Hey there! Just a little thought I couldn't get out of my head. I hope you like it!
English isn't my mother tongue, so please forgive me for any mistakes. If someone wants to beta the story...I would really appreciate it!
I do not own Descendants.
The Aftermath
by Girlscout4ever
Prologue
Every story has 4 parts: The beginning, the middle, the end and the aftermath. And their story – her mother always included Mal in her long speeches – was far from over.
Her defeat at the hands of Prince Phillip, the broken enchantment, the nauseously happy wedding with the stupid color-changing dress…it wasn't the end. At least not HER end, Maleficent assured her daughter. And Mal was still at the beginning of her very own story. One full of malice, venom and wickedness. She would be the one to right all the wrongs. One of them – the ruling couple, King Adam and his smart-ass wife Belle.
Mal had been still in der diapers when her mother had begun to tell her all the horrid stories about the rulers of Auradon.
And she had begun to hate.
Deeply and without remorse.
A blackness that engulfed her all through her way to womanhood. And Mal knew it...deep inside, she was rotten.
The purple-haired girl had been only six years old when she first saw the Prince on television. He was slightly older than her. But even at her young age she could see that he would be no adversary for her. With his slicked-back hair and his dopey grin and all spruced up. He's weak, Mal thought, when she observed how he picked up a stuffed animal and brought it back to a toddler, who had been crying because of the lost toy.
And then he smiled.
And she faltered for a split second.
Agitated she smashed the nearest item – a heavy book – in the direction of the TV.
Black smoke.
Broken pieces of glass.
Lots of screaming.
After that episode Mal couldn't sit for over a week. Her mother had made sure of that.
With tears threatening to fall - „Only the weak are crying Mal!" – she managed to climb up the ladder to the rooftop and stood at the edge of the dilapidated brick-building. The wind in her purple hair, she squinted her blazing eyes and concentrated hard. Somewhere on the horizon she could see the outlines of Auradon. It was mocking her. Somewhere in the pristine streets of the kingdom a King, his Queen and their son were celebrating their happy and carefree life.
„Not for long."
And with that her story began.
