This is the first story I've ever written and i know to sucks. First couple of chapters are going to be short.
Not all of the kingdom was as kind as Ben. He believed that everyone deserve a chance and that the Villain Kids should be given as much rights as Royals do. Other royalties and heroes, not so much. He just finished a meeting with all of them, more like a war, at least that's how he described it. He wanted to bring more children from the Isle to Auradon.
The Charmings and various other heroes didn't quite agree with him, saying that if the current VKs were on the edge of destroying them, how will the next be.
"So how was it?" A voice behind Ben said suddenly. Ben turned around, startled. "Not really that great." He answered his girlfriend, Mal, daughter of Maleficent, the worst in history, blah blah blah.
She really enjoyed scaring him and never failed. She saw it as revenge against what he did on their first date.
"Mal, can I ask you something?"
"You just did, Smarty." She laughed.
"No, like a real question." He said. Her usual mischievous smile faded. She knew he was going to ask about something she doesn't want to remember. She just nodded to him.
"How was life on the Isle Of The Lost?" He asked.
She was praying for a long time he wouldn't ask that question but she knew that sooner or later, she's gonna have to answer. "It was..." She took a moment to think, how was she going to put all the emotional, mental and physical abuse in a way he can stomach. "...Hard." She finally completed her answer.
"How hard?" He asked again.
"Let's not think about that right now." She tried to change the subject but Ben, being the king he is, wasn't going to let that trick fool him. "Mal, I've been trying to convince the leaders and heroes of the other kingdoms to get more children here but some are still stereotyping Villain Kids." He said. "If they were doing something bad to all of you, I might be able to use that against them."
Mal signed. "It's impossible to put it to words." She said acting out of her usual Mal character. "You have to see it for yourself."
Then, an idea hit his head. What if his and some of the Royals that are against the proclamation disguise themselves and see what it's like on the Isle, maybe then they might understand.
"Mal, your a genius." He said hugging her.
"You think I don't know that." She blurted out, returning into the usual Mal they all love.