Disney's Descendants:
The Kaelan Chronicles
Written and Adapted by Kai Michaels
Chapter One:
"The Commando, Who Came In from the Cold…"
"Auradon…pfft! What a joke! I'm sure you know the story already, but for those of you who don't!? Have you been living under a rock for the last twenty something years?! Honestly…I'm surrounded by incompetence 24/7!" the narrator complained.
"For those of you, just joining us…basically, we villains got screwed over by those goodie too-shoes in the United Nations of Auradon, who all joined forces under new management, and banished my kind to the Isle of the Lost. Where my mother and older brother have resided ever since, stripped of their magic behind a barrier of good magic, thanks to that foolish old woman known as Fairy Godmother. Like many other villains, they have been plotting their revenge just as long too!" revealed the mysterious villain kid.
"As for who I am? My name is Kaelan le Fay. The youngest son of that's right; you guessed it…Morgan le Fay! Sworn enemy of Camelot, and the half-sister of that pompous, self-righteous uncle of mine, King Arthur! Doesn't it just make you sick to your stomach!? Well my mother and older brother, Mordred for all you slow people out there may be stuck here, but I certainly won't be, thanks to Auradon's new ruler in King Benjamin aka Beast Jr! I can already taste my family's vengeance…what a fool, he is!" laughed the villainous youth.
"I don't need saving thanks, Ben, but I'll take your invite…just because I'm a nice guy, and I wouldn't want to be rude now, would I?" snickered Kaelan wickedly to himself. "Now…that we're all up to speed, how about we get to my story already? I'm bored! Enjoy!" exiting the mental monologue he had just shared with all of us.
(MUSICAL OPENING OF 'WAYS TO BE WICKED' FROM THE DESCENDANTS 2 SOUNDTRACK)
"KAEL! I wish you would stop fooling around!" said Morgana le Fay, the little sister of our anti-hero, who walked into his loft after his latest musical performance. She had long black hair with fair white skin, her dark beauty was something to be beheld with a set of truly alluring green eyes that even the most resistant of men would happily fall victim too, just like her mother.
"Who's fooling around, little sister?!" he snickered, diving onto his double bed and landing on his back. Kael placed both of his mid-muscular arms behind his head, full of confidence looking over at his sister.
"You're one of the select few of us to be chosen to go to school in Auradon by King Ben himself! This family is counting on you to get us out of this prison! Our mother demands it!" Morgana reminded her older brother crawling onto the bed, joining him there.
"So how about you start taking this more SERIOUSLY!" Morgana pleaded desperately with him.
Kael looked at his baby sister like he wasn't under enough pressure as it is with his mother and older brother breathing down his neck 24/7, and now Morgana too? Just great!
"Relax, Morgana. I know what I have to do, so can you back off? I've already heard it from Mordred, and mother already…I came here for some peace and quiet, so either make me a sandwich or kindly shut up!? Your choice!" Kaelan suggested in pure annoyance, and frustration.
"URGH! You're impossible!" Morgana exasperated, and grabbed the spare pillow behind her and threw it at her older brother.
"HEY! RUDE!" Kaelan expressed playfully, after removing the pillow from his face and tossed it right back at his sister, who had already left the bed and was making her way towards the small run-down kitchen to prepare him a sandwich.
"HA! YOU MISSED! JERK!" insulted the villainess, sticking out her tongue.
"WHATEVER! BRAT!" Kaelan smirks; he did love his little sister more so than his own mother and brother. He would miss her when he goes to Auradon, but of course, he would never admit that out loud.
"So when are you leaving for Auradon again?" Morgana asked from the kitchen.
"The day after tomorrow, I think," Kaelan answered.
"So just over 24 hours until our revenge begins than? Now that's something I can really look forward too," smirked Morgana evilly.
"Yeah, yeah…anyway…I'm hungry over here! HURRY UP!" demanded the self-proclaimed commando.
Kaelan, if he was being honest wasn't completely consumed by his family's vengeance like the rest of them were. Sure, he had plenty of it eating away at him, but he never let it consume him. He was always in control. He was already a legend on the Isle of the Lost in his own right and owned most of the territory he once fought with Uma, and Mal over. They all had their own territories, but none were more coveted than Kaelan's turf, which resulted in many new generation gang wars across the Isle of the Lost involving the villain kids. With Uma and Mal now out of the picture, one would think he would have taken over by now, but he hadn't after all, he still Harry Hook and Gil to deal with. Which wasn't much of a threat, but they had rules, a code all the villain leaders lived by when it came to territory or there would be no order throughout the land, just untamed chaos.
"Here! Stuff your face!" Morgana said shoving the plate with the ham sandwich on it into Kaelan's chest.
"Don't mind if I do, sis!" Kaelan replied with a grin, and playfully took a large bite out of it, like an animal ripping apart its prey.
"Disgusting…you animal! Urgh!" she said, flipping her long dark hair at her sibling sitting next to him once again on the bed with some food of her own, mostly a healthy salad, she had her stunning figure to preserve after all.
"I love you too, sis…" he teased with a smile and further teased her with an encore of his sandwich-ripping abilities.
The next day, Kaelan met with his second-in-command and sometimes best friend, Hayden Olympia, the son of Hades the former God of the Underworld to discuss business at their usual hang out spot on the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse which oversaw the skyline of Auradon. Hayden had already been waiting for his best friend for about five minutes and was staring off towards the nation of Auradon, deep in thought while sitting down on the front edge of the roof.
Hayden was petite in size but was rather svelte in body type. He had pale blue hair with a few strands of white highlights in it that overall was similar to his father's previously flaming hairstyle. He was reasonably handsome with dark brown eyes.
Kaelan finished climbing up the side wall ladder, and greeted his mate upon meeting with him with a few up-and-down fist bumps, and sat down next to him on the edge.
"So you're off to everyone's favorite nation, tomorrow? Fun." Hayden sarcastically stated with a smirk.
"Looks that way. I'm only going so I can get out of this hell hole, and shut my family up." He replied, looking out to Auradon.
"Brave man, you are, Kael. I wouldn't last one minute in that cesspool of goodness…so better you, than me." he happily cursed the nation in question.
"Thanks…I think." he grinned, giving his friend a hard nudge to the arm with his elbow.
"Do me, a favor Kael, if you see any children of Hercules over there? Kick their ass for my Dad, and make it hurt for days too, would ya? That would bring us both a great joy like you wouldn't believe." Hayden grinned maliciously.
"Sure, consider it done, Hayd." Kael grinned back.
"This place is going to be quiet without you're around, dude." Hayden believed truthfully.
"I doubt it. But you're in-charge, while I'm gone, mate. Harry and Gil are no doubt going to try and take over, while I'm away. You fight them off or I will kill you! Alright?!" he instructed him in-complete seriousness.
"So you keep telling me! Don't worry Kael, those idiots won't get anything from us, I can promise you that…and if they try? Our gang will take 'em down, and take no prisoners while doing so. They will respect the code, whether they like it or not, just because Uma's gone for god knows, how long." Hayden assured his leader.
"Good. I'll have my own problems to deal with when I get to Auradon tomorrow," he informed his oldest friend.
"Ah yes…Mal, and her merry band of traitors and losers. You give 'em hell, Kaelan. They deserve every bit of it!" Hayden encouraged Kaelan angrily.
"Agreed, and I will…don't worry. I will make their lives hell, just because I can too…" he grins wickedly.
"Exactly, and tell Evie, there is no way in the Underworld, I will ever take her back! Frickin' Harpy!" Hayden bitterly requested of his friend.
"Still sore, buddy? But sure, I'll pass the message on, including the harpy insult. She'll love that." He chuckled.
"Soon, we'll all be free, and we'll make Auradon pay. You're the savior here mate, don't screw this up!" he reminded his mate.
"Relax! I already got all this crap from my family…and savior dude? Really? I'd prefer the devil in disguise if I'm being nit-picky here! " he grinned arrogantly to himself, looking forward to causing havoc, and mischief in Auradon.
Hayden smirked, he admired his best friend's mean streak, it was what made him who he was, but he'd be lying if he wasn't a little concerned about Kaelan ending up like Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay…a reformed villain kid. But he was confident; Kael wouldn't let him and his family down. He could find solace in that at least for now.
Later that day at the le Fay household, Kael was seen packing up some of his stuff for his move to Auradon Prep tomorrow in his bedroom. Morgan le Fay his mother and Mordred le Fay his older brother walked into the room with faces like thunder and overly parched for revenge. Kaelan stopped, what he was doing and could feel the cold stares directed at him that pierced his very soul.
Kael rolled his eyes and sighed in anger. "Mother, Mordred…if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. What do you want now!? Another lecture, I bet!?" he asked in further defiance.
"Show some respect boy!" Mordred aggressively grabbed his younger brother's shoulder and turned him around violently to face them, squeezing it now, his fingernails digging into the exposed flesh there firmly.
A vicious slap from his mother hit the side of his face, forcing his head to turn away from the impact. Kael sniffed and snapped his head back to face them instantly. Kaelan narrowed his eyes in disdain while breathing heavily trying to quell the rage in his heart that was directed at his mother and brother that made his blood boil every minute of every day. Hatred was a powerful thing, and that's all Kaelan ever got from his family that wasn't Morgana. He took the brunt of their treatment in order to protect his little sister. He had done a great job, but Morgana was on her own now that Kaelan was going to Auradon, so that's why Kaelan made sure she was looked after in his absence and that his secret loft would never to be discovered for her to lay low in times of need.
"You listen here; no son of mine will ever talk back to me! Do you understand me, Kaelan!?" the dark sorceress ordered, grabbing Kaelan by the bottom of his chin roughly, staring deeply into his amber-colored eyes.
Kaelan gritted his teeth slightly; his eyes began to glow a very intense dark purple that seemed to please his mother. "I understand mother…perfectly." Kael remained rebellious till the end, pulling his chin and face away from his mother's grip fiercely, and batted his brother's hand and arm away from him just the same too.
Mordred looked his baby brother over with a taunting smirk, "Watch it, kid! You've been warned…" forewarned the second generation, older dark sorcerer, whose own eyes flared up rather quickly a very dark crimson red.
Kaelan and Mordred stared each other down, full of sibling rivalry and loathing for the other.
"Children…Enough!" Morgan demanded furiously.
Both brothers immediately brought their warring stare to an end, after their mother had just finished scolding the both of them, and causing their eyes to return to normal. Mordred folded his large muscular arms across his chest and gave a snigger towards his inferior sibling in his personal opinion.
"Whatever you say, mother." The favored son happily obeyed.
Kaelan remained silent and turned his attention back to his mother, who had some last words of 'advice' for him.
"Now Kaelan, I don't need to remind you of the kind of punishment that awaits you if you fail in your mission to free of us from this prison. You have only one goal, and that is to get that god-forsaken wand and destroy this barrier!" she commanded. "I do not like to repeat myself as you well know…we will have our revenge if it's the last thing we do! Auradon will fall to our power, and Camelot Heights will be the first place we take back! Do you understand? Nothing will stop our rise to power, and taking back what belongs to us!" Morgan reminded her son, continuing to pile on the pressure to ensure he does not fail in his quest.
Kaelan was just about to reach his limit with his mother's constant lectures, and reminders. It infuriated him, but as much as he wanted to, he could not oppose her; she had far too much power over him to even try and distance himself from. Not to mention an overly obedient older brother with an axe to grind. Despite his best efforts, he could not openly oppose them. But now that he is a future guest of Auradon, things could start looking up for him, if he played his cards right that is. But it would take precise planning and a strategic approach to the problem of family. It was definitely something to think about on the ride over there, and while he was there too, of course.
"Yes, mother, I know. I will not let the family down," he said half-heartedly, looking forward to his time away from his family in general.
"You better not, kid or we will erase you!" Mordred threatened.
Kaelan remained stoic in his expressions, and reactions towards the endless threats than he continues to endure every day.
"Your brother is correct, Kaelan. But in Auradon, you will be able to use your dark magic. So remember everything I have taught you, and you will be triumphant. Now then you need your rest, so finish up and retire to your bed. Tomorrow morning will be a great day for us all. Come Mordred; leave your brother to his preparations." Morgan instructed her eldest son, and both relatives exited the room to tend to other matters, no doubt.
Kaelan watched them leave, and soon they shut the behind them, locking it. He was a prisoner in his own room half the time. It only added to his teenage angst and fury as he growled out in frustration and more by tossing his suitcase instantly across the room, hitting the wall there with a loud thump and then fell to the floor all in one swift motion.
Mordred looked back at his brother's bedroom door upon hearing the thump briefly before continuing his way down the stairs behind his always elegant mother.
"Mother, may I speak freely?" Mordred asked her.
"You may…" Morgan replied, lifting up the tattered bottom of her long black dress.
"Mother, aren't you worried about a certain HIM finding out about Kaelan's arrival?" the loyal son questioned.
Morgan stepped off the spiraling staircase's bottom step and turned on her heel sideways to acknowledge her son's question.
"No, I am not. In fact, I'm sure he already knows of he's coming…but he cannot stop it, that would be defying the young King Ben's will now, wouldn't it? A form of the highest treason even, one could only hope for." smiled the sinister witch.
"So, do not despair my child. Merlin wouldn't dare oppose the elected family monarchy. He has no real authority outside Camelot Heights. Your brother will not succumb to the man's lies." Morgan confidently assumed, "And if he does, so? Well, he won't have a home to come back to now will he?" Morgan evilly promised.
Mordred grinned; "Mother, you truly are a wicked thing…" he complimented, proud to be her son.
"Such a sweet boy…my darling Mordred…" she praised gently stroking the side of her eldest child's rugged yet still handsome features.
Mordred took his mother's hand that was upon his face into his own and lightly kissed her fair palm. "My brother, if you can truly call him that will serve us well mother. Do you truly think he has the strength, skill, and knowledge to free us from this hell that they have inflicted upon us?" he asked.
"He is your brother, whether you like it or not, my child. I love all my children. And to answer your question, Mordred, yes I do believe he can free us. We have trained him well, and he has more power than you realize, and that same power will surely serve us well in Auradon. Young Kaelan wouldn't dare think of disappointing his loving mother, but he knows what will happen to him if he does. He has no choice, but to bring me a victory for his own good."
"Kaelan? Powerful? Oh, please, mother! I am more powerful than him as you well know, despite his 'other' parentage. He will never surpass me in the arts or in general. I am his better, and he knows it." Mordred boastfully stated.
"We shall see, now won't we my darling? Come, it is time for supper. Fetch your sister for me." Morgan requested of her loving son, and he happily obeyed and went to retrieve his little sister.
Once Morgan was alone, she put her fingertips together and thought about the family secrets that will no doubt be revealed to Kaelan when he reaches Auradon, but she wasn't worried, she always had a backup plan.
"Soon, Merlin…you will pay for your crimes against me and my family and to you dear brother, the noble and just, King Arthur…" she walked over to her long window at the end of the living room, and peered out at hovel of desperation she had been forced to endure for the last two decades.
"You shall suffer the most, when I take Camelot back, and my son, Mordred assumes the throne like he was always meant too. Kaelan will not let me down, and if he does a fate worse than death will await his newly condemned soul." Morgan promised with a truly malicious and sinister tone to her voice and facial expressions. A day of reckoning would soon cast a shadow on these two lands, and on that day the villains will rise again and the heroes will once again fall by their hand.
..To Be Continued!
Author's Notes:
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I do not own Disney's Descendants.