Hello Everyone!
This is my first story on Descendants, I hope you like it!
I gladly accept advice on how to improve myself, also because English is not my first language, and I would like advice on how to improve it.
As you may have guessed, this will be a Marlos and a Javie, because I love Rotten Four and there's never enough fic on them!
I will not just take the Disney versions, something will also be taken from the OUAT series, I hope you enjoy the idea!
Happy reading to everyone!
ArhiShay
Nervously intertwining the fingers of her hands, Mal waited to know for what obscure reason her mother had decided to summon her at that moment.
Usually Maleficent was not such a loving mother, she didn't care to deepen the relationship with her daughter who considered nothing but a burden, so if she had made her call, there had to be a reason. And something told her that, whatever the reason was, the decree of the future king of Auradon should have something to do with it.
She did not yet know what had been announced, to Mal they weren't interested in the affairs of Auradon, not after the royals had condemned her to a life of imprisonment on the Isle of the Lost. What for then? Her only crime was to be born, nothing more, nothing less, as was the crime of all the kids of the Isle, forced to share with their parents the imprisonment for their actions.
How beautiful, the justice of Auradon.
Maleficent entered the room with a happy smile on her face, too happy, that not even her own daughter had ever seen her face. There was always that cruel nuance, even in the way she laughed, Maleficent did not lose the malice she was infamous for.
However, Mal thought that seeing her mother so happy was disturbing. Above all if that happiness of hers depended on her, and something she could surely do.
«Great news, my baby, great news!»
Now Mal was definitely confused and, perhaps, frightened. She never got scared, and if she was ever afraid of something, years and years of hiding emotions would not allow her to show any change in the face. See Maleficent so happy, however, had made her shiver, sure that this would have meant for her not a few troubles.
Maleficent went around the room, back and forth interruptedly, clutching a white sheet in her hands, too white to be something belonging to the island, rereading it several times, laughing again and again.
What was written on it, Mal was not yet known.
Maleficent had always been mysterious, enigmatic, never shared her thoughts, and the only thing that Mal knew for sure, was that in the heart of her mother was burning a desire for revenge. Revenge against Auradon and the Fairy Godmother, for having confined her to an island, taking away even the last part of her that made her a fairy.
Revenge against Auroria and Stefan, who had deprived her of her pride and her beauty.
Revenge against Aurora and Philip, who had defeated her with the power of love, that odious feeling that Maleficent had repudiated forever, denying it even to his own daughter. Mal had never been loved by her mother, and after sixteen years she had made a reason for it.
She had hoped, for a long time she had tried to win the love of her mother, collecting one after another only failures.
Needless. Unable. Stupid. Disappointment.
It was all she had remedied from Maleficent.
«Finally ... after twenty years ...»
The letter Maleficent was holding in her hands was a letter from the future king of Auradon, a certain Ben Villeneuve, who must have had the same age as Mal. It was not very clear why the prince could have issued a royal decree, Mal didn't understand anything about Auradonian politics, the fact is that in his decree, Prince Ben had expressed the desire to bring four kids on the island to the continent, to Auradon. And apparently, Mal was one of the "lucky ones" chosen to leave.
«Once there, you will find the wand of Fairy Godmother and bring it to me.» It was not a request from Maleficent, but an order that could not be completely discussed.
Nodding, Mal partially listened to the rest of her mother's plan, which still included freedom, revenge, and destruction. She had understood all the fundamental points.
Leaving the Isle was a tempting idea, which Mal had been waiting for all her life. Leave that lousy place for the continent: she wanted nothing more than to be free of everything and everyone, first of all Maleficent.
Life on the Isle was disgusting. Living with the awareness of being able to die at any moment, without being able to trust anyone, forced to constantly watch your back to avoid being stabbed suddenly.
Stealing to eat, fasting when you were not lucky enough to find a decent meal.
Simply, Mal was tired of everything. But in spite of everything, the pain and fear that accompanied her since she was born, there were also beautiful things in her life, that she did not want to abandon to follow the crazy plan of Maleficent.
What could she do alone? Nothing. She would fail, giving her mother the umpteenth excuse to remind her of how useless she was.
And yet she would leave, follow her mother's plan, and do what was in her power to help her carry out hers revenge.
Because there was nothing else she could do. Because it was the only road she knew.
Carlos De Vil had never considered the possibility of being able to really live. Not as a slave to his mother, but as a simple teenager who enjoys youth. He had simply resigned himself to survive, trying to avoid Cruella's punishments and unpleasant encounters with which he often flocked to the Isle.
And as if the opportunity to meet the Gaston twins in the street was not enough to put on him the fear necessary to watch his back, there was also the story of the bear traps: Cruella loved her furs, even more than she loved his own son, and for this reason she had made him put traps scattered throughout the closet, which unfortunately was also his bedroom.
How many times had he risked losing a leg because of those traps? He had lost count, but the scar on his foot was enough to remind him. With that letter in his hands, Carlos saw a new possibility of life, far from the pain and fear from which he had grown up.
And along with the hope for a better life, anxiety also rose in knowing who would be the other three kids to accompany him on his journey to Auradon Prep.
If it had been for him, there were only three possible candidates, the only ones he would have wanted beside him on every occasion, and he hoped with all his heart that they had been chosen like him.
Being bad at Auradon would not have been as fun without them.
«Are you alone?»
If he had been someone else, he would probably have been frightened by the sudden presence behind him, but not Carlos. He had the finest hearing of anyone else on the Isle, capable of picking up even a cat's feline step several feet away.
It was not difficult to hear Mal's footsteps approaching him with caution, careful not to be discovered, when he already knew that someone was coming from the moment they hit the entry mechanism he had invented. The warning sign that read "Caution Flying Rocks" was instead an idea of Jay.
Carlos threw back his head, looking at his friend's figure on the contrary, while she smiled at him as only she could do.
Gods, how much he loved that smile.
«Not anymore.» He grinned, sitting down and making room for her on the shabby couch they'd been able to put on thanks to Evie's sewing skills.
Mal sat down with a thud, letting her head slide against Carlos's right shoulder and closing her green eyes in peace. Normally she would never have lowered her guard, but with Carlos next to her, she could let go for even a second, sure that no dagger would be stuck in her back in the time she was next to him.
On the Isle nobody could be trusted, yet they had been equally able to find people with whom they could share joys and sorrows, sure that they would never turn their backs on each other.
De Vil put his head back against Mal's, feeling her soft purple hair tickle his ear slightly. It was a pleasant feeling.
They stayed like that for several minutes, in a pleasant silence that did not need words. It was Mal who broke that magical moment.
«I was chosen to go to Auradon.»
Carlos stood up enough to be able to see her face at least partially, surprised. It could not be ... it had to be a dream.
It was too good for happen to him.
The tone that Mal had used was dull, annoyed, almost as if the idea of finally leaving that dirty place did not excite her as much as it should have.
Perhaps, Carlos found himself hypothesizing, her apparent annoyance was due to the fact that she did not want to abandon him and the others, because she still did not know who would accompany her and did not want to risk leaving any of them behind.
He smiled. Mal would have died rather than admit such a thing, he was sure, but it was enough for him to look into her eyes to understand what was going through her mind. They had known each other for too long for her to hide something from him.
«Wow, that means you'll have to put up with me also at Auradon.»
Mal's look made him smile, because he could read the confusion in her eyes, which turned into surprise when Carlos showed her the sheet that had been delivered to him.
Mal smirked, it was a bad grin, those she usually did when she was thinking of some wickedness to be done around the Isle, against the children of the villains who had the bad idea to take the daughter of Maleficent the wrong way.
Like Uma.
He shook his head, it was not the time to think about it.
Carlos stopped concentrating on anything at the moment Mal hugged him, happy and relieved, perhaps. He returned the hug more than willingly.
It seemed that the blindfolded goddess finally blessed him with a little luck. He could finally escape from the Isle, and the best part is that at least Mal would have been with him.
He could not ask for anything more.
Well he really could, but for that moment he decided not to force his precarious fortune too much.