This is Evie's story about what happened between the time when Mal and Maleficent banished her and her mother to the time where she was finally "free".

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's Descendants or any of its characters, just the plot.

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

No one's POV:

I was another gloomy day on the Isle of the lost, with children of the most infamous villains causing mischief, as usual. There was one unusual event to take place today, however, and it was the birthday party of a certain six year old princess, the fairest of them all, in fact. She was standing in front of a tall mirror, admiring her makeup and making sure she was, well the fairest. She wanted to make sure she was absolutely flawless. Why does she care about beauty on this prison island? She's the Evil Queen's daughter.

Evie's POV:

"Mommy, mommy, let's go already!" I yelled at my mother, eager to attend my birthday party. Today was going to be all about me. Me, me, me! I was a tad excited to see Gaston's twins, Gaston Jr and Gaston III. I'll have to admit, they're probably the best boys on the island for a princess like me. They're still not princes, though. Oh well, that isn't important at the moment. The next thing I knew, I was out the door alongside my mother.

When I got outside, I saw this boy. I think his name is Jay, the stealthy thief son of Jafar. He was staring at me wide-eyed, probably admiring my looks. He seemed to be interested in me, but he was coated in dirt, probably from hiding from the people he stole from. Yucky! Just to get his hopes up, I looked him in the eye, then flipped me hair in a flirty way, like any villain should. That seemed to satisfy him, and if he tried to ask me to become an acquaintance of his (we don't have friends here), I'd turn him down. I smirked to myself as I followed my mother.

We arrived at the makeshift park made of wood planks and metal barrels. It wasn't impressive, but the Auradonians couldn't care less about us villains. I found two big chairs, which me and Mommy used as thrones to watch over our "subjects". I waited for the children to arrive. I didn't invite them to come because I was nice, I just want to have some fun in this dump that I call home. Everybody on the island would be there, with the exception of one little girl and her mother: Mal and Maleficent. I know villains aren't supposed to care about anyone other than themselves, but I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Oh well, her mother took control of the island from my mommy! Nobody messes with her, just ask Snow White.

As the guests arrived, I collected the gifts (they were really just small trinkets that they stole on the street) and listened to the "not so Happy Birthdays". No one was ever happy on this island… our home was a prison! Auradonians may be declared as heroes, but they can be rotten to the core….. almost worse than us.

Mal's POV:

I sat at my bedroom window, watching the girl who believes she's a princess, just because her mother is the Evil Queen. Her hair and skin are flawless, I'll admit that, but if I didn't know any better, I'd think she was some prissy Auradonian pink princess in disguise. She doesn't belong on an island of villains. Villains care about only two things: being the evilest in the land and their own personal needs. True villains don't waste time on doing perfect winged eyeliner. I should know, my mother is Maleficent, the evilest of them all.

There is one "evil" thing that she has done, and even that wasn't that evil. She didn't invite me to her stupid birthday party. I wouldn't have shown up anyway, but I would've loved to disappoint her on her "special" day. When my mommy finds out about this, Evie and Grimhelde are going to regret not putting me on the guest list.

Evie's POV:

After a few hours of "fun", the party had come to an end. My mommy and I were packing up all of the "gifts", when we saw the Mistress of Evil and her daughter. My mommy was not happy. Maleficent was the last person she wanted to see at the moment. She'd rather be with Snow White, so I do mean she's the last person.

"I see that my daughter wasn't invited to your little get-together," Maleficent commented, refusing to use the word party. I could see Mal glaring at me with hatred in her eyes. Maleficent's expression was unreadable. I feared what was to happen next…...