My whole life feels as if it never existed. I dream of another world, the one where the only place I call home is the deep cerulean sea. I swim deeper and deeper, feeling freer than ever before. The sea was mine, and I was the seas. We were lovers embracing tightly, I couldn't let go. I didn't want to. I look up and see the sun sparkling down onto the sea. My braids float around me, and I smile, this was home. This was where I truly belonged. My necklace suddenly began to glow and I felt a sharp pain in my throat. Sing to me. That's not my voice, who is that? How? The voice, did it come from my mind? That's impossible. Sing to me. I scream, and something grabs my leg. No!

It drags me down, lower and lower. The sea gets darker and murkier. My screams get more panicky, as I struggle to pull my leg free. The pulling stops and I quickly look down at my legs gasping in shock, as I see a tentacle wrapped tightly around it. The tentacle was huge, definitely, twice my height and its grip firm. It could have easily wrapped its self around my whole body. There was no way I would get free; I look around searching for anything to pry it off. Desperately, I decide to reach down knowing, it would be fruitless. I had to try. As I hopelessly try to unravel myself something grabs my mouth, I instantly recognize it as a human hand. The hand grips my mouth tightly the owner's sharp nails piercing into my skin.

"You can't escape your fate Uma," A deep feminine voice informs, her tone dead and dreary. She continues on somehow gripping my face even tighter. "I mean you are your mother's daughter." The voice shrilly laughs and pushes me forward.

I instantly turn around and nothingness was there to greet me. Suddenly, a metallic smell hits me, and I look around and see the once cerulean blue water turn red. Was that blood? The sea is turning to blood. I begin to panic, and a sharp pain stabs me in the head. YOU WON'T ESCAPE UMA. The voice was screaming, telling me I'll fail like my mother. Shut Up. I scream in my mind. I was no longer scared now but angry. This has gone on for too long now. I feel a sharp jab in my throat and I open my mouth. Water starts gushing in, except it tastes like blood, and I was drowning in it. This was a dream. This is a dream! Shouldn't I be able to breathe underwater? What is happening?

My eyes start to feel heavy, as the pain I was feeling seems to numb. Am I dying? Is this how people die? I'm scared. I can't die like this! Wake up! Wake up! I jolted out of my slumber, my heart beating fast. What was that? That nightmare felt too real. I died. That was awful. I laid back into my bed, my breathing still erratic.

That was unlike anything I've ever dreamed of before. What does it mean? I look up at the ceiling trying to calm my breathing and failing miserably.

My mother sharply yells my name her brassy voice bouncing off the walls. I promise you that woman can smell fear. I slowly rise out of bed, praying my body would calm.

"What?!" I yell back, my voice shaky. I wanted to slap myself, I knew better than to show weakness, especially to my mother.

"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be at the restaurant, doing your job?!"

I roll my eyes feeling agitated, I just finished working a late shift last night. Just as I have many nights before because apparently, I have nothing better to do! Luckily, it was a school day, not that it meant anything on the Isle. At least that wretched school would get me out of work.

"I can't mom, I have school," I sweetly notified, feeling repulsed by my words I gag.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, nothing has ever affected me like this before.

"Ugh, don't talk to me like that ever again!" She condemns disgusted."Fine, go to your silly school but as soon as it's over..."

I cut her off and continue annoyance evident in my voice, "Yes, I know straight to the restaurant." It's not like I had anything else to do. Oh no, me actually having a life? One would perish the thought because obviously, my life is just me working and serving in my mother's restaurant for all eternity. Life, if we're being technical. Although, if my mother could, she'd have me doing the same thing in the underworld. Great. I think sarcastically to myself.

"Faster you're out of here, faster you can hurry home and work. Now get!"

I don't say a word in response and hurriedly run to the bathroom outside my room. I quickly shower grabbing my towel and run back to my room. There I go to my closet and choose my choice outfit, a dress, a jacket, and some boots. My signature necklace was already on because I never parted with it. My necklace, I didn't even think about the role it played in my dream. It started glowing and, I died.

I instinctively touch my necklace and examine it closely. It looked fine, it wasn't glowing or doing anything odd. I did have a piece of my mother's old necklace in there, but there was no magic on the Isle. And it had been years, decades since a voice possessed the necklace. I dropped the necklace, and let it fall back on her chest. I'm over thinking this; it was just a dream. I needed to let it go. I breathe calmly and quickly change, grabbing my fingerless gloves from my nightstand. I slip them on and walk to my window.

I peek outside and see some kids begging for scraps. I glare at the street feeling a rush of anger. This is the price that villain kids had to suffer. We did nothing wrong, and yet we were forced to live in poverty. I turn from my window and leave my room. I quickly walk down the stairs and reach the entrance.

"I'm leaving, if you even care, which you don't," I scoff quietly, opening the door.

Knowing my mother her face was probably glued to her TV. She loved watching Soap Operas, which is surprising since she loves nothing. Especially me, her own daughter.

I don't know why this bothers me so much, why did I even care? It was so pathetic, but I couldn't help but long for her to speak to me like she cared. Just once. It was never going to happen, of course, it wouldn't we were the bad guys. We don't get love. It's something, we'll never understand. Something intended for Heroes only, but what makes them deserving of it? How are they good and we evil?

They revived my mother from the dead, just to trap her on this Isle, and they doomed me to live out the same fate as her. What have I done wrong? What has any of the villain children done wrong? How are they good? They were sick if you ask me, absolutely disgusting. Even I'm not that cruel, but hey what did I know I was just a villain.

I leave the house closing the door quietly, as not to receive her wrath later for slamming.

I walked aimlessly as I take in my surroundings. Kids were coughing and crying, their parents leaving them to survive on their own. They begged for food, anything edible really. It was so depressing. I look at the buildings; they were all on the verge of collapsing. It reminded me of the people on the Isle, all of us falling apart.

The funny thing was we didn't care, well I guess that isn't true. We cared for revenge. We were all exiled by the King to live on this isle for our parent's crimes. He doesn't see us as innocent children, that have suffered under our parent's abuse for years. No, we're bad by blood, we didn't really have a choice on the roles we played. You're either wicked and survive or you die.

If the king wishes for evil, for us to bear the burden of villainy. I'd happily oblige. I would be even worse than my mother was and I will destroy everyone in Auradon's happiness. They deserve to suffer as everyone on the Isle has. I heard something being chanted and froze when I recognized what they were saying. I gripped my hand into a fist when I recognized who.

"Shrimpy," Mal sings.

Mal's Mother and mine had a rivalry from before we even existed. That rivalry passed on to Mal and I. Mal was the worst of the worst. The Queen villain of the Isle. She made my life hell. And the worst thing was I could never beat her. No matter how hard I tried, how smart I was. Mal always won. Luckily for me, I had a mother that constantly berated me and reminded me of how much a failure I was. Every single day.

"Harry, your friend is being mean to me." Mal cries in a faux-innocent voice. She plays with a strand of her dark purple hair and gives me a hidden smile. I narrow my eyes and give her a pinched expression.

Harry was right beside her, wearing the same thing he always wore. He had the same black hair, and raccoon eyeliner covering his face. He looked the same and even acted the same. Yet, it was a stranger that was looking at me. His light blue eyes making it their mission to stay glued to my face, only lowering down to glance at my mouth. I gave him a look of disgust. It's been months since we last spoken, as he's now dead to me. That's what happens when you choose an evil deranged pixie over your best friend. Since childhood, I might add.

"He's not my friend."

Harry doesn't say a word. No crazy manic comeback, not even a psychotic laugh. He just looks gravely disappointed. I give a hair flip and an eye roll. He should have thought about our friendship before he started hooking up with her. I glare at him and Mal. I was angry at them both. Harry for abandoning me, and Mal for being the most terrible person to have ever existed. I admit I was slightly envious, I wished to prevail as the most terrible on the Isle.

Yet somehow, Mal always found a way to do something so vile, and nasty, it was almost impossible to beat. I would figure out how to take that cocky grin off Mal's face, and I will rule the Isle. I fantasize about Mal being considered the weak one, and me the vilest of the vile. I must have been smiling because Mal eyed me suspiciously, before changing to a smug smile.

"Hurtful, you'd throw away all your precious childhood memories just because you're upset Harry likes me more. Newsflash shrimpy, everyone likes me more," Mal jeers haughtily, her voice full of arrogance and pride.

Her eyes seem to gleam at the thought of putting me in my place. I laugh bitterly, aggravated by the thought of saying another word to her. I had to end this before she declared herself the winner, like always.

"Believe what you want to believe dragon breath, I have better things to do than having this conversation with you," I informed, sauntering away with one last hair flip, but Harry's voice causes me to abruptly stop.

"Uma wait!" Harry yells desperately, I hear his footsteps and I find myself wishing I could turn invisible. "Can I just talk to you for a minute?"

"I have nothing to say to you," I respond disgruntled but in reality, I felt heartbroken.

Part of me wanted to speak to him. Maybe, it wasn't his fault, that he desired my worst enemy. Harry's flirted with plenty of others before, maybe he got tired of them all and decided he wanted to taste betrayal. I can't believe he betrayed me. I'm not sure what hurts more, the fact my best friend is with the girl who despises me. Or the fact I'm actually genuinely torn up about it.

This wasn't the emotions a villain felt. I wasn't allowed to feel like this, why was I being so stupid? I couldn't let this get to me. I had to let Harry go if he can make me feel like this, then maybe it's for the best, that our friendship is over. You don't really feel that way. Stupid conscious, I don't need. Evil people don't need a voice in their head telling them how they feel. I know I definitely didn't need it now at all times.

Mal's hysterical laughter brings me out of my thoughts. I listen for a couple of seconds, only to hear that she's berating me. I bite my tongue keeping myself from letting this conversation to continue. I quickly walk away, but not before hearing Mal yell loudly.

"You don't need her Harry! You've upgraded!" Mal yells nastily, as my feet move quickly to get away.

I finally reached the school and begin dreading going in. I knew Mal and Harry wouldn't be going today or any day. They always skipped school, preferring to spend time doing other 'activities'. Ugh, I hate their relationship. All the boys on the Isle and she had to choose mine.

Mine in a friendly way of course. Harry was my friend. My super close friend that said he'd never leave my side. What a liar. I shouldn't have expected anything less from a villain kid. Trust, trust was for the weak. I don't need anybody.

Even so, I found myself contemplating hearing him out, part of me unable to give up on the first person I had ever called a friend. I shake my head thinking there was no use, it's all over. He had made his choice and now I've made mine. I make my way into the school and am greeted by the familiar dingy and cracked floors that I've come to know quite well over the years. Considering, how, I've spent my whole life in this school, well so did every kid on the Isle.

Every kid no matter their age sat in one classroom. Where we never actually learned anything, mostly, because our teacher preferred to spend all his time crying about someone named Esmeralda spurning him. Whoever she is, I didn't blame her not only did this guy look crazy. But I'm a hundred percent sure his obsession with her was top-level creepy.

I made my way into the classroom and sat in the back next to a window. The desk was creaky and shabby looking, but that didn't stop me from resting my head on it. I close my eyes and yawn.

"Hey, Uma! Trying to sleep again I see." A voice exclaims excitingly, I almost groaned in irritation, but hold back.

I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was Gil. Annoying, to the max power Gil.

"Yes, and like always you're here to prevent it from happening." I raged silently, speaking through gritted teeth.

"You should really try sleeping at home, Uma. It's so much better than sleeping on these wooden desks."

"Do you think I would try to sleep here if I could rest at home?" I pointed out tensely, getting a little crossed.

"Your mom does work you a lot."

"A lot?" I respond incredulously,"Gil, I get like 3 hours of sleep at most because I'm working the late shift all the time."

"Yikes, that's not good. You need your rest." He cheerfully informs, "I make sure to get twelve hours of beauty rest. Gotta keep myself looking hot!" He remarks with a wink in my direction, and I roll my eyes. He kisses his bicep and I gag in disgust.

"Gil, just shut up." I snapped annoyed, glaring at him, as he holds up his hands feigning innocence. He looks away and I satisfied turn in the other direction.

I close my eyes again and hear a psst sound.

"Are you sleeping yet Uma?"

"No Gil, I'm not!" I angrily say, turning my face to glare at him once more.

"Just checking." He defended sadly, I almost felt a little bad. Gil was bothersome, but he did care. We were close friends, once, him, Harry, and I, when we were children. Gil drifted apart from us both, preferring the company of his brothers. Harry and I however stayed by each other's sides no matter what, till now. I, however, wasn't the type to control my temper, and I definitely couldn't control the fire flaring in his direction.

"I give up!" I declare fuming," I'm done trying to sleep."

"Why?" He asks genuinely surprised, and I lift my hands up in frustration, the irritation overwhelming me.

"Because you keep waking me up!" I scream, causing the room to come to an overbearing silence. "What are you guys looking at? Converse among yourselves!" I demanded.

Gil tried to talk to me once more and I raised a finger.

"No, you don't say anything ever!" I yell then whispered. "Zip it."

Gil did the zipping motion and turned away. I rub my eyes and stretch my body. It seems my request to the world for a peaceful sleep, will not prevail. At least this beats working all day at the restaurant. I spend the rest of the time daydreaming and contemplating the meaning of my dream. I knew I said, I would let this go, but I never had nightmares, mostly because I'm currently trapped living in one.

The more I thought about the voice I heard, the more I felt it sounded familiar. But who? It wanted me to sing. For what? Who sings under the sea? A girl can't even dream of being able to live under the sea anymore. There goes that fantasy. And the blood, I unconsciously touch my throat. Why?

I shook my head; I didn't want to think of this anymore. Maybe it's best if I didn't dream for a while anyway, I couldn't have a nightmare like that in school. I'm already seen as weak if I show fear in public. I'd be the laughing-stock of the Isle.

School ended up passing by quickly, and by the time I was at the restaurant I was hungry. I skipped lunch like always, I hated the food. As much as I hated the restaurant, the taste was something I've grown accustomed to. Besides anything is better than rotten apples. I went to the back and asked the cook to make me a plate of something. The cook obliged and I ate a decent meal. I dumped the plate in the sink and told the cook I was ready to start my shift.

My apron hung on a hook in the kitchen and I slipped it on slowly. I could feel myself agonizing about working all day. As if I had a choice to do anything differently? I grabbed the pen and paper I left in my apron pocket the night before.

"Time for work."

Have I mentioned how much I hate being a waitress? Because I really do? I may hate it more than I hate Mal. I didn't even think that was possible. The actual possibility of something being worse than Mal. Just on cue, because the world hates me, Mal walks in with Harry Hook by her side.

I run to them both, stopping them from walking in.

"You're not allowed in here."

Mal feigns hurt and grabs Harry's arm.

"We're paying customers; you wouldn't turn down paying customers would you?" Mal says innocently, batting her eyelashes.

"If they're you, then yes we do."

"I guess; we should take our money somewhere else." Mal commented, with a pout," Such a shame, I was looking so forward to having you serve me."

"That's never going to happen," I answered tightly, there was no way I was going to serve her. Not in this lifetime.

"Uma! Are you turning away a customer?" My mother shrieks and my body instantly stiffens; I didn't know she was here.

"No, I was just sitting them, mom." I give Mal and Harry a forced smile. Does the world hate me? My eye twitches at the thought of serving Mal. Yes, it does. The world definitely hates me.

Mal pushes past me and I lose my balance. I shut my eyes expecting to fall but nothing happens. I look up and Harry's arms were tightly wrapped around me steadying me up.

"Thanks."

He just nods his head letting me go, and walking towards Mal. I go over to another table taking their order, and Mal calls me sweetly. God, how I wish the world could just swallow her whole. I ignore her and focus on the table in front of me.

"Oh waitress," She calls with a sickening artificial sweetness. Did I mention I want the world to swallow her whole? Because I do. I really truly do.

"What?" I ask annoyed, writing the last dish on the table in front of me's order.

"I'm ready to order!"

"That's so nice, now try something called waiting."

"I'm bad, the worst in fact." Mal ranted, venom dripping from her voice," I don't wait." She proclaims hotly, placing her arms on her chest in a sign of defiance. I raise one eyebrow and give her a fake smile.

"Well look at that you're going to have to learn because I'm busy."

"The service here stinks," she impatiently informs Harry who doesn't respond.

"We always set our service to match our customer's attitude."

I ignore Mal grumbling under her breath and take the order I just took to the kitchen, instead of placing it on the serving hatch as usual. The chef eyes me with suspicion asking why I've decided to personally deliver the order. I give them a breathtaking smile, and insist, I give the best premium service to this particular customer. The more I act interested in these customers, the longer it'll take to serve Mal and Harry.

Ugh, but I am not looking forward to actually doing my job. He shrugs, ignoring my suspicious behavior and goes back to cooking. I wait patiently, for the food to finish, and place it on a plate. I grab the plate and walk out of the kitchen. Mal is still at the table with Harry complaining and irritated I was wasting her time.

I fought the urge to put a smug look on my face and walked over to the table that ordered and placed their food in front of them. Reluctantly, I walked over to Mal and Harry's table wishing both of them would just leave already. These were the last people I wanted to serve. I wish there was an option to serve no one. Life is never fair, that's for sure.

"What do you people want?"

Mal gives a toothy smile and rubs Harry's arm. I shoot her a disgusted look, wishing I could bleach that image out of my mind.

"Talk about bad service," Mal chides, pretending to look at the menu. I wait for a minute, before instinctively tapping my foot. Ugh, I wasn't in the mood for her games.

"Order, now," I commanded, about to lose my patience and let them both eat whatever was on the floor. In fact, I should do that. My mother would have a fit though, she hates it when she loses a potential customer.

Harry moves his lips to speak, but Mal doesn't let him get a word out, "We'll take two fried fish fillets and two set of fries."

"She even orders for you now, adorable." I quip writing their orders down on the pad in my hand.

"Uma," He warns, and I give him a try me look. He immediately backs down, another expression passes on his face, one I don't recognize. I ponder what it might be for a moment before Mal snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Why are you still here? Shoo."

"Whatever," I mumbled, walking away from the table and to the serving hatch, placing their order there. I wait at the bar feeling bored out of my mind. I wish time could move quickly, so I can go home and sleep in my bed. Not that I would be there long because knowing my mother she'll wake me up and tell me it's time for another shift.

And it felt even worst because of my best friend, the only person I care about, is dating my worst enemy. I groaned loudly in frustration and the restaurant was silent. Mal laughs, and whistles weirdo. I glare in her direction, feeling overwhelmed with frustration and stress. Will these feelings ever end? And why is everyone still looking at me!

"What is everyone looking at?!" I yell, at the customers irritated, and they all go back to what they were doing before.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, the bell rang indicating, that Mal and Harry's food was ready. I reluctantly grab the tray, wishing I could dump it all on Mal's head. I walk over and dropped the tray on the table, Mal and Harry both glaring at me.

"Oops." I emitted sarcastically.

"It's fine," Harry says tensely, Mal looks at him angrily, clearly wanting to argue.

"Peacemaker doesn't look good on you Harry."

"I love mayhem just as much as you, Uma," He points out, and I laugh. Of course, I loved mayhem, but Harry was a straight up sadist for it. I was always the one holding him back, with Mal, he's been living out his sickest twisted fantasies.

"That's debatable, look I'm done with the talking, just eat your food and leave."

I briskly walk away, ignoring the words Harry and Mal were throwing at me. Mal was throwing maliciousness, while Harry was pleading for me to speak to him. I wish Mal and him would leave me alone. I don't even understand what Harry see's in Mal. She's boring, and not that great I might add. Sure, Mal is pretty by certain people's standards and the most wicked. She also has the most turf and is the most admired person on the Isle. Still, it didn't make sense! Harry was so much better than Mal. He could do so much better than Mal. Why would he choose her? I sound jealous.

No, I'm not, Harry is just my friend. Stupid mind with its silly meaningless thoughts. Dating wasn't even a thing on the Isle. Love is frowned upon, and actually admitting to being with someone, wasn't approved of. Mal, of course, loves to push the limit of the Isle, not that it ruins her popularity. I watched as Mal and Harry ate, Mal throwing fries and him catching it in his mouth. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

They finally left, deciding to cause mischief elsewhere. I was glad because I couldn't take any more of that awful torture. Of course, I have the joy of staying here to wee hours of the night. Serving people. What an absolute wonderful joy. Did I mention, I hate my job? Cause I hate my job. Not only do I hate my job. I hate my life and I hate Mal. And I hate Harry, for leaving me! Strike out, that last part. I could completely care less about my oldest and dearest friend abandoning me for some harlot. Who also happens to despise me!

God, I miss him. Why do I miss him? This is weakness Uma. And you can't afford to have one, I need to have strength. It's the only way I'll survive here.

My shift seems to last forever, my mother had already left hours ago, leaving me to manage the restaurant as always. Finally, the last patron had left in a drunken stupor, I could go home. I could sleep, and I wanted to sleep forever. It beats living out this course of life. As soon as the rest of the staff was gone, I closed up for the night.

The walk home, was long, as I tried to ease my mind, from my earlier stressful thoughts. When I arrived home, I slowly walked into my room, feeling miserable. I slipped off my boots, and dropped myself on my bed, quickly drifting off to sleep. Ignorant, of what was to greet me, in the world of dreams.

A.N. Hi! Thanks for reading, sorry for any errors or anything. This story is a character study of all the descendant's characters, so there'll be pov changes. One of the things that struck me in the sequel, was Mal giving up all her character development to be evil again, which I thought was ridiculous. So, this will be further explored in this story, among some other things. In this world, Ben, never asks to bring over the VK's, so the timeline is the beginning of Descendant's 2. Anyway, Thanks again for reading, will try to update as soon as I can!