Disclaimer: I do not own Disney Descendants not the characters, just this fic
Once Upon a time, long, long ago, well more like twenty years ago, there was a war for the fate of the world. Lines were drawn, sides were chosen and families were divided. Enemies became friends and friends became enemies. Rivals faced each other across courtyards and chasms until one side claimed victory.
…the Dark Lord had fallen.
The world lost faith in the governments and the royals were reinstated as rulers. The newly crowned King Adam and Queen Belle presided over the hearings but everyone knew there was only one fate for those who'd opposed them. Azkaban.
An island isolated from the world where magic didn't exist, couldn't exist. A place without wardens or guards, unless you counted the spectres that sucked all life from the place. Here people were prisoners of their own minds with all feelings of joy or mirth gone before you could even process the feeling. Laughter was a foreign sound, scraping at the air like nails on a blackboard before being silenced. It was the kind of place that made you hard as stone, cold as ice and tougher than anyone should ever have to be. For most people, it was hell on earth but for a dark faerie and her friends, it was home.
Mal grew up faster than most kids, but then most kids hadn't been born in a prison. She was four when she saw her first body. The oppression had finally gotten to him driving him mad until he finally drove a sharp rock into his head. Manic laughter had filled the jail, screeching through the halls before suddenly falling silent. The body had been left there for three days before the smell finally churned their stomachs and he'd been thrown into the waves smashing against the rocks below.
Insanity eventually touched everyone on the isle, it just took longer for some. Of course, there were a few exceptions to that rule. Perhaps they'd always been slightly mad, or perhaps it was because their hearts were so black that there was no joy to take from them. Without happiness to draw from the dementors held no power over them. Whatever the reason instead of cowering in their cells Maleficent and her companions roamed the halls like royals surveying their broken kingdom and just like their parents, so did Mal and her friends.
Perhaps being born into such a bleak environment made them immune to the effects of Azkaban. Maybe it was that they'd never known anything but misery and pain. Whatever the reason, they ruled the rock and everyone knew to stay out of their way.
Blue eyes stared out across the waves. On a clear day, the kind that only happens after a big storm, you could just see the crumbling towers of Azkaban. He both hated and loved that view because it showed him the peace that flourished within the kingdom as well as the darkness that had once hung over it like a heavy cloud. The prison irked him, like a fingernail scratching at his mind. Yes the people held within had done atrocious things but he couldn't help but feel like they'd been abandoned, left to rot with no hope of redemption and that just didn't sit well with him. "Mum!" Tearing his gaze from the water he went in search of his mother. "I've decided on my first official proclamation."
May your thoughts and creativity flow
-Lady Ami DragonHeart