Chapter 1: Off the Isle.
She had just gotten the news: Four children from the Island of the Lost would be sent to Auradon for a second chance at life.
How pathetic, those four would never change. How did she know? Easy, she's lived on the island and she's seen them. She's experienced their Cruelty, cursed with it. They run wild on the island while she lurks in the shadows, miserable and unseen. For years she was alone and forgotten but today was the day that'd change… kind of. Today was the day she'd get off this hopeless island.
The youngling climbed up the side of the ram shackle building, golden eyes fixed on the window. She knew it lead to Malificent's girl's room. Higher and higher she rose. This was nothing, looking down she saw the foul girl running. Purple locks flowing in the dim light of the overcast sky, her eyes glowing from so far away. A low growl slipped from her bared teeth. Focus, you'll get her later. Her hand reached the sill of the open window and she pulled herself up. The room was dark and messy, made sense. The suitcases in the corner made her eyes light up, just as she thought! Three suitcases packed for Auradon, One was very large, one was very small, but one was just right for Lill'un to fit. Short on time, she quickly unpacked it and closed herself in. She tried her best to get comfortable because she'd be there for a while.
In the darkness she pondered. To be honest with herself, she didn't even want to go. Sure the forests in Auradon were probably bigger and of course there was her but other than that, the island wasn't that bad. But she had to go, no matter her will. The door suddenly shuddered and creaked open. The suitcases were being moved, just like she planned. Outside voices rambled and chimed until she was dropped with a thud and a sound came like a closing door. The dark and closed space didn't bother. After all that is how she spent most of her childhood. Everything began to hum and vibrate and voices mumbled through some wall it sounded like. This was it. She'd be out, and she'd break the curse. And if not, she'd die trying.
Iyzzie Really hoped this worked. Magic didn't work on the island so why would a potion.
"You do know that this is, like, the only way this is going to work right?" Asked her friend in the water.
"I know, I know it's just kind of risky."
"Iyzzie there's a difference between 'risky' and 'won't work'."
She rolled her eyes, "Hey do you want in or not?" She said flatly. Reluctantly he took the pink vial.
"And everything's in place?" he asked lifting himself from the water to the shore.
She nodded "Yup, all of our stuff is in the bags."
"Did you get them in place?"
"Yeah, they're in position."
Saul looked concern, "Well, bottoms up." And together they drank from their vials.
Suddenly everything grew bigger, and bigger until they were surrounded by rocks the size of mountains and blades of grass the size of trees. Their backs were heavy and with some will, extensions of their backs buzzed as they lifted from the ground. They knew what to do.
Quick as a whip, the two zipped through the air to the main square where they grew up. Down the streets they memorized as children. And there it was, their ticket off the island, a black limousine with shadows inside. But strangely enough it looked as if there were five inside. Five? Iyzzie thought, it's supposed to be four. No matter, it was about to leave. They landed on the hood of the car, but no one would notice two little wasps. Hopefully they'd make the clear in time. Since it was made on the island, her mom and she didn't have all the necessary materials to fix it just right. So their dismay, they only had half an hour before they turned back. By then they had to get the bags and get ready.
After all, they had school tomorrow.