Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or Descendants. If I did I would be at least mildly rich and not be writing this.
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Author's Note: I can't decide if I want to pair Ben with my OC because of Benlos and also that fact that people won't like it. Also the fact that Mal is supposed to change her mind about being evil mainly because of Ben. Art class just won't cut it. Maybe another love interest? I don't know. So can I get some suggestions? Also, there will be some minor changes in the dialogue and characters, cause butterfly effect. Before I forget, don't be offended by the third paragraph, it's just how the character is. That is not what I think of my lovely readers.
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? P.O.V
Twenty years ago, Belle married the Beast and they invited 20,000 of their closest friends,(Which begs the question, how many friends did they have in all?) Forgoing a honeymoon, Beast decided to unite all of the surrounding kingdoms instead (what an unromantic person, I like it). The Beast was then elected as the now named kingdom called the United States of Auradon.
His first official order was to round up all of the villains, sidekicks, basically everybody they 'good guys' deemed evil, and he stranded them on an island named the Isle of the Lost to with a magical barrier around it to make sure they stayed there. The Isle of the Lost is my home. It's rather boring with no internet, no magic, and more importantly no way out.
Now, I can see your curiosity is starting to stir, but to sate it you will have to wait even longer and just sit and watch like a good little guppy.
Narrator P.O.V
In an enormous castle, the image of the Isle of the Lost was reflected onto the glass panels of one of the many windows. Staring at the island through said window, the soon to be, king Prince Ben, was getting his measurements taken by a tailor with short white hair and rectangular black glasses. To make it easier for the tailor, the brunette was standing on top of a plain wooden box. That was the position he was in when his parents entered the room.
"How is it you're going to be king in a month? Why you're just a baby!" Bens father, King Adam exclaimed out in a humorous tone. His wife, Belle, smiled with her arm intertwined with her husbands and reprimanded her husband. "He's turning sixteen dear." Adam smiled at Belle and continued on with his claim. "Why that's still too young! Why I didn't make my first good decision until I was at least 42!" At the last part, the yellow-clad queen stared pointedly at her husband.
"Uh, you proposed to me at 28." She stated offended by her husband's statement. "Well, it was either you or a teapot." The former beast joked, but upon seeing the displeased look on his wife's face, apologized. Ben decided that now would be the best time to inform his parents of his decision. A decision that could change everything.
"Mom, Dad?" The two adults turned to stare at their now nervous looking son. "I've chosen my first official proclamation." With their interest peaked, the two parents attention was all on their son. "I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance... to live here in Auradon." Ben hesitated at the end of the sentence but continued to stand strong. His mother, who had picked up a blue jacket, dropped the clothing while his father looked at him like he was crazy.
Ben stepped off of the box making the tailor upset. He then gestured to the very island that started the proclamation. "Every time I look off to the island I feel like they've been abandoned." "The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?" The current king questioned his son's common sense. The children of the most evil people in the world, living with them?
"Just a few at first, only the ones that need our help the most. I've already chosen them." Ben smiled while explaining how the proclamation would work. Belle was starting to understand the good in her son's decision. "Have you?" Adam moved forward intimidatingly until Belle touched his arm to calm him down and recalled what she had done in the past. "I gave you a second chance." At this, Adam released the tension he had unknowingly built up and stepped down. Belle decided to ask a very important question.
"Who are their parents?" Ben's confidence vanished into thin air but since he had gotten this far, there was no turning back. "Cruella De Vil, Jafar, Evil Queen, Ursula... and Maleficent." Adam quickly roared in refusal at the name of the last villain while the forgotten tailor scuttled out the door, the servants then closing the door, leaving the family of three alone. "Maleficent? She is the worst villain in the land," Adam rejected the idea once more.
"Dad just hear me out." Ben raised his voice, slightly pleading with his dad. "I will not hear it. Their parents are guilty of unspeakable crimes!" Ben's emotions started to bleed through into his voice. "Dad! Their children are innocent! Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad." Through his eyes, Ben was practically begging his dad to understand, and with his wife looking at him expectantly, he caved in.
"I suppose the children are innocent." Ben smiled brightly at him as did Belle. Adam started to leave while Belle stayed behind for a bit to give her opinion to her son. She straightened his color and beamed at him brightly and said, "Well done," then left with Adam. Ben smiled for a while then turned to stare at the Isle of the Lost, contemplating what would happen now. Would the proclamation have a good ending or a bad ending?
Pastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastave- Italy! Shut up!
Ve?
Aw, you're just too cute! Here, have some pasta!
Ve, pasta! (Hetalia)
Ulysses P.O.V
I was currently residing on a tower that overlooked the entirety of the island with my ever faithful black fountain ink pen writing deliciously juicy ...information (*cough*blackmail*cough*) into the leatherback journal resting on my left thigh. With the bird's eye view, I was able to identify a flash of purple hair as my acquaintance, Mal, daughter of the Mistress of Evil herself, Maleficent.
One would think that the most devious of all villains would be able to produce an at least original name from her cranium, but alas, it seems that is not true. Villainy sure has become bleak if Maleficent is the most evil villain in the land. Her greatest scheme was just a petty spell against a small babe, nothing even worth batting an eye. She didn't even try to use it to take over the kingdom! It even took her sixteen years just to find the child. Number one rule in minions is only have a handful of them that you would trust with your life. If you don't then they're just annoying pieces of kelp.
Unfortunately, I am currently under her spawns small pale thumb, which is about as pleasing as pulling apart a particularly stubborn clam, but patience rewards those that wait. Just by being in her little gang it's given me access to a larger amount of connections allowing me to have better details on everybody in the barrier. Meaning when she gives her infernal signal to meet up with her and to cause chaos all around, I listen. It's just about the only thing that's entertaining enough when gathering data wasn't amusing enough for me anyway.
Speak of the fae and she shall appear, or at least her signal will. It seemed that the others got the signal as I saw Jay leaping from a ladder a few housetops aways from me, Evie strutting out from a crowd of mortals, and Carlos ducking in and out of alleyways. Tides I loved this location, I had a panoramic view, but I was safely hidden in the cool shadow of the small ruined water tower. While I would love to stay here for longer the time for me to leave has come. If I want to get any time in for tormenting others before enduring excruciating torture in the form of Mal and her friends, I was going to enjoy every last second.
Narrator P.O.V
Spray painting a rather impressive image of an intimidating Maleficent was a purple haired pixie-like girl in purple, green, and pink leather. With a few finishing touches to her masterpiece, she soon whipped around and started singing with an impish grin.
"They same I'm trouble,
they say I'm bad.
They say I'm evil,
that makes me glad."
Leaping down from a ladder was an Arabic male with a rust colored beanie over long straggly hair. A vest that mainly consisted of yellow leather was the most peculiar article of clothing that said male wore, making the average person cringe at his apparel. Passing by a graffiti painting that consisted of the genie version of Jafar, he soon joined in with the loud singing heard all around the small town on the isle.
"A dirty no good,
down to the bone.
Your worst nightmare,
can't take me home."
Soon enough, a royal looking blue leather clad girl starting singing along with the other two teenagers. With a forehead tiara placed snugly over her long flowing cobalt hair, she truly looked like she belonged inside of a gleaming castle instead of on a chaotic island. Disrupting a table of people by overturning their bowls as she was strutting on it as if it were a catwalk, she sang with no care for the people around her, letting her smooth notes fill the air.
"So I've got some mischief,
in my blood.
Can you blame me?
I never got no love."
Slipping out from the shadows of a building, a sharply dressed male with shocking ghostly white hair nonchalantly merged into a crowd of people. Walking calmly, he paused upon noticing a barrel full of tiny fish was left slightly out in the open. Taking note that it was for Ursula's Fish and Chips, the male casually tripped another teenager into colliding with the keg, making the fresh kill spill onto the dirty streets. Walking away as if nothing happened, he could only hear the whimpering of his victim and an inhuman growl from another. Softly singing under his breath as to not draw attention, he continued on his merry way.
"A heart that's shallow,
with eyes of steel.
I am so hollow,
I just can't feel."
Bolting out from a back street was a male with almost the same white hair as the one before, only this one had black roots and was rather scrawny in comparison. In a rather bizarre mixture of white, red, and black leather, he went unnoticed by the people around him due to his speed, enabling him to pickpocket unsuspecting prey. A rather precious find was a green apple which he swiped from a little girl. Swiftly taking a giant bite of the apple, he then tossed it back to the girl, who luckily caught it. All the while he was singing along to the same tune as the four others.
"They say I'm callous,
a low life hood.
I feel so useless,"
Then they all sang from across the island,
"Misunderstood!"
Both of the singing females caught up to the other and started to strut together in the middle of the street, for all passersby to see and quickly flee from.
"Mirror mirror on the wall,
who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world."
The entire group then was able to join together in what seemed to be a community wash place after entering a tunnel and banging sticks on the walls, leaving haunting echoes of sinister laughter along with the sound of sticks striking metal. All five of the teens toppled over baskets of sullied clothing and also plucked drying linens from their drying racks. Immediately after causing chaos, the teens left as quickly as the arrived, leaving only confusion and damage as signs that they visited the area. Throughout the entire ordeal, the group was still singing along to their tune.
All
"I'm rotten to the core,(core)
rotten to the core.
I'm rotten to the core,(core)
who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door.
I'm rotten to the (core), I'm rotten to the (core),
I'm rotten to the core."
After only mere minutes of being together, all five split up once again. The female attired in purple quickly made her way over to a widespread corner of the island filled with a plethora of people. Bypassing a girl with abnormal hair ornaments over a crystal ball, she spraypainted a purple M over a shower curtain attached to a bathtub, then pulled said curtain away to reveal a shocked straw-haired male.
"Call me a schemer,
call me a freak.
How can you say that?
I'm just, unique!"
Now in a marketplace of sorts, the Arabic teen swung himself on some wooden beams, then ascended down onto the ground, startling two other teens having a drink in a pot of some sort. Picking the pot up then gesturing to see if the two wanted any more of the liquid poured into their cups, the two nodded enthusiastically only for their faces to turn into outrage when the tanned male paid no heed to their agreement and hopped along, paying no heed to their words and rubbed the teapot.
"What me a traitor,
ain't got your back?
Are we not friends,
what's up with that?"
Confidently, the cobalt blue haired girl pranced into a shop full of scarves, currently manned by a male with tanned skin in velvet colored clothes. Flirtatiously smiling at the other, she snapped up a scarf on display and caught the entranced male into it. Proceeding to twirl it, she then disappeared into the forest of scarves, leaving a bewildered but mesmerized male.
"So I'm a misfit,
so I'm a flirt.
I broke your heart,
I made you hurt."
Walking inconspicuously with a mob of people, pale hands flitted from pocket to pocket, leaving none the wiser that anything was amiss. Shifting slightly so as to hide his prize, he quickly deposited the entirety of his bounty into his jacket's pocket, then tossed the useless wallets into a nearby fire in a garbage can, with people surrounding it seeking warmth from the brisk morning air. The only thing left to notice was a head of white hair fading into the crowd.
"They say my soul,
is black as ink.
I'll take a toll,
make them sink."
Leaping through the market, and kicking items off of the stalls that he landed on, the white-haired male with black roots was causing strife for sellers. At the end of the market, he knocked a large straw basket of apples down and then flipped the basket that was used for carrying the apples onto her head to blind the female seller then escaped on a rolling cart.
"The past is past,
forgive forget.
The truth is,"
All
"You ain't seen nothing yet!"
The two girls had once again gotten together and were in an abandoned warehouse. The three other males had also joined in another part of the warehouse and were playing with different objects.
"Mirror mirror on the wall,
who's the baddest of them all?
Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world."
The group of teens were together again and quickly traveled to an open area. Upon seeing the kids, most of the people vacated the area except for a few other teens who decided to join in on the singing and dancing.
All
"I'm rotten to the core,(core)
rotten to the core.
I'm rotten to the core,(core)
who could ask for more?
I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door.
I'm rotten to the (core), I'm rotten to the (core),
I'm rotten to the core."
After the song was over the violet leather-clad female snatched a lollipop from a baby in a red wagon that was being pulled by their mother. Quickly, she showed off the candy to the crowd of teens surrounding her, who laughed and clapped at the deed. Suddenly though, after seeing something or someone, all of the crowd left except for the original five troublemakers. Seeming to know who it was, the violet-haired female turned around, face and posture obviously showing her irritation, before wiping the expression off and replacing it with a facade of a cheerful person.
"Hi, Mom." The most evil villain in all of the land, Maleficent, was in between two of her henchmen then pouted as if displeased with the female. "Stealing candy Mal? How disappointing." The enchantress spoke upon seeing the lollipop in her daughter's hands, the once proud feeling when stealing the candy disappearing. "It was from a baby," Mal replied, hoping to appease her mother and finally make her proud.
"That's my evil little girl!" Maleficent then snatched the swirl lollipop from her daughter and spat on it, then proceeded to place the sweet under her armpit. She threw it to her henchman then gave them an order. "Give it back to the dreadful creature." The minions did as she commanded while Mal whined at her mom. "Mom!"
"It's the deeds Mal that make the difference between mean and truly evil!" Maleficent got louder at the end while waving at the mother of the baby who had the lollipop. "Oh! There's news, I buried the lead. You four have been chosen to attend a different school. In Auradon!"
Ulysses P.O.V
By Poseidon, had the fairy finally gone mad from being exiled onto this miserable little island? There must at least be some water in my ears if I heard her say I was going to have to attend school at that gosh-forsaken Auradon. It has taken me years to finally build up enough connections and power on this wretched isle. Going to that school it would be like fighting the tide to try and even think of building a connection there or even gaining any power with all of those entitled shrimps.
It seemed I wasn't the only one who refused to go as everybody else that was left tried to flee, but of course, that accursed fairies slow-witted goons were able to get ahold of us all, but I was able to get at least a few feet more than the others when I was captured. Mal, the only one to not try and escape quickly whirled around after watching us run and shouted out, "What! I'm not going to a school filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses," at her mother, who looked decidedly bored and not willing to deal with any of her daughter's talkback.
Seeming to realize something at the princesses part of Mal's denial, Evie stepped forward beaming a quite blinding smile, and added, "And perfect princes!" A quick glare at the blue royal wiped the smile off of her face. "E, not helping." Well, seems one of us is excited to be leaving all that we've known only to be thrown with the very people that sent us here in the first place. How wonderful.
"Yeah, and I don't do 'uniforms' unless they're leather, you feel me?" Jokingly, Jay nudged Carlos and tried to get a fist bump, but was ignored. "I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom says they're vicious pack animal that eats bad little boys." It seems that everybody is adding their own two cents to this argument. How quaint. I'm not much of a bag-mouth, but it seems to be amusing.
"Might I add that there is no real reason for me to go as all of my connections would not matter there making my presence unneeded and overall taxing to deal with." After finishing with my argument, all I was met with were blank stares. "You, you're the unwanted runt of the Ursula, correct? Shut it." Oh, well isn't she just a koi, making such lovely compliments about my parentage. If she weren't the self-assigned ruler of this isle I would have poisoned her supply of rotten cider long ago, she was at least better than my birth giver.
"Anyway, Mom we're not going!" By now shouldn't it be obvious that her mother was not going to listen to her arguments? "You're thinking small pumpkin, it's all about world domination!" What is it with villains and always dominating the world, I would rather not have to deal with all of these filthy worms. "Knuckleheads!" Maleficent's shout caught my attention, as she turned around clearly signaling for all of us to follow her to her run-down castle.
Italy:pastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastavepastave-
Germany: NEIN! No pasta!
Italy: But Doitsu!
Germany: It is unhealthy for you to have pasta everyday Italy. From now on eat this.
(Really plain and ugly looking food)
Italy: NOOO!
Author's Note: So, I've actually just had this on my computer for a while and I did some major editing over Ulysses's personality. He's more sardonic and malicious than he was before he was more sarcastic and awkward. I hope you liked this and if you liked this you can favorite this story, or even add a comment, it would be much appreciated! Bye!
