Power Rangers: Mythic Descendants
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or Power Rangers! Descendants belongs to Disney. As for Power Rangers, ownership of the series has changed so many times over the years that I'm not sure who owns it exactly! Meh…the point is that I don't own them.
Prologue: Plans for Revenge
The people on the Isle of the Lost were ruled by fear. Those who had power (or used to have it, anyway) used it to dominate their children and the weaker villains, forcing them to do their bidding and be evil. Not only did this satisfy their hunger for power and control, but it also discouraged any of the new generation from entertaining thoughts of wretched 'do-gooding.' Even those few villains who had actually seen the error of their ways and wanted to encourage their children to be good refrained from doing so out of fear of invoking the wrath of a more superior villain.
For the most part, this "more superior villain" was Maleficent, the Mistress of All Evil and supreme leader of the Isle of the Lost. Even though she herself was apparently just as powerless as the lesser villains were, the greatest villainess of all time still had her hordes of minions. These insanely mighty (and equally stupid) goblins were no where near smart enough to realize that without her powers, their mistress was weaker than they were and they could therefore overpower her by sheer numbers. Because of this, Maleficent's minions allowed her to maintain supreme control over the island and ensure that all of those under her would not abandon their evil ways.
Under this logic, when news of Maleficent's defeat at the hands of her own daughter reached the Isle of the Lost, its inhabitants should have rejoiced in their newly-acquired freedom from her tyrannical rule. Any attempts at celebration were put on hold, however, out of fear for the Mistress of All Evil's three advisors and the other three members of the Evilest Four–Queen Grimhilde, Jafar, and Cruella de Vil.
While the people of the Isle did not fear these three villains as much as they did Maleficent, they still feared them enough that they dare not invoke their wrath–which would be pretty easy to do at the moment, considering how livid the three members of the Evilest Four were at their children's betrayal.
"I cannot believe that little ingrate Carlos!" Cruella sneered as she slammed her mug of Black-Like-Your-Soul coffee on the table. "I spent all those years raising the brat, festering his fear and dislike for dogs so that he can carry on my legacy, and he goes and throws it all out the window!"
"I hear that, sister," Jafar growled, taking a sip of his sour-milk latte. "I'm disgusted with my son, too. Jay stocked the shelves of my shop for years by pilfering merchandise from the pockets of unsuspecting fools, so stealing that wand should have been a snap for him. Instead, not only does he fail to acquire the wand, but he even helps to stop Maleficent from stealing the wand herself."
"And let's not forget my runt, Evie," Queen Grimhilde snarled. "My little villainess-in-training was supposed to find a prince to seduce with her feminine beauty and then marry so that I could regain my proper royal status, and yet I saw her looking quite chummy with that half-dwarf brat–no doubt one of the disgusting offspring of Snow White's seven dwarfs."
"It appears that all of our children have turned out to be complete disgraces," Cruella sighed. "We should never have agreed to let them go to Auradon, or at least waited a few more months to make sure that their hearts were truly stone cold."
"For once, you're making sense," Grimhilde smirked. "I agree that we should have made sure that our brats were evil enough to resist that goody two-shoes Fairy Godmother's influence, but Maleficent insisted on us sending them immediately."
"Humph…Maleficent!" Jafar sneered. "It all goes back to her. If she hadn't insisted on disrupting the rest of our plans for the sake of her own, none of us would be in this mess! It serves her right to have fallen at her own brat's hand."
"But what are we going to do now?" Cruella wondered aloud. "If Mal was powerful enough to defeat her mother–the most powerful villainess of all time, and who was holding both her staff and the Fairy Godmother's wand–then we don't stand a chance against her."
"If only we had Maleficent's staff," the Evil Queen pondered aloud. "If we held that damn thing instead of her, we could surely use it far better than she ever could."
"Fat chance of that happening," Jafar snorted. "Maleficent took her staff with her when she went to Auradon, so it's way out of our reach now. The only way we could get it now was if it was sent to us from the outside, and I highly doubt that the Fairy Godmother would let such a powerful magical artifact out of her sight."
Their plotting was cut short by the sound of a sharp knocking on the door. "Whoever is interrupting us with their foolish needs will rue this day!" Grimhilde roared as she stomped over to the door and swung it wide open. "Listen here, bub, I-"
"Package for the Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella de Vil," the delivery man from Auradon said monotonously as he presented a long, thin package, not giving any indication of having heard the Evil Queen's rant. "Sign here, please."
"Ugh! Fine!" Grimhilde growled as she scribbled her signature on the clipboard and snatched the package out of his hands, all the while hiding her elation after recognizing the shape of the package. "Now get out of here!"
She slammed the door in the delivery man's face and rushed back to the table. The other two villains' eyes widened, also recognizing the size and shape of the package. "Is that-?" Cruella gasped.
"Let's see," Grimhilde replied as she ripped the brown wrapping paper apart, revealing Maleficent's dark wood staff with the evil-green Dragon Eye as its ornament in all of its malicious glory.
The three villains cheered in glee. "This is it!" Jafar exclaimed. "With Maleficent's staff, we can succeed where she failed."
"We'll have our vengeance against all who wronged us, including our children!" Cruella agreed.
"Enough!" Grimhilde snapped, bringing their impromptu celebration to a close. "If we are to use this thing to its fullest potential, we must read up on everything there is to know about Maleficent and her dark powers."
"The only place with that kind of knowledge is Maleficent's old place, the Forbidden Fortress, on the Island of the Doomed," Jafar frowned. "It's too dangerous for us to go there ourselves; that's why we sent our children to retrieve this staff for us."
"So?" Cruella shrugged. "Just send some of the minions to bring all of those books here."
"I have a better idea," Grimhilde said with a smirk as she walked over to Maleficent's fridge/safe and opened up the main compartment. She reached in and pulled out a giant, leather book that was partially frozen.
Jafar raised an eyebrow. "I thought Maleficent gave Mal her spell book," he said. "So what's that thing?"
Grimhilde snorted. "Do you honestly think that Maleficent would give her daughter her actual spell book?" She asked rhetorically. "All she gave Mal was a small journal that she copied down just a few of her spells into. This," she plopped the massive spell book onto the table, which creaked under the book's great weight. "Is Maleficent's real spell book."
The Evil Queen flipped open the front cover and skimmed through it until she found the first page with a spell on it. "Here we go," she said as she silently read the spell's description. Once she had a firm understanding as to what this spell required, she said, "Have the minions retrieve Tick-Tock the Crocodile. It'll make a great guinea pig to test this spell on."
"What does it do?" Jafar asked, curious.
The Evil Queen shot him an evil smirk. "Oh, you'll see," she chuckled evilly as she bookmarked the page. "Soon, our traitorous offspring and the Auradonians will feel the wrath of the Evilest Three! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Mal's eyes gradually opened as she found herself floating amongst the clouds. She was still in her lavender nightdress, leading her to believe that she was dreaming. Yet, the feeling of the cold breeze beating against her skin and the heat of the sun's rays splashing against the back of her neck felt so realistic. It was almost like those romantic dreams that she shared with Ben, once upon a time.
Mal was drawn out of her musings by the sound of clashing steel and roaring cries down below. She looked down, wondering what was making that noise below the clouds, and as if in response, her body descended and broke through the fluffy white masses.
There was a massive battle between two armies in progress. One side was made predominantly of humans donned in the armor of medieval knights, while the other side was made up of ogres, goblins, and other various monsters. Mal's gaze shifted to the back of the monster army, wondering who it was that was leading this army. She gasped in shock as she realized that the general was-
"Mother?!" She gasped. "How can this be?"
"Destroy them all!" The Maleficent look-a-like shouted. "Long Live Evil!"
The monsters charged forward, laying waste to all who stood in their path. Mal wanted to look away, unable to handle the sight of the forces of goodness being decimated by the forces of evil. But she couldn't–she couldn't look away from the carnage before her.
"Stop!" A powerful, male voice shouted as the forces of evil were repelled by a wave of powerful red magic, saving the last remaining forces of goodness from destruction.
Mal turned her gaze and gasped in shock again, recognizing the general of the forces of goodness. "Ben?!"
"So," Maleficent chuckled. "The Red Knight wishes to fall first, rather than prolong the inevitable by watching the rest of his men fall to the forces of evil."
"Thou shalt go no further, Malevolence!" The Red Knight declared as four other warriors came forward from behind him. "My comrades and I shall defeat thee and banish thee to the hole from whence thou came."
"Please!" 'Malevolence' snorted. "Five warriors, against my entire army of minions? Don't make me laugh!"
"Thy reign of terror shall end here, Mother!" Called out the purple-clad female warrior standing at the Red Knight's side–who looked suspiciously like Mal herself. "So sweareth the five Ancestral Knights!"
"Don't think I've forgotten about thee, my treacherous daughter," Malevolence growled. "Once I've destroyed thy little friends, thou shalt face my wrath in its entirety!"
"We'll see about that!" The Red Knight said as he raised his sword into the air, his comrades raising their own unique weapons as well. Each weapon began to glow in a magical aura, each of a different color–red, purple, blue, yellow, and pink.
"The strength of evil is good as none," the five warriors chanted as the glow of their weapons grew brighter. "Which stands before five hearts as one!"
"No!" Malevolence cried out as a swirling vortex of multicolored light opened up beneath her feet, dragging her and her minions into its spiraling depths.
"Tis over, Malevolence!" The Red Knight said. "Begone, and never return to harm our people ever again!"
"This isn't over!" Malevolence swore as she fell deeper and deeper into the vortex's depths. "I'll return someday, and when I do, the forces of light shall fall and the forces of evil shall rise to consume all! So sweareth Malevolence, the Supreme Mistress of All Evil!"
With those final words, Malevolence was completely engulfed by the vortex before it completely closed up, forever trapping her and her dark army wherever it was that they were sent to.
Mal's eyes shot open, finding herself lying safely in her dorm room, much to her relief. Being careful not to awaken her best friend, Evie, from her beauty sleep, Mal slipped out of bed and stepped out onto their shared balcony. Gazing up at the starry night sky, the daughter of Maleficent pondered the dream she had just had.
Was all of that…a dream? She wondered. It felt so real, like that battle was actually happening. Was it some kind of premonition?
Mal shook her head, sending those thoughts to the back of her mind. Even if her dream was true, it couldn't possibly be of the future. She had just turned Maleficent into a lizard the size of the love in her heart less than 24 hours ago, and the only way for her mother to return to normal was if she learned to love. Either way, the dream couldn't possibly be an event of the future.
Now somewhat relieved, Mal walked back into her dorm room and closed the balcony doors behind her, anxious to get some sleep.
~~~~Fairy Godmother's Office~~~~
The Fairy Godmother was up late tonight, trying to get through the mountains upon mountains of paperwork that had been laid upon her due to Maleficent's return during King Ben's coronation. Normally, the task of handling all of these documents and forms would have been delegated to the new king, but with Maleficent involved, the Headmistress of Auradon Prep had insisted on handling all of the paperwork herself. After all, there was no one else in all of Auradon (except perhaps Mal) that knew the Mistress of All Evil better than she…
The Fairy Godmother shook her head, pushing her thoughts of past memories to the side for later. She still had a lot to do after she finished all of this paperwork. I just hope that I'll be able to hold my wand straight enough to fix that hole in the barrier after signing all of these forms, she chuckled to herself.
In the midst of their celebrating both the coronation of their new king and the defeat of Maleficent, the people of Auradon had overlooked one crucial detail. The fact that Maleficent was able to even leave the Isle of the Lost meant that there was now a gaping hole in the magical barrier. The hole's creation was most likely created by accident during Jane's little…episode involving her mother's wand. The Fairy Godmother didn't blame her daughter completely, of course–even if Mal hadn't confessed her part in Jane's actions, it took a very powerful and experienced fairy to even hold the wand, much less use it.
That Mal had been able to do so herself spoke volumes about her magical potential, especially since she couldn't have more than a month's worth of experience using it. While this had her fellow members of the Council of Good Fairies–Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather–worried about what that could mean in the future if the daughter of Maleficent decided to follow in her mother's footsteps, the Fairy Godmother couldn't help but feel proud of the child. Still, this meant that she would have to start the young half-fairy's magical training sooner rather than later…
The Fairy Godmother was snapped out of her musings by the sound of intense rattling coming from behind her. Surprised, she got up from her desk and walked over to the large, wooden cabinet behind her and opened it up. As soon as she did, the good fairy was bathed in multi-colored light emitted by the five items that she kept in it.
Though amazed by this development, the Fairy Godmother was also worried. The fact that these five objects had chosen this moment to awaken could only mean that the powers they held within would soon be needed. Magically summoning her ever-trusty wand to her hand, the Fairy Godmother waved it over the five items and incanted:
"Powers of the Five who guard the Light, show me now who will fight the good Fight."
A small orb of light rose from each of the five items and took the doll-sized form of the five individuals that they had chosen. The Fairy Godmother smiled as she canceled the spell and closed the cabinet doors. If those five are the chosen ones, then the future of Auradon is in good hands, she thought confidently as she returned to the work on her desk. The Headmistress now had even more incentive to finish this paperwork as soon as possible: not only did she have to fix the barrier around the Isle of the Lost, but now she also had to prepare for the meeting that she would have to have the next day with five of her students.
A/N: Edit 12/10/15: Changed the dialogue in Mal's dream a bit so that it sounds more medieval.