So this is my first story and I will only continue if I get enough people who want me to. So let me know what you think and give it a review.

Trigger Warning: In the summary I said there would be mature themes in this story and there will be, later on. The major ones will be mental and physical abuse that will play out throughout the whole book. In later chapters there will be reference/ vague description of rape, there will also be descriptions of the trauma that follows.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Descendants or the characters tied to it, I also don't own the underling story line of the movie.

I do claim my OC character's Ivy, Hook's wife, and Jafar's wife they will probably be the only three that show up in this book but I will let you know if any others show up. I also claim my twist to the story line but once again not the original movie/book story line itself.

So without further ado let's find out what happens to Jay's lost sister and how she managed to survive on the Isle of the Lost.

Oh and as the Descendant's character's get older everyone will become a little OOC(still don't own them though)

Now as you were. Enjoy :)

Ivy's P.O.V.

This is my story and it starts a long, long time ago and by that I mean 20 years or so when all the villains were rounded up and put on the Isle of the Lost. My dad was one of them leaving me destined to stay on the Isle forever, at least that's what I thought. But before we get into that I'm going to start from the beginning. Because trust me you're going to need to know the back story to my complicated, crazy, messed up life.

It all started when my mom got pregnant with me, they already had one kid a son, and for them that was enough. You may be asking who is he and who am I, well my older brother's name is Jay, son of Jafar and Jewel. Then there's me and I will never be a part of this family, only blood will tie us together in the end.

Why, because my parents didn't want a daughter but there was little they could do about it till I was born. So as the months passed they tried to figure out a way to get rid of me. Now that I was here they had been coming up with different names of villains they could leave me with.

I was a year younger than Jay but you could tell that we were siblings to some extent. With chocolate colored eyes, brown hair, and somewhere between a light and medium tone skin I looked strikingly similar to him. This only made them want to get rid of me more, so finally my dad decided to go down to the docks in a week and ask an old friend of his if he could leave me with him.

Who was this old friend, well it was none other than the Captain James Hook. Jafar knew that Hook's wife was pregnant and that she was due to give birth soon, if she hadn't already, so he figured that it wouldn't cause too much trouble to add one more.

A week later my dad went down to the docks with me and a little cash as compensation for taking me. He boarded one of the ships that was in the harbor and stated his business before heading below deck. He said he had to talk to Hook about some business deals and decided to bring me along for the ride. He walked into Hook's office and saw his old friend sitting in the chair behind his desk as if waiting for him.

Jafar's P.O.V.

"What do you want?" Hook asked getting strait to the point.

"It's time for me to collect that favor from you," I say in response to his calloused question.

"I guess so, after all a pirates only as good as his word these days, and that's about all I've got left," he responded standing and walking over to me, taking the small child from my arms. "She got a name?" he asks as he looks at her.

"No and I don't plan on giving her one, she's your problem now so you can name her," I say and reach into my pocket to hand him the money I'd brought with me. He takes it and walks over placing it in one of the drawers in his desk.

"At least tell me you're going to come back and explain this to her when she's older."

"Like I said before, she's your problem now so you can have the luxury of doing that," I reply and turn around to leave, but just before I can reach the door he stops me again.

"At least tell Jay when he's older, you owe him that much," he states bluntly.

"Fine I'll tell Jay when he's older if it means you'll leave me alone," I growl back at him.

"Good, I'll ask the lad when he's older just to make sure you did," he says looking at me and I just look at him thinking he's finally lost it, checking up on something that probably wouldn't matter at all in the future. The thing was I knew he would, and that's what ticked me off.

"How old is she?" he asked as he looked at her.

"She's a week old," I say turning around and walking out slamming the door behind me.

Captain Hook's P.O.V.

As I look at the place where my old friend once stood, then down at the little girl in my arms I couldn't help but feel sorry for her as she was just a child, not even a month old. I walked across the hall to where mine and my wife's room was and opened the door. My wife Catharine Margret Hook was sitting in the rocking chair nursing the newest edition while reading to our two other kids. When she saw the blanket in my arms she knew exactly what had happened having heard the slamming door and Hook's voice.

"Well it couldn't have happened at a better time," she replied with a small sympathetic smile on her face.

"What is that?" Harriet asked, she was three-years-old and was already unhappy at the prospect of having another sibling onboard the ship.

"Sweetie this is your adoptive sister, ok. I know this is sudden but there's nothing I can really do about it." Looking at me she just nodded her head in understanding, although clearly unhappy at the fact that there were two new babies on the ship now.

There were five bedrooms/sleeping quarters below deck on the first level, and I didn't allow anyone from the crew to sleep in them as they were reserved for the kids. So later that day I went and fixed up one of the rooms so Harriet could have her own when she needed some space.

Once I was done I heard Catharine holler for me followed by the cries of a baby. As I walked into the room I saw she was trying to feed the newest edition but was having trouble as Calista wanted to be held, at least that's what I thought.

"Dear, she needs a change," Catharine said instead, and this was one of the less enjoyable things about having kids. Sometimes there were so many I felt like I could write a book on them, a chapter a day if I truly cared enough to do so.

"Alright," I say with a sigh as I take her out of the crib and set her on the small homemade changing table in our room.

Our room had a bed in the far right hand corner, a dresser to the left of it, and a trunk at the foot of the bed. On the other side was Catharine's rocking chair in the far left hand corner, the crib in the upper left corner, with the changing table between the two. In the center of the floor I had laid a large rug that went from the door to the bed on one side and to the crib on the other (Positioning of the furniture in retrospect to the doorway coming in).

The trunk had been turned into a bed when Harriet was born, having the lid removed and padding added to the inside. Once Harry was born she started sleeping with us, but when we found out we were having another baby I made a crib that way we wouldn't all be crammed together when sleeping. Now I had no clue what we were going to do as Harry was still too young to sleep with us, and I only had about 8 hours till dusk to figure something out.

Once I had finished changing Calista I placed her back in the crib and went over to sit on the bed. It was nap time for the kids since it was noon so there was finally some peace and quiet by our standards. That was one good thing about our kids, they loved to sleep. It looked like she was going to be the same way because once she was done nursing she went right to sleep after being burped.

"So does she have a name or did he not name her?" Catharine asks as she looks down at the little girl in her arms.

"Nope he just left her, and the best part is that we have the wonderful task of explaining everything to her when she's older," I say.

"At least tell me you convinced him to tell Jay?" she asks looking back up at me.

"Yea I did, and I told him I would talk to him when he was older to make sure he had."

"Are you going to tell Jay the truth when you talk to him then?"

"Yea I will," I respond and she nods at me before looking back down at the child.

"How old is she?"

"He said she was a week old, so five days older than Calista." She just looked at me having not realized the child was only a week old.

"That's not fair James, what did she do to deserve this, she's just a child." She states her voice a mix of sadness, pain, and anger, but the pain in her voice was most evident as I got up and walked over to her.

Many of the other villains said Catharine had gone soft when she got pregnant with Harriet, and she had but that didn't bother me. Why because I knew she was still the cunning and conniving woman I had married years ago. What bothered me was when people started making fun of her for it. They stopped when they saw her go back to her normal self a few weeks after Harriet was born, and now she's only like this when it's just me or the kids around.

Many people said I had gone a little soft too and I had, when Harriet was born I finally could relax some knowing that I had an heir to my name. However now that she was to start training in a few more years (around five) I could feel myself starting to slowly go back to a stricter and more ridged version of myself.

The other two were just when we had fun and they were also insurance. I wouldn't bring Jafar's child into the mix though, I would raise her as my own but she wouldn't be able to be one of my successors. I wouldn't hand someone who's not of my direct blood line my title, I just wouldn't do that.

"I don't know Cat but the only thing we can do is do the best we can, and give her the same chance at life here on the Isle as the others. But I won't make her a successor or anything like that ok."

"Alright," she says with a sniff then looks up at me.

"So what should we name her?" I ask looking past my wife to the child fast asleep in her arms. There was a moment of silence as we both look at her and try to come up with a good name. As I'm standing there my wife tilts her head and then smiles to herself.

"Ivy," she whispers still looking at the child.

"Like poison ivy?" I question her slightly confused.

"No, just Ivy."

"Where did you here that one from?" I ask still confused as to why she chose that name.

"It's from a book I used to have and the main character was a girl named Ivy. She was a brave young girl who loved nature and had a wild heart. She would run through the trees and chase the wind, following it all the way to a waterfall where she would jump into the lake below. A spunky and spontaneous girl, with dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. She was tough too and never let no one push her around. Then one day she decided to take to the high seas, and she became one of the first and best pirates who ever sailed them."

"What was the name of the book?" I ask trying to remember if we had ever gotten something like that.

"It was called The First Pirate to Ever Set Sail, it was in one of our first hauls we did together." (Not a real book as far as my knowledge goes and I did look up the title to make sure).

"I won't remember it then because that was a pretty good while ago." She just laughs at my comment and smiles.

"Ok so it's settled then, her first name is Ivy, now what about her middle name?" Cat looks up at me and I know I have to choose it so I just stand there and think for a moment.

"What about Serenity?" I ask looking at her. I knew she loved that name but it just hadn't worked well with Harriet or Calista's names in her opinion.

"I like it, Ivy Serenity Hook."

"Then we have Harriet Morgan Hook, Harry Ray Hook, Calista Jane Hook, and now Ivy Serenity Hook," (Random middle names I thought worked well with Harriet and Harry's names). She smiles at me as I say their full names.

"It works nicely don't you think?"

"Yea, I guess it does," I say as we both look at Ivy Serenity Hook and smile.

Narrator's P.O.V.

What neither knew was that there was a little boy still awake and listening to his parent's conversation. He may not understand everything they were saying or why his mother was so upset, but he decided to make it his job that when he was older he would take care of and look after this surprise child.

Captain Hook's P.O.V.

Later that night I still hadn't come up with a solution when Harry pulled me over to the trunk and pointed at it, then at Ivy, then at himself.

"Are you sure?" I ask him getting down to eye level with him. He just nodded his head and smiled. Sometimes it astonished me how smart they were, but then again what else could you expect from kids who had Shakespeare read to them as bedtime stories once in a while.

So that night Ivy slept with Harry in the makeshift bed and every night until he was three and got his own room.

A year later she got her own room followed by Calista and we were finally able to get rid of the crib, changing table, and trunk. All the kids' rooms had the a simple set up and the older they got the more diverse they became.

So there will be more info in the next chapter(if continued)till then stay awesome and long live evil.

~TheWinterSoldier42