Well, hello there! Two years later, using inspiration from Descendants 2 (which, by the way, was amazing), I have decided to write a sequel to Like Mother, Like Daughter…Or Not. I appreciate all the continued support to that story and am still receiving requests to do a sequel, so here it is! I have a general outline started, so I am excited to see where this goes! I am hoping to update regularly and finish this before the end of summer, which I seem as doable. Now: for the important stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Descendants franchise nor do I have any affiliation with Disney. I do not own that story or its characters, I only own the story line that I have created here.

Rating: To keep it safe, this will be rated as TEEN. I do not believe it will get very graphic or anything, but if that were to happen, there will be an adequate amount of warning in the author's note before each chapter.

Mal~

It took long enough, but I've finally gotten used to the bright, sunny weather of Auradon. With much persuasion from Evie, I've accepted the fact the curtains in our room will forever remain open. I slide a blue and gold Auradon Prep jacket over my shoulders, ignoring the purple and green one on the coat rack that I haven't touched since before my mother and my friends' parents tried to take over the world.

It has been about six months since the first execution in which I was supposed to help Maleficent eliminate all Auradon's princes and princesses. That was before Evie, Jay, Carlos, and I figured out a way to stop her. Since then, Auradon steadily got back to normal. Classes resumed about two weeks after Cruella, the Evil Queen, and Jafar were all banished back to the Isle. During the hiatus, the guards under the direction of Auradon's government set everything back to its pristine state. The class rooms were returned to their original state, and the great hall was scrubbed and cleaned until every ounce of evil was removed from the floor boards. But most importantly, no one talked about it. There was an unspoken agreement between the students at Auradon Prep that we were not supposed to talk about the quick-lived reign of the terrifying villains that ruined their parents' lives.

For us, it was a matter of fitting back in. Evie was having the most trouble out of the four of us; not that she would ever admit it. The nightmares that plagued her dreams when we were on the Isle have returned with an equal, if not greater, intensity. She refuses to talk about them, only staring off into space whenever I wake her up from a deep sleep. I haven't said anything about them to Jay and Carlos, but I know that they have suspicions about something not being right. Speaking of the boys, they are the most stoic of all. There have been no comments about making their parents proud, or even talking about our past life on the Isle. They don't want to point out that we used to be them. That, had we not figured out a way to stop them, we would be ruling over our classmates at this time. Making them miserable as a way to please our parents.

And me? I'm just trying to keep everything together. I'm depending on Evie, Jay, and Carlos more than ever. I need them in order to make it through every day. I need them to help me face my greatest fear: my mother. Since I erased her memory at the almost-execution, Maleficent has moved into Auradon's hospital. Not that she's anywhere near the patients, though. She is deep in the lowest level of the hospital, locked away in a room surrounded by guards 24/7. Away from any speck of information that could trigger a memory of what happened. It was the only way that Ben would allow her to stay in Auradon. She's visited by the doctor once a day so he can evaluate her progress – or lack thereof.

My mother still has no recollection of who she is, where she is, what she's done, or who I am. Ben highly recommended that I refrain from telling her that I am her daughter: so, I've settled for a hospital volunteer. I'm trying not to let her lack of knowledge make me sad, as I've practically been invisible to her for my entire life, but I would also like the chance to change her for the good. Let her see what she can be, in contrast to what she was.

I place a book from Ben's library into my bag as my friends' conversation picks up around me. Jay is sitting on my bed, while Carlos sits at the foot of Evie's bed with Dude, right next to Evie's dangling legs. "Carlos and I have tourney practice in twenty minutes, and we've already missed one day this week so Coach isn't going to let us miss anymore." Jay runs a hand through his hair which is in its pre-practice state: loose over his shoulders as opposed to up tight on top of his head.

Letting out a small laugh, I join him on my bed. "Guys, it's fine. I can go by myself. You don't have to babysit me."

The three of them exchange wary glances. In the three months since my mother has been in the hospital, not once have I gone alone. This is mainly because of Evie being afraid of what might happen if I go by myself, something that she has been very clear about, not that I'm complaining. I'm eternally grateful for everything that my friends have done for me. Perhaps the only good thing that has come out of this: is that we're closer than ever before – which I didn't even think was possible.

Evie clicks on her phone to check the time. "What about Ben? Doesn't his council meeting end at three?"

Carlos scoffs, "Yeah, like Ben would ever go with Mal." I bow my head. Ben has been relatively absent since, what the papers have dubbed, the 'final battle'. He claims to be busy with meetings and arrangements with the Isle, but personally, I think he is avoiding me. I've kept that little bit to myself, as has Evie. The boys, on the other hand, are a completely different story.

Evie sighs. "Alright, I'll text Doug and ask to reschedule for later tonight. If we get going right now we can get back before five and I can meet him for dinner."

"E! No, it's fine. I can go by myself." I look from Evie to Carlos to Jay, hoping that one of them will agree with me. No such luck. "Come on guys, she can't do anything to me."

Jay ignores my protests and looks to our blue-haired best friend. "Are you sure?"

Evie smiles. "Of course. Doug won't mind." I plaster an incredulous expression on my face. That poor boy has been fawning over Evie since we first arrived at Auradon. He might not let her know that he minds, but I'm 99.9% sure that he will mind if she keeps canceling. When Evie realizes what I'm trying to communicate, she pushes herself off her bed. She reaches out a perfectly manicured hand, "Come on, are you ready?"

I bite the side of my lip knowing that the boys are not going to help me here. "Fine. But we'll only stay for a little bit."

The mile-long walk from Auradon Prep to the hospital has become incredibly familiar to my friends and me. Once you get off campus, it is easy to find: just take a left at the school's sign and walk straight into town. If you look closely, you can see the top of Ben's castle. Sometimes I think about what he is doing. Is he in another meeting? Is he eating lunch with his parents? I occasionally see him in school, but, according to Fairy Godmother, he has been doing a lot of schooling at home after the final battle. She said that it hit him hard.

I wish he would've been the one to tell me that.

Evie and I walk silently beside each other until we reach the entrance to the hospital, at which point, she reaches out and grabs my hand. The corners of my lips turn up in a smile as I turn to see her staring at me. She breaks the silence. "Can I ask you something?"

My eyebrow quirks upwards. "Of course."

She gestures to the hospital. "Does it get easier? Because I am still as scared to walk in there as I was the first time."

I don't bother lying to her. Even if I didn't want to tell her the truth, Evie would be able to see right through it. "Not really. A part of me knows that she will never be the person she was again, which gives me a little bit of security, but another part of me knows that she has that evil spark in her body. I don't think that fear will ever go away."

Evie wraps her arm around my shoulders and we resume our walk towards the hospital entrance. "You know you did the right thing, right, M?" She signs our names into the log, despite everyone knowing who we are and who we are visiting.

I don't answer her question. Instead, I focus intently on walking down all the steps towards the hospital's lowest level. When we get to the bottom of the stairwell, we are greeted by two guards dressed in identical Auradon attire: blue and gold uniforms buttoned all the way to the top of the collars. The two guards exchange looks, and then open the doors for Evie and me. Evie thanks them for me, but I just take a deep breath to steady my racing heart.

The darkness of the Isle is excellently replicated down here in the hospital, if not even on purpose. There are no windows in the hallway or in my mother's room for that matter. She hasn't seen sunlight since she has been locked up: not much different than on the Isle.

Down the hall where I know the door to Maleficent's room is triple-locked are three more guards in the same uniform: one on either side of the doorframe, and one across the hall. Evie leads me down the dark hallway until we reach the doorway. The guards nod at us and start unlocking the door. I fiddle with Ben's ring on my finger. This is the moment of truth. Will she be calm today, or outraged to still be locked up in here for, what she presumes is, no reason at all.

The door is opened for us and one of the guards leads us in. Sitting on her mattress covered in clean white sheets is my mother. Her horns still intact, but her makeup fully removed. There is no emotion on her face. She just sits there, staring at the wall in front of her. She doesn't blink when we enter, nor when Evie and I sit in the two folding chairs on the opposite side of the room. She doesn't move a muscle when the guard clears his throat, or when I place my bag on the floor beside me.

Evie nods slowly, telling me that it is alright to start talking. I smile softly. "Hi, Maleficent. How are you doing today?" One of the strangest things about coming to visit her is the fact that I have to call her by her name: not Mom or Mother. Just Maleficent.

Finally, the woman blinks. It is a long blink, one that really requires you to hold your eyes closed. When she reopens them, the piercing green eyes are staring right back at us. I feel Evie stiffen beside me. Not that she would ever admit it, but I know that coming to these visits with me are not one of her favorite things to do. My mother licks her lips. "I'm just swell. Thanks for asking."

Evie takes a deep breath. "We brought some new books for you, Maleficent. Did you finish the ones we brought last time?" I resist the urge to laugh. The 'books' are actually our old remedial goodness textbooks, along with some children stories about how good always wins. Each book that we bring her has to be approved by either Fairy Godmother, Ben, Queen Belle, or a member of the royal council. Just to make sure that there is no influential information in any of the books that we bring her.

There is a wisp of emotion that passes over Maleficent's face. "Oh, good! I've been waiting for something else to keep me occupied."

She gets up off her bed and goes over to a bookshelf that is nailed to the floor. She removes two other textbooks and hands them to Evie, taking the new ones in her other hand. Evie looks at each title, then turns to me. "Didn't we bring her three?" I shrug, making her address my mother herself. "We gave you 'Becoming Your Own Fairytale' last week."

Again, Maleficent's eyes light up. "Oh yes. The doctor took that one away though. Something about having difficult material."

My eyebrows knit together, and I push I piece of my purple hair behind my ear. "They took it away? Isn't that the second book they've done that with?"

Maleficent shrugs. "I don't quite remember." Of course, you don't.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. Usually, we have something else to talk about, or Evie will ask to do her makeup, or the boys will make conversation with me, expecting my mother to jump in at any point. But today, something is different. We don't have anything to talk about, and none of us are really in the mood. My eyes drift up to the analog clock hanging on the wall, enclosed by a wire cage. It is about three thirty, the walk taking up about twenty minutes of our time.

I scratch the back of my hand with my thumb nail, once again catching my Evie's attention. "M, why don't we let Maleficent rest. We have other patients to visit."

"I… uh…"

Maleficent laughs. "Don't feel bad, dear. I understand if you wouldn't want to spend your day down here in the dark. I'm sure it's beautiful out."

Not once in my entire life has my mother called me dear, and it stuns me half to death. My mouth is slightly open, trying to form words. Luckily, Evie notices my struggles and takes my hand once more. "Come on, Mal. Why don't we go upstairs?"

I'm finally taken out of my trance. "Y-yeah. Sounds good. We'll see you soon, alright, Maleficent?"

My mom nods, and waggles her fingers at me. "Have a good day." I give her a half-hearted goodbye, before Evie practically drags me out of the room, heart racing and palms sweaty.

General ~

Once Mal and Evie leave Maleficent's room, the guards return to their posts just outside the doorframe, completely oblivious to what is happening inside the dungeon-like room. Maleficent can't help but snicker to herself, those two girls must be more out of it than me.

Quietly, she pads to the other side of her bed, and lifts the mattress as silently as possible. The springs beneath the bed creak, and she freezes. The evil mistress moves slower than before, and sticks her hand in a slice in the bottom of the mattress carved out about a month ago after the blue-haired girl did her nails. There is something about the four kids that always visited her that still stumped Maleficent. She just couldn't get a grasp on it. Soon, she reminded herself.

From the mattress, Maleficent pulls a hardcover book. The cover is decorated brightly with drawings of sunflowers surrounding a castle. In fancy, cursive handwriting, the title reads, 'Becoming Your Own Fairytale'. She flips through the pages, not paying any attention to the actual text, but more so to what was written in the margins of the first few chapters.

Maleficent runs her fingers over her own chicken scratch, remembering when she wrote each thing down. Sunshine spell. Summoning spell. Floating spell. And so many more. They were slowly coming back to her, and from where Maleficent still doesn't know. But she is determined to find out. She will find out.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, and to the readers of Like Mother, Like Daughter… Or Not, welcome back! If you enjoyed the beginning to this chapter, please favorite, follow, and review the story, as all of your enthusiasm rally encourages me to update faster! Let me know in the reviews if you have questions, concerns, requests, or comments about the story! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

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