. However, the idea she realized with her company was little loved in Zenith, and that was why they had to strictly pay attention that the wrong people would not be present. Edmund's worries were therefore justified, but his demands beyond the limit.

"But Tecna," he replied, "we need to be sure and check everything for a second and third time. Did you read those comments on the internet? Some of them write about attacks!"

Tecna had to smile.

"My beloved Edmund," she said, "I understand your worries, but these are no comments that have to be taken seriously. I've got them checked. And all of our safety precautions are completely sufficient. We don't have to exaggerate, as it's a celebration, in the end, and the people sould to feel free."

"And safe," Edmund added, but he realized that Tecna was certain about this, so he left her with a 'Good evening'.

Tecna was indeed certain, after all she had everything checked and calculated. Nothing would happen.

For many years Tecna had had the idea to share the inventions and the advances of Zenith with the rest of the Magical Dimension. Before, only selected items of high value were exported to other planets, because Zenith was vain and proud. But this planets was not particularly old yet, at least in comparison to other planets. It was build with organization and order by brilliant minds and had to gain its reputation. Now it was an independent and extraordinary planet, and wanted to stay one.

But Tecna despised this selfishness. The technology of Zenith could simplify the lives of so many people.

Thus, she had planned a company that would do exactly this: Sharing Zenith's technology with the rest of the dimension.

At first, Tecna had barely found any inventors and developers to support her project – and most of them had been rather unimportant. But then, the first big names came, and they had been able to open the company a year ago.

But Zenith's selfishness did not change. A not that small part of the population was against Tecna's work, and that was why she had to be careful at the party tomorrow.

"I'm back!" Tecna called as she opened the door to her apartment.

"Keep it down," Timmy whispered while he went towards her. "Trevor is already asleep."

Tecna just nodded at that. She went to the bedroom to change into her pajamas, and the got into the bathroom to do her evening routine.

When she came back into the bedroom, Timmy was already lying in bed and apparently sleeping.

Tecna smiled. He had to be as exhausted as she was, but he had still been waiting for her to come home.

She lay next to him and took away the glasses he must have forgotten due to tiredness.

While Tecna was at the company every day, Timmy worked at home – also for the company as he had some of the best ideas. At the same time he had to take care of Trevor, because Tecna was pretty busy.

Trevor … he was not her real son, for Tecna had learned a few years ago that she could not have any children. It had been a sad truth, but she had never really though about children before and nor ever imagined a life with a child.

Timmy, however, had always wanted to have children, and Tecna had known how much this news must have hurt him. For a short moment she had even feared that he did not want her anymore. She was still ashamed of this thought.

About a year ago they had then adopted the two year old Trevor. Tecna had done this more for Timmy than herself, so she felt almost indifferent that he spent more time with their son.

At the beginning, Trevor had been a nuisance, and Tecna admitted that freely. But for the past few months she had started to like this little boy. And one day she might love him as much as Timmy did.

Aisha

"Are we there soon?" Aisha asked exhausted.

The went along a mountain path that apparently hid an entrance to the mountain somewhere. And within the caves were supposed to be many beautiful underground lakes, which Aisha would love to see, just like her girlfriend, Anne.

Aisha knew Anne since her childhood, she had been her first real friend. But then she had to leave, and Aisha had to live alone again, until she had met the Winx. However, about six years ago she had met Anne again. And she had realized how much she did actually love her, more than just a best friend.

Since then they had been on an expedition together.

Of course, Aisha's parents had not been thrilled about this. Neither bout Aisha's idea to travel for a while, nor about her relationship with Anne. They had told Aisha that she needed to marry a noble man and was not supposed to live with a poor woman, whereupon Aisha did not agree to but just stated that under this circumstances she could well deny the throne of Andros.

She had not seen her parents since then and, save for a few interruptions, had been on the road with Anne. It was the freedom that made this way of life so enjoyable.

"I think it's there," Anne shouted, a few steps ahead of Aisha. And before Aisha had reached her, she had already crawled into a small crack of the mountain.

"It's dark," she shouted outwards. "Get in here and make some light."

Aisha wanted to use her magical powers as seldom as possible, especially because Anne did not possess any, but in moments like these they were not only useful but necessary – though others could also get on without magic.

"I'm coming!" Aisha shouted back and climbed into the crack as well. She let a plasma ball flare up, so that they could see their surroundings, but there was nothing to see yet, as there was only a long dark passage in front of them.

So Aisha and Anne continued. About half an hour later they realized that the passageway got wider and wider, which encouraged them to go faster until they were almost running. And then they stopped, because they had reached their destination.

Both caught their breath at this incredible view. And they had already seen and experienced many wonderful thing on their journey, but they always get fascinated again.

In front of them lay a huge crave – or more like an underground hall, at least four times as big as the one on Domino.

And everywhere they saw single little lakes, full of shining, light blue water.

Aisha realized quickly that she did not need her magic anymore, because the luminous crystals, which hang from the ceiling, bathed the whole cave in dull light that reflected from the lakes and the granite wall.

"Well, it's warm enough to swim a bit," Anne stated, looking at Aisha with a smile, and they both started running towards the lakes.

Daphne

"These are only rumors," Daphne said soothingly, but her sorrows could still be heard. "But I've though I should tell you anyway."

"Thank you, Daphne," Faragonda replied with a faint smile. They communicated through hologram, which was now working without any disruptions, because – thanks to Tecna – an improved hologram-technology, produced in Zenith, was now used everywhere in the Magical Dimension.

"It may only be rumors," Faragonda continued, "but I wouldn't rely on that. If anyone finds a way out of the Realm of the Death, it's Valtor."

Daphne could see slight worry lines on Faragonda's forehead. She obviously took these news seriously, just as Daphne had predicted.

"And should we do something?" Daphne asked. "After all, two of the witnesses have seen Valtor once before. It's rather unlikely that they're wrong."

"Unlikely, but not impossible," Faragonda replied. "Valtor has definitely left an impression behind. So it's not surprising if they see him in another person. I don't think that we should or could do anything right now."

That partly baffled Daphne. Faragonda was aware of the potential gravity of the situation and also believed that it was possible for these rumors to be true. But she did not want to do anything about it?

"Why?" Daphne asked bewildered.

Faragonda smiled faintly. "Valtor is neither dumb nor naive," she said. "If he wants to remain hidden, he'll ensure that no one finds him. And when he shows himself, he does it, because he's already certain that no one can stop him anymore. That's why we cannot do anything for now. We can only wait and prepare as good as possible for a potential battle."