It was almost like a lottery, every kid on the Isle was hoping to be chosen, to be part of the group getting to escape the hell hole that was the Isle of the Lost, and learn what it was like in the real world, in Auradon. Of course, some were innocent, they wanted freedom because they just weren't meant for a life in a place where being kind hearted would leave you in the gutter. Others, however, had ulterior motives. They weren't in it for the education, no, they were in it for the proximity to the royal family. For the chance to carry on the family tradition of evil.
Everyone thought when the first four were taken, it was a fluke, that they would either ruin it for everyone and get shipped back, or they would lead the Isle to freedom. They would be the ones to break down the barrier and evil would once again run through the land unchecked.
Those hopes were put to rest, however, when Mal, the daughter of supposedly the evilest person in the Isle, defeated her mother, turning her into some kind of lizard. That did, however, open the possibility for more to be brought over to the school. For more of the children of the Damned to be taken from their homes in exchange for a good education, access to normal electronics, and the ability to finish their parents work.
The job hand been given to a man named Widdles. He was the one in charge of deciding who got to go and who was going to be left behind in each round of transfers. He, along with a trio of body guards, walked the streets, it was his job to determine who would be the best to bring to Auradon, who was too far gone, who would bring something to the school that they needed. It seemed all anyone could talk about anymore was the possibility of leaving the Island, even the adults, who were stuck here for life found themselves interested, taking bets on who would be included.
"Who do you think they're going to take?"
"I bet they'll take Smee's daughter."
"God I hope not, she's a blithering idiot, they'll all laugh at us."
"Us? Speak for yourself, I definitely don't imagine myself on the same level as the Smee girl."
The streets were buzzing, everyone waiting for the announcement. And when those children were picked, everyone was there to watch them go, congratulating and cheering, even if deep down they were scheming, waiting, hoping these were the children who would free them.
"Wait, so you're telling me you have no idea who's coming?" Mal asked Ben, as the school gathered outside, waiting for the newest batch of Villain kids.
"No, when I gave the job to Widdles, I trusted that he would come up with the best options. The ones who really need or deserve to be here." Ben shrugged. "I mean, I figured he'd run it by me, but apparently." He shrugged again and clapped with everyone else as the limo pulled around front.
"It's kind of exciting." Evie grinned, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. "Maybe it'll be friends." She let out a dramatic gasp, her hand on Jay's bicep. "Maybe They'll send out Gaston Jr."
"Good, I could use someone around here who can really arm wrestle." Jay flexed. The limo stopped and the chatter sank down to a low buzz of conversation as the door opened. The first person to duck out left the ladies breathless. His clothes were impeccably tailored, a lavender button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, burgundy vest and slacks, all somehow pulled together by a satin-y blue tie. The young man's dark hair was pulled back into a low pony tail. He was broad chested, but immaculate, the kind of guy that girls fell over themselves to impress.
"Jonathan Ratcliffe." Carlos muttered. "Greedy, selfish-"
"Handsome." Jane interrupted
"Womanizer." Mal finished.
Next filed out two girls, one right after the other. One was slightly taller, her red curls falling down over her shoulders, the other had black hair, styled very similarly to the other girl, both wore the same style skater dress, the redhead in green, the brunette in pink. With matching tights and boots, they could have been-
"Twins?" Ben asked.
"Cousins. Ana and Dru. Ana's mother is Drizella and Dru's mom is Anastacia. Ana's the brunette and Dru is the redhead." Carlos supplied. "Almost never separated, It's kind of ridiculous."
"Very ridiculous." Mal corrected.
The next teenager to step out was rounder, shorter. He wore a red and gold shirt with black pants, his dark hair messy on top. His body was soft but the look in his eyes was hard, sharp, like he could take off your head at any moment.
"Rudy. The Red Queen's favorite child."
"Only child." Evie supplemented Carlos's comment. "He's mean, violent, everything his Mummy would want out of a child." She crossed her arms over her chest as Rudy moved next to Jonathan. Finally, one more person stepped out and the crowd fell completely silent.
The girl's face and hair were obstructed by the wide, fur lined hood of her dark green vest, the lighter green dress she wore underneath bared her shoulders, but had long, tight sleeves, trailing down over the heels of her hands, her nail painted the same shades of green as her outfit were slightly pointed. Under the dress she had dark green leggings, tucked into brown ankle boots. The air around her seemed to crackle and as she gripped the top of the hood, pulling it down, it made sense.
The crowd audibly gasped as the hood came down, revealing Channing, daughter of the Enchantress. The woman who had turned Ben's father into the beast, the woman who had wandered the lands able to manipulate the world around her, bringing either destruction or glory at her will.
"Widdles is fired." Ben whispered.
Author's Note: Welcome to my newest story, something that has been floating around in my brain for a while now and I'm finally figuring out how to put it to paper. Some of you might be wondering 'But what about your other two stories' I'm not getting rid of them or stopping them, I will be working on them again, I just have to get together the muse for them both. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my newest story and if you have any questions, comments or anything of the sort feel free to leave them in a review or a PM.
The Quixotic