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Chapter 1: Escape

This occurs during the end of Descendants 1.

Solomon staggered as the entire island seemed to be shaking on its foundations. He heard several items fall on the ground both downstairs and upstairs but gave them no mind. When the shaking stopped, he hurried outside and stood perplexed.

He saw a blue sky and a clear horizon, a calm breeze suddenly went through his hair, the barrier had been deactivated.

Multiple other isle-inhabitants also stood outside their doors, pointing and yelling. Some of them apparently already made way for the harbor. Before Solomon had a chance to do anything though, he heard a voice from inside calling him.

"Solomon! Here! Immediately!" he heard his father yell.

After one more look to the sky, he headed back inside. He found his father upstairs on the balcony. From this position, the chaos on the island was even more visible with several magical inhabitants sending bright sparks into the air as celebration and, as they were watching, a cloud of green smoke erupted from Bargain Castle and flew towards Auradon.

"Maleficent!" The horned king muttered.

Solomon looked at his father. The years had not been kind to him. He was still wearing his dark red robe and horned helmet, but his face was now covered in lines of old age and his wits had left him some time ago. Solomon thus watched in amazement as his father raised his hand and conjured up several green sparks.

"The barrier has been destroyed! I can feel my powers returning." He said to his son.

"I will prepare for our leave, finally Auradon will know our evil again!" Solomon immediately said, but before he could turn away, he felt his father grab his arm.

"No, son. This will not work. Come, we must act swiftly!" he said, and he dragged Solomon along to his lab.

"What do you mean father? We are free! We must leave, take our chance!" Solomon said.

"Not this way Solomon, the barrier won't stay open forever, we won't make it to shore!" The horned king muttered as he searched through cabinets and planks filled with potions.

"Why not? How would you know this? Father, do you realize what's going on? The barrier is gone! We are free to leave, take over Auradon!" Solomon tried to explain.

"Here, take this!" The horned king said, and he pushed a flask with a bright purple potion into Solomon's hand.

"What is this?" Solomon asked.

"Drink it! Quickly!"

"No, wait. Why? What's in here?"

"This is no time for questions, stupid boy!" The horned king raged as he struck Solomon on the back of his head. "Now drink!"

Solomon hesitantly did as he was told, not eager to please his father without sufficient reasoning, not to mention not liking to be hit on the head. The potion was terribly bitter and thick, but he persisted and drank it in one go. "What was that?" he sputtered as he tried to get rid of the taste.

Before he could do anything, his father drank from a similar potion and pointed a long, bony finger at him.

Immediately, Solomon felt odd, as if all of his organs and muscles were suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled down. He couldn't help but tumble to the floor where he started slithering around, unable to produce any sound besides some groaning. His father, meanwhile, had managed to stay standing by leaning on a chair and was speaking an incantation in a language Solomon did not understand.

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread through Solomon's body from his stomach and he now started screaming in pain. As sudden as it had started however, it stopped, and he lay panting on the ground.

"What did you do?" he asked his father. He looked back, the horned king sat down in a chair, he seemed skinnier and weaker than before.

"Father?" Solomon asked wearily as he stood up. "What happened?"

The horned king spoke in a rasped voice. "I transferred some of my power to you." He said. "With this power you'll be able to break through the barrier at will."

Solomon looked at his hands and saw the same green sparks his father had managed to conjure up emerge from his hands. He was astonished. Never in a million years had he suspected that his father still held these capabilities. "I will now be able to bring down the barrier at will?" he asked.

"NO! You stupid boy! You cannot bring down the barrier, only pass through it. Only you can now pass through the barrier at will, you cannot bring anyone else with you!" His father yelled. "You must use this power to break into Auradon and perform a task for me. You shall retrieve my old cauldron."

Solomon's eyes widened. "Your cauldron!? I thought that was destroyed in the war."

"Not destroyed!" his father rasped, "Hidden!"

"You hid it!?" Solomon asked urgently as he kneeled down next to his father. "Where?"

The horned king raised his hand and summoned a map and a journal and then passed them to Solomon. "With your magic, you can get all the necessary information from here. Activate the cauldron, and you'll be able to summon and command the army of the dead. You will take my place in the war son, rain down the evil on Auradon in my stead. And when you're finished, you and I will look upon the ashes together." He said as he grabbed his son by the collar.

"What about you?" Solomon asked. "What will you do?"

"My time for fighting has come and gone, so now I pass on my knowledge to you, so that you can finish what I started. Go! Now! There is little time to spare."

"W-what must I do?" Solomon asked hesitantly. This was all a bit much to take in in such a short time. He had magic, he could pass through the barrier, he would track down and activate his father's old cauldron.

"Take a boat! Go to Auradon. Lay low and find the cauldron. Then it will be your turn!" The horned king exclaimed with his raspy voice.

Solomon quickly gathered as much of his stuff as he could carry, sleeping supplies, a sword, some food, his mask et cetera before leaving.

"Solomon." His father softly said from his chair as he looked at his son with his dark eyes. "Don't fail me. Don't disappoint me!" he said bitterly.

Solomon simply turned around and left his house without another word. He didn't know what he could have expected. A supporting pep talk? Maybe even a declaration of love? But no. His father had never been too fond of him, just enough to trust him with this plan apparently. Solomon also knew subconsciously that he would do his absolute best to bring this plan to a good end. No matter the costs.

As he sailed through the rough Auradonian sea between the isle and the main land, Solomon looked through the water. All sorts of villains were now packed on boats differing from simple rowing boats to captain Hook's Jolly Roger, all heading the same direction. Solomon had seen something the rest might not have picked up, the sky had turned back to grey and the land in the distance was no longer clear, but blurry instead. The barrier had returned, his father had been right, it wouldn't stay open for long.

Some of the more far away boats had noticed this as well and turned around, while some of the closer ones made contact with the barrier and were flung back towards the isle.

Solomon was now almost alone in the ocean. He stopped his boat right before the barrier and stood up. He could see the barrier barely a meter in front of him. He reached out with his hand and touched it. He felt a stinging, burning sensation but was not flung back. He breathed in and focused his magic as good as possible. Suddenly he felt himself fall forward and was unable to stop himself from tumbling into the water. He came back up sputtering, the barrier now separating him from his boat, he could not bring it. With an exasperated sigh, he started swimming towards the Auradonian shore.

It was a tiring journey, not helped by his clothes and the supplies on his back. After nearly an hour of swimming he finally reached the shore, where he fell down in the sand, completely exhausted. This could not last long though, he knew he was exposed here and he would need to find some sort of shelter. So, with a groan, he gathered himself and headed into the thick forest near the coastline.

Solomon could not help but be both surprised and impressed with his surroundings. On the isle, nothing really grew, let alone large green forests with flowers of every color imaginable.

He tracked through the woods for about fifteen more minutes, until he discovered a small hill with a large tree looming over it, he decided to set up camp there. He put down his stuff, gathered some wood and made a small fire. He then sat down and grabbed his father's journal and map.

The map was a basic map of Auradon and the journal was empty. He would have been angry had his father not told him he needed magic to reveal its contents. So, he channeled his magic once again and concentrated on the journal. To his astonishment, words appeared. They did not appear on the page, rather they appeared in his vision only. As if they had been carved in his eyes.

The words were some sort of instructions or ritual, a way to get to the cauldron's hiding place and disable its defenses. He looked at the map, and saw one small dot lighting up, a location in the middle of some mountains. He inspected the map and based on where he guessed he had to be right now, he saw that the location of the cauldron was quite far. He sighed, this looked to be at least a journey of a couple of months.

He then took some time to look around. He hadn't had a chance to admire Auradon's beauty. The clear sky currently patterned with thousands of stars, the green forest with flowers in every color, the birds and animals making cheerful noises, it all made him sick. This was what the so-called 'heroes' took from his people, a chance to live in happiness. Instead they were condemned to a life living of scraps and crime.

In the distance he heard a lot of commotion. As he looked towards the noise he saw bright flashes light up the night sky, he had never seen something like it, it was beautiful. He could only assume it was a way for Auradonians to celebrate, which meant that Maleficent had somehow been defeated.

He then wondered what Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay were up to. They had been the first villain kids to be allowed to leave the isle. Were they the ones who had brought down the barrier? Had they been defeated alongside Maleficent? He would need to search for answers as long as he was here.

He had known the VK's for a long time. Once, in his younger years, he was a part of Mal's gang before a falling out had caused him to be banished and shunned from their group. He could feel the anger boiling up inside of him when thinking of them. They would pay, whether they had tried to help the people on the isle or not, when he would rise to power they would all pay.

He looked at his hands as he conjured up more sparks in green and orange. Oh, how much he wouldn't like to simply barge into Auradon now and burn it all, but he knew that he had to remain unseen. Once he would have the cauldron though, there would be no one to stop him. With glee, he imagined the looks on the faces of the Auradonians as he would lead his undead army against them, they won't know what hit them. Annihilation, out of smoke and darkness.

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