A/N:

Guess who's back?

This story was highly requested that I bring it back, so I thought I'd do you one better.

Better writing, better plot, better vocabulary, better story.

I'm sorry I've been gone from this fandom for so long, but I'm back by popular demand after feeling re-inspired by the second movie!

It has been a hot minute since I wrote for Mal and Evie, but hopefully I will get the hang of it again soon :)

This story is an AU, so down below I have some pointers to follow. The character list is exactly the same, I just switched up some ages and relations here.

Anyway, you guys know I do not, have not, and will not, ever a day in my life own Disney Descendants or ANY of its characters.

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Heads up for this plot line -

Mal and Evie never hated each other, as

The beloved book "The Isle of The Lost" entails for the original Disney scrips and plot line.

Mal is the youngest of the group already, even though this obviously will have her De-Aged later.

Mal - 14

Evie - 17

Jay - 16

Carlos - 15

Mal and Ben are not dating here, just a heads up. But neither are Mal and Evie. This story does focus on the two of them, just not romantically. I'm not really looking to write a story about romance any time soon, though I see nothing wrong with either relationship.

Also, WARNING - this story will include mentions of Mal's (and the other VK's) past on the isle and the abuse she endured from Maleficent and other villains around her.

More notes about what to expect next will be found at the bottom.

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Chapter 1: Starting from the Basics

"You know what I hate!?" Aubrey stormed into the pink room, flopping down on the frilly linen of her bed.

"Oh uh I don't know..." Jane stared furiously down at her hands, she typically avoided Aubrey when the girl was angry about something, but she had insisted that Jane come over and they have a girl talk.

"I hate that Mal gets away with everything just because she's younger. Do you know how unfair that is!? And she tries to steal everyone's stuff all the time and she's mean and, and, and rotten and she's just... ugh! I mean, look at what her mother did to my mother and grandmother! How awful! I think it's time Mal get what's coming to her." Ever since Aubrey had learned that Jane could use Magic too, she had been trying to come up with the perfect plan to insure that she got the perfect revenge on Mal.

"Well, I think that was more Mal's mother than it was Mal, wasn't it?" Jane tapped her fingers together restlessly.

"No! She is bad news and we have to stop her!"

"We?"

"Yes, we." Aubrey said as though it was obvious.

"But how are we supposed to do that?" Jane tilted her head a little.

"That's where you come in! See, you have magic too. So, I'm thinking you can cast a spell on her and that way no one will ever know who did it because no one knows you can do magic."

"Well, yeah but I don't wanna get in any trouble and I like Mal."

"But don't you wanna be best friends with me?" Aubrey's words got Jane's attention for sure. "You won't get in trouble, I promise."

"I-well... okay." Jane gave in and Aubrey's face lit up. "What do you wanna do?"

"Well, if Mal gets treated special because she's younger, we're gonna show all of Auradon just how young she can be."

"You mean you wanna... de-age her?" Jane wasn't understanding how any of this made any sense. If Aubrey was mad that Mal got attention for being younger, wouldn't making her even younger cause Mal to get even more attention?

"That's exactly what I mean! So, can you do it?"

"Can I do what?"

"Turn her into a kid!" Aubrey almost yelled, how was Jane not getting this? Gosh, it was such an easy plan! All she had to do was bippy-bobbidy-boo Mal all the way back to childhood. It was not that hard.

"Oh-I... I don't know. It seems kinda wrong and, and I don't really think Mal deserves to have that done to her, right? I mean, yeah she may cast spells on people, and she may of ruined the royal ball, and also she might of caused all our faces to turn green that one time..." Jane stopped herself, finally beginning to see the other girls point. "Okay. But I don't know how to do magic really! I just learned I even had it last month and it seems rather difficult to have to do and don't you need a spell?"

"Just make one up.. All we have to do is cast it on Mal. Come on, lets go get her at lunch!" Aubrey hopped quickly to her feet, grabbed Jane's arm, and pulled the shorter brunette all the way to the lunch hall.

"You go to the garden. I've got a plan."

"Okay," Jane nervously left the room and hurried out to the garden.

Once in the lunch hall, Aubrey spotted Mal in her usual place sitting next to Evie and the other two VK's. A almost wicked grin colored her face as she walked over to the villain kids and told them that she heard there was a mud puddle just outside of the garden. Mal's face discreetly lit up and she excused herself from the table. Aubrey smirked, her plan was going to work after all.

'She left. Should be there soon.' She texted Jane.

'Ok, I'll see what I can do.' Jane replied as she heard foot steps.

A rush of anxiety over took her body for the second time today and she felt her hands begin to shake. With a steady breath, she stepped out from behind a bush and she could see Mal's familiar short purple locks bouncing with her as she jogged in search of something. Jane wasn't sure what though.

"Away with the teen, don't make a scene, turn her maybe... into a baby?" Blue sparkles chased quietly after Mal as they left Jane's finger tips gracefully. Jane wasn't sure if she had said the spell right, it didn't seem like anything had happened yet.

Luckily, both girls made it back to their respective tables at lunch without getting caught or making a scene. Mal didn't seem any different yet and Jane was sure she hadn't a clue of what just happened. As long as she didn't get caught, Jane didn't care what happened next.

-Later That Day-

Evie sat at what was once her study desk but had now been converted into her sewing station.

Fabrics lay askew around her as she ran her hand through her dark blue tresses and sighed dramatically.

A pair of bright green eyes glanced up from a very familiar spell book to settle on the older girl. "E?"

"Yeah?"

"are you okay?"

"I'm fine Mal, just trying to figure out how to do a cross stitch line on the underside of this dress." Evie smiled over her shoulder to the purple-haired fairy.

"Okay, I have no idea what any of that means." Mal stood up from her bed and walked over to where Evie was sitting, setting her hand gently on the girls shoulder. "But maybe I can help?"

Evie raised an eyebrow to Mal, not sure what the smaller girl met. Evie was sure that Mal knew nothing about sewing.

The fairy's fingers grazed over a line in her book before she began to speak. "Beware, forswear, let's ditch this and create a new stitc-." Mal's spell was cut off by Evie's hand pressing against her face.

"No. Magic. Mal." She lightly scolded and removed the book quickly from the other girl. "We should take this to fairy god mother for safe keeping." She knew the previously villainous teenager had good intentions with wanting to help Evie, but magic was cheating when it came to this stuff. Evie wanted to get better at it because she actually got better at it, not because she let her best friend cast spells.

"But Evieeeeee!" Mal whined and stomped her foot. Usually, Evie would forget that Mal was three years younger than her, but it was times like this that she was reminded of how young Mal really is.

"No buts young lady." Evie winked with a playful smile at Mal. "We're learning how to be good and to do nice things, magic is cheating." Mal's bottom lip jutted out ever-so-slightly. "Don't look at me like that." It was always very hard for Evie not to cave into Mal when she pouted.

In response to Evie, Mal's eyes only got wider and softer, and her lip jutted out a bit more. Evie bit her lip and turned away slightly, closing one eye trying to avoid the cuteness.

Mal knew she had one this battle, but for good measure she let her lip wobble and she sniffled quietly before mumbling childishly, "I'm sorry." She cast her eyes down at the floor and then let them bounce back up slightly too look at Evie.

"Why do you always do that!" Evie finally caved and put the spell book back into Mal's hands.

"Because it works! If it isn't broken, don't try to fix it." Mal have a cheeky smile and grabbed a chair, pulling it up next to Evie's so she could talk to her while the blue-haired princess sewed. She did however keep her mothers spell book a safe distance from her roommate, not sure if Evie would take it from her again or not.

"I suppose you've got me there. Now let's see about trying to go left instead of- AHAH! That's how you do it! See Mal, I told you I didn't need magic to figure this out."

"Whatever." She huffed but she was proud of Evie for figuring it out.

"Awe, is somebody a little grumpy?" Evie mocked, giving a fake pout of her own at the light scowl on Mal's face.

"No." Mal's eyebrows furrowed deeper, but before either of them could say anything Mal yawned and leaned over onto Evie's shoulder.

"Oh I get it. Your grumpy because your tired!" The blue haired princess tapped her finger lightly against Mal's round nose, which scrunched up at the gesture. "Go get into bed, it's more comfortable."

"Nooo!" Mal whined. "I'm gonna stay here." She snuggled deeper into Evie's left arm.

"Mal." Evie raised an eyebrow to the smaller girl. "Go get in your bed." A few seconds went by and after she received no answer from Mal, Evie grabbed the girl up bridal style and was very grateful Mal weighed so little.

She deposited Mal in her bed and the purple fabric of her comforter wrinkled up around her Dainty frame.

"Evie..." she called out, her voice muffled by her blankets. "I don't feel good."

That. Was. Weird. Mal didn't like to show weakness. She didn't like to be seen as someone to easily off. She couldn't be seen like that. She was the daughter of the most powerful villain in all the lands. She. Couldn't. Be. Weak.

Something was very wrong.

"I'll go get a doctor." But as Evie turned to face the door, a thick purple smoke emitted from the bed Mal lay at. The younger girl was engulfed by it and she screamed.

The smoke left as suddenly as it came, but not without changing something.

In place of Mal, a blond haired, green eyed toddler now sat. The clothes around her were to big and the shirt she was previously wearing hung baggily from her small shoulders.

Evie cautiously stepped forward towards the frightened child and crouched down to her level. "Mal?"

"Mommy?" Mal began looking around frantically for her mother, afraid of what would happen if her mother caught her sitting on a bed of any kind. She wasn't allowed to sit on one...

"Shhh. Mal, she can't get you here. It's okay, you don't have to be afraid."

"She gonna be mad. I not suppos ta be on a bed." The voice was small and shallow, almost like she was afraid to speak up.

"Do you remember me? Do you know who I am?" Mal shook her head back and forth. It was a no. "Well, I'm Evie."

"No you not!" Mal suddenly shouted. "Ebie little like me. Not big."

"I've grown up a little bit, but I promise it's really me." Evie reached out to Mal and sighed when the girl let her touch her. It meant she believed her.

"Where we at?" She looked around the room with wide green eyes.

"Auradon. We live here now, where no one can hurt us." Evie noticed that the scars Mal has gotten from her mother as a child were fresh, meaning that the girl had ben turned into exactly what she has been on the isle at this age. Evie concluded that age to be around two, based on what she could remember about Mal's childhood.

But unfortunately, Mal being turned into her younger self meant that she had no recollection of anyone except for Evie herself, Jay, and Carlos.

Evie looked closer at the scars, remembering just how some of those old ones had gotten there on the toddlers skin.

-Flashback-

Evie had been 4 when she'd heard crying coming from a near by ally way. It was strangled and saddening.

She knew she shouldn't be worried about someone crying, that wasn't what villains did. But something about it called her in.

She also knew how dangerous it was to be this close to Maleficent's tower, but something about that cry called her in. She stepped as softly as she could until she reached the source of the sounds.

It was a baby who had what seemed to be blond hair caked in ash and dirt. Blood was dried to her clothes and filth littered her body.

She gently reached out and wiped the tears from the baby's face and the crying eyes opened slightly.

Evie knew who this was. She could tell as soon as those eyes opened. They were a brilliant green, even clouded by tears. This was Mal, Maleficent's child.

"Hey hey hey, I won't hurt you." Evie promised picking the baby up and hugging her. "I promise. I'm Evie, and I'm gonna take you home with me and my mommy and I will help you get better. Okay?" Mal only continued to cry out and Evie felt her heart ache with each wail.

She scurried off and raced home with Mal in her arms, and she didn't actually feel like she was breathing. It wasn't until she was safely hidden behind the shabby walls of her mothers castle did she relax.

Evie went into her bathroom, setting Mal on the floor in front of her. She turned on the water and opened a window, hoping that the temperature from outside would help heat the cold cobblestone room. The water was cold, as usual. There wasn't really a way to heat it up to much other than to boil it. They had electricity, sure. But that didn't mean hot water or warm rooms.

Evie ran to get a pair of her old clothes that were much to small for her now, and several blankets. She again returned to the bath room and turned the water off. The blankets were set on the counter along with the clothes.

With gentle hands, Evie began to pull Mal's ruined clothes from her malnourished and beaten body. She sat the small blond into the tub and began to give her a bath, trying to get the wounds clean without hurting the baby.

Once she had her all washed, Evie noticed that Mal's hair was blond and slightly curly. But she also noticed how to girls rubs stuck painfully out from her body, showing Evie just how hungry she must be. "It's okay, my little princess. I can get you something to eat."

It was from that day forward that Evie vowed to protect Mal and to always try to make sure the younger girl was okay.

They had grown very close together that night, both of them ending up cuddled up on Evie's bed under all the blankets.

It was a night Evie held close to her heart, she was so glad she had helped Mal and wouldn't take it back for the world.

-End of flashback-

Evie was ripped from her thoughts as little hands reached out and grabbed at her, and because Evie knew Mal so well, she already knew what the little girl wanted.

"Okay, my little princess." She picked the girl up and brought her close to her chest. Evie smiled when she felt Mal cuddle into her the same way she had done about twelve years ago.

Evie had no idea how this happened, or what she was going to do next, but she had a feeling it would have to start with a phone call to Ben.

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A/N:

Soooooooo... what do you guys think? Is it better than the previous one I wrote?

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I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

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I'll update again soon.

~ xoxo, Isabella