So, I watched the movie and I loved it. Loved all the characters but Evie won a special place in my heart and I thought of this, kind of what could happen next in this story. I don't own anything but Mac, Saul, Jade and Hailey, my four descendants.
This is how I picture them:
Garrett Clayton – Macarius/Mac, son of Maleficent, twin brother of Mal.
Maia Mitchell – Jade, daughter of Captain Hook.
Jake T. Austin – Saul, son of Dr. Facilier.
Joey King – Hailey, daughter of Queen of Hearts.
Chapter 1.
"Are you ready for this?"
Mal turned to look at Ben who stood beside her, his fingers intertwined with hers and his thumb running soothingly over the side of her hand. In a few minutes they would welcome the new children from the Isle of the Lost, who would have a chance at Auradon this time around, the ones chosen by the recently crowned King of Auradon, Ben. As his girlfriend, the moment she found out that other kids from the island would attend Auradon Prep, Mal had begged to know the names of all four of them.
It hadn't been pretty when Ben mentioned her brother.
She had been furious and inevitably scared. Truly scared. In between shouting and pacing, she had tried to make Ben understand that her twin brother, Mac, was nothing like her. He was the exact image of their mother: evil, rotten, heartless, and he would surely try to break the peace they had tried to break once, but his efforts wouldn't be as pitiful as theirs.
And if he had his sights set on revenge, Mal was afraid he would most likely accomplish it, he wouldn't stop until doing so.
"I think I am," she said, squeezing back Ben's hand.
"He doesn't have his magic, remember?" Ben whispered. "He won't be able to hurt you or anyone else."
Unlike her, Mac had been born with powerful magic, just like their mother, therefore he had always been Maleficent's favorite ―she had been disappointed when her daughter had been chosen to go to Auradon the first time instead of her son. His magic had never been put to good use, back in the Island he could only do some silly tricks, but the fact that he could actually do magic in a place where no one except for the most powerful villain could, was the answer to the extent of his growing strength.
Mal definitely didn't want to find out what he could do.
Of course Ben, his heart always so trusting and noble, hadn't listen to her and didn't change his mind, reminding her all the same that he hadn't given up on her in the past; he did took some precautions and had Fairy Godmother put an enchantment on Mal's brother the moment he was outside the barrier so his magic wouldn't work at Auradon, just like it didn't work at the Isle.
"It'll be fine, I promise," Ben added, turning to look at the approaching limo.
With her heart beating wildly against her chest, Mal looked at her sister in all but blood, standing right in between Carlos and Jay, the other two members of her new family. Just by eyeing her, Mal knew Evie was scared to the bones. All of them knew Mac, they had tried to be more like him back in the Isle, but Evie knew him better than all, with the exception of Mal, of course. Evie and Mac had been weirdly close back then when they were all supposed to be bad and only wanted to be like their parents; back then, they had shared a silent friendship ―in a world where the word friends literally meant 'I won't stab you in the back'.
Therefore, Evie knew as well that Mac was nothing like them, and the possibility of him changing for good was non-existent.
"Don't worry, we'll help them just like Ben helped us," Carlos whispered to Evie followed by an encouraging squeeze of her hand. "He will know what good is."
It was obvious that Carlos had misunderstood her concern about the whole situation; she would send Mac back to the Isle if she could. She felt the hair of the back of her neck rising when the limo finally stopped in front of them and the driver got out of the car to open the back door.
The first one to get out of the car was a younger girl, fourteen, Evie knew well, with pale skin and brown hair above her shoulders. Her ocean blue eyes had turned into thin slits and her brow into a deep frown the moment she stepped out of the car, before she brought the heart shaped lollipop to her mouth. Her girly dress was red with a black belt, matching collar and wrists, and she wore a small, golden tiara as well.
Hailey, the annoying and loud daughter of the Queen of Hearts.
The girl who followed was their age, tall and beautiful, her skin of the lightest olive and her eyes black like coal; her long wavy hair was of the same color, with silver jewelry tied to a few strands. Her 'lady pirate' style was just as dark: black boots to the knee, high waisted, black pants and a matching top; the leather jacket, however, was crimson and so was the bandana covering her forehead ―she also wore a small dagger attached to her right hip. Her face was unreadable, and her hand played with the pocket clock hanging from her neck as she was also eyed by everybody on the yard.
Jade, the deadly and fierce daughter of Captain James Hook.
Evie first saw the hat of the young man who followed, black and not as tall as his father's had once been, but with the same red band, the pirate skull and bones in the middle, and the feather, of course. On his upper body he only wore a necklace with long teeth and dark purple best that showed off his formed biceps, and black pants with nice shoes on the lower part. His skin was tanned and his dark brown locks were exposed when he took off his hat to make an elaborated vow, a lazy grin on his face.
Saul, the liar and cheater son of Dr. Facilier.
He started to absently play with a deck of cards as he moved to let the last kid get out of the limo. Evie could hear Mal holding her own breath as another tall young man got out of the fancy car: black combat boots, black jeans ripped on the knees, and black loosen shirt with half of the buttons opened reviling part of his sculpted chest. A long iron necklace hanged from his neck, a round pendent with a bright and purple rock in the middle moving from side to side as he walked closer to all of them. Evie looked up to find green eyes and a huge, wicked grin on his handsome face as he approached.
The familiarities with Mal were undeniable.
"Mal, dear sister," he spoke once standing right before her, and his deep voice sent shivers down Evie's spine. "Long time no see."
"Brother," she addressed him, not breaking eye contact. Evie knew that although not many words were being exchanged, many things were said between the two siblings. "You haven't changed a thing."
"You can't say the same thing, right?" That wicked smile only grew, taunting. "How's mother? They have her locked up around here, in some dungeon, I'm guessing. But she deserves it, doesn't she?"
His charming talking was only fooling the trusting people of Auradon; Mal didn't believe any word that came out of his mouth. Before she could say anything else, Ben cleared his throat to redirect Mac's attention to him.
"Macarius, I'm Ben―"
"Oh, please, don't call me Macarius," he waved it off with a wide grin, taking Ben extended hand in his, as the King smiled friendly at the newcomer. "It's way too fancy. I'm just Mac, your highness."
"And I'm just Ben," he said.
Mac laughed shortly.
"I have a feeling we'll be good friends, Ben." He let go of Ben's hand and moved to the right, finding himself face to face with two boys he hadn't seen in a long time. "Carlos and Jay! How are you, fellas? Still stealing things, still afraid of dogs?" Dude barked then, sitting right in between Carlos' feet, while the two boys stared at Mal's brother. Mac smirked at the dog and then at Carlos. "Guess not…"
He moved again to the right and Evie felt her heart beating wildly against her ribcage when his green sight found her brown one. The smile on his face softened, although that wicked glint on his eyes never vanished ―she could see it there even miles away―; the intensity of his stare was burning and didn't allow her to breath.
"And Evie," he sighed almost dramatically. "Still the fairest of them all, I see. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you haven't changed a thing." She didn't like the compliment, not coming from him, and suddenly she felt he was too close; she wanted to move but her feet weren't listening. "I've actually missed you, E."
With that smile that was nothing but mocking, he took her hand in his and bent down to leave a soft kiss on its back, turning her blood cold. Luckily, the headmistress chose that moment to introduce herself to the new four children of Ithe sle, making Mac step back in the line with the other three kids, although his amused eyes never left Evie's.
"We welcome you, children! I'm the fairy godmother, headmistress of Auradon Prep!" her voice was loud and happy, just like it had been when it was Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos getting out of the limo. Nobody missed Saul's snort but he was quiet the moment he felt everybody staring at him. "We're more than happy that King Ben's proclamation to give a chance to the children of the Isle is still standing," the Fairy Godmother continued, choosing to ignore Saul, "and that you accepted our help so you can become the kind and good people you are supposed to be, just like the four children before you."
"And I promise I'll make sure your stay will be nothing but pleasant," Ben added, beaming proudly at them after shaking the hands of the others, his arm now around Mal's waist when he went back to his spot beside her ―Mac smirked at the sight of this. "Now come on, I'm sure you want to settle in your dorms. After that we can show you the rest of the school if you'd like."
"This place is huge," spoke Saul when they arrived inside the wide hallway with the two stairs that leaded to the dorms. "I hope our room is just as fancy, Mac."
"We have to share rooms?" asked Jade looking sideways to the fourteen year old who was still sucking into her heart shaped lollipop. "And I get the little brat, don't I?"
"Who are you calling a little brat, Wreck it Ralph?" Hailey shot back, narrowing her eyes at the older girl, who she clearly wasn't intimidated by.
"Wreck it Ralph?"
"I think she called you like that because of the fact that you're crazy dangerous when you're angry," explained Saul with an amused grin. "Remember that time you almost chopped my arm off just because I borrowed one of your swords?"
"Borrowed?" Jade raised a perfectly styled eyebrow, her hand dangerously close to the handle of the dagger on her belt ―she wasn't allowed to carry her blade around campus, but she had her way of persuading others and at least she could bring a small knife with her wherever she went. "You don't know what that word means, Saul."
"No, no," Saul smirked, his right hand playing with the deck of cards. "We just know different definitions."
"Oh, please, all the definitions in your text book mean stealing, cheating and stealing," Hailey huffed and sneered at older boy.
"Touché."
His laugher was cut off by Ben's coughing. The three of them turned to see the King and the other five ―including Mac― watching their little exchange. While Mac's eyes showed his amusement, Ben only opened and closed his mouth trying to say something, his brain reminding him that these four kids were not Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos, and he couldn't expect them to act like his friends.
"I'm afraid there won't be any stealing, guys," the King finally spoke, bringing his hands together as another friendly smiled showed on his face ―Mac wondered to himself how polite and welcoming someone could be before it turned annoying.
"I had to learn to live with that too," Jay joked, making Saul smirk.
"And yes, you will be sharing rooms," Ben continued. "But I'm sure you'll find a way to get along, girls, isn't it more fun to have someone with you than being alone?" The girls just looked at each other and then back at the King, who decided to keep going and let the matter drop, grinning widely when he saw one of his closest friends makeing his way into the hallway. "Doug! Guys, this is Doug, he has your schedules for tomorrow. Your classes begin first thing in the morning."
"We have to wake up early?" Saul complained.
"You'll get used to that too," Carlos grinned, running his hand through Dude's fur.
"It's nice to meet you all," Doug said politely, handing each their school schedules, and sharing a private grin with Evie ―Mac inwardly smirked when he saw the exchange. Doug left shortly after that, and dragged Ben with him, saying something about his father calling for him ―of course Ben didn't follow his friend without reminding the four newcomers that he was at their disposal if there was anything they needed.
"Let's go to your rooms," Mal spoke when they saw Ben and Doug disappear around the corner. "This way."
She guided them all as conversation began to flow among the rest. While Jay and Carlos advised Saul and the girls to try everything they could at meals, also to visit the extensive gardens and of course the Tourney field, Mac walked closely to Evie, who desperately tried to ignore the feeling of his stare on her back.
"Who was that?" he asked, walking right beside her. He couldn't help the entertained smile on his face as Evie eyed him briefly. She was scared of him, he could tell, and he liked it.
"You heard," she said. "Doug, son of Dopey."
Mac didn't let the irony slip. The son of a dwarf, son of one of the closest friends to her mother's enemy, now close friends with her. It was hilarious in his head.
"I meant, who is he to you?" he insisted. The way the pitiful half dwarf looked at Evie, it only meant they were more than friends, or at least he was dying to be more than that.
"That's none of your business," she shot back, her nose up.
"Oh!" he laughed a little bit. "Is he your Prince Charming?" Evie side glanced at him before going back to her walking, trying to ignore him completely. "Okay, yeah, of course, a dwarf! What a shame, though, the thing I was looking forward the most about this little trip was getting close to you again."
He laughed even harder when he saw her jaw clenching strongly before they finally arrived to the first dorm, the boys'; it was big, with two twin beds on opposite walls, a dresser in between, a table on the left, opened windows everywhere, and their cases in each bed. Mac and Saul stayed while the others continued a few doors down to the girls' room.
Mac looked around and when the door closed behind them, the half smile on his face vanished; being alone meant he didn't have to fake it, he didn't have to fake how much he hated all of this.
"Those fools," Saul muttered, jumping onto his bed. "They are softer than I remembered them, and so trusting. It's like they no longer know anything that their parents taught them, it's like they never lived on the Island." Saul scoffed. "Idiots."
"Long live evil," Mac agreed, sitting on his own bed and taking out from his case something small inside a plastic bag, and carefully sliding it down his bed. "You're doing well, though," he priced. "I heard Jay and Carlos inviting you to see the Tourney Field. Go and make them spill everything about what happened here when they came, I want to know exactly how my mother lost her powers."
Saul nodded but didn't move, receiving Mac's pointed look a moment later.
"Now?" asked Saul, laying comfortably over his bed, with both hands under his head.
"Now," Mac repeated. Saul huffed and stood up, heading to the door as Mac took an old book from his case and flipped it opened.
Saul left but someone took his place seconds after, and Mac didn't have to look up to know who it was. Mal had a way of walking that gave her away, at least to someone who knew her since forever.
"Do you need anything, sister?" he asked, eyes still on the book, although he was not reading its pages; inside the book, he had maps of Auradon and the school, which Saul had borrowed from his father's office before they left the Isle ―Dr. Facilier had been dragged into the voodoo spirits' world for all eternity as punishment for his failure in repaying his debt to them just a few years after Saul's birth, so he didn't exactly need the maps; they would find the way to bring him back, however, he had promised Saul.
"What's that?" Mal asked, nodding towards the book.
"I think you're familiar with books, Mal," he taunted, breaking into an amused grin, closing the book to look at his sister.
"What kind is it?" she insisted, folding her arms and taking a few steps closer to the bed.
"It's not a spells book, if that's what you're thinking," he stood, and tapped the side of his head with the book's curve, smiling. "I don't need a book for that. Years and years of reading them, it's all in here."
"I'm sure," Mal agreed, eyes burning.
"Do you need anything?" he repeated taking a step closer to her. "A hug maybe? I know you're shy and asking in front of your boyfriend―"
"Don't get any closer to Ben," she warned, eyes narrowed, while the amused smile lingered on Mac's face.
"Why are you so angry at me?" he scowled, inwardly screaming. She had betrayed her own and she was angry at him? She would get what she deserved, traitors would b epunished; when the time was right, she wouldn't escape his rage. "You're angry, Evie's scared, and I don't actually enjoy that."
Lie.
"Evie's not scared."
"Isn't she?" Mal gulped down. Everyone could see Evie was scared, and although she was able to hide it, Mal was scared too.
"What are you up to?" she asked, tired of dancing around what she really wanted to know, what she wanted to get from him.
"What makes you think I'm up to anything?" he smiled amusedly.
"I know you, Mac," she narrowed her eyes. "I'm not, but you are our mother's son, you don't fool me. I know you didn't come here because you wanted to run around princes and princesses."
Mac sighed and his smile vanished completely.
"You and I are not just alike on the outside, sister," he said finally, running a hand through his brown hair with a single, dark purple strand on the right. "I'm more like you than you think. Back in the Isle you followed my every step, you wre just as bad and evil, you are aware of all the thing you did back there. And you more than anyone knows that it all was for mother, to make her proud of the children she never wanted." Mal gulped down again, her eyes losing all the fire she intended to show, while Mac took a step closer. "But mother is no longer here," he continued, his voice calm and slow. "There's just you and I, Mal, and although this life chose us, although we were born into it, you escaped it. Maybe I want to try that as well, maybe I wasn't made to be villain either."
Mal didn't know if he was lying ―he most likely was, wasn't he?―, she didn't know if trusting like Ben was the right thing, if not giving up on her brother was a mistake or not. What she did know, though, what she was certain of, was the fact that Mac had never, never looked sincere like he looked now. With one last hesitant look, she left the then, doubtful, surprised and confused.
When he was finally alone in the room, that amused smirk reappeared on Mac's face.
"And everybody says Saul is a better liar than me…" he muttered to himself. He sat on the bed again, opening his book and absently touching the purple rock inlaid on his necklace, while a conversation he had shared with his mother not long ago replayed inside his head.
Play them, Maleficent had whispered in his ear, trick them. Make them believe the four of you want to change, gain their trust so we can break them in the end.