Destined To Be Descendants
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I decided to not have Mal in my story as I found she would clash with what (in the long run) I'd like to achieve. I'm sorry but either way, I hope you like what I have to offer (insert groaning among the ranks). So, without further ado, here we go!
Chapter 1
Introduction
Who knew so much could change in the blink of an eye? Who knew that I could be headed on a different path than I thought I would be? Okay whoa, before I get too carried away, let me start by being polite and introducing myself.
My name is Maren and I call the Isle of the Lost home. Now, I'm no bad being. That's the job of some other...people. I'm more of an introvert. I was raised to be so by the queen of hiding out. See, my mom is Mother Gothel...you know, stealing Rapunzel away and hiding her for 18 years so she could be young and healthy forever? Well I'm pleased to tell you she didn't really die. Only faked her death...she was however found and captured and placed here once King Adam and Queen Belle took over. So, she met my father, may he rest in peace, and had me.
I do indeed go out but not under the ingrained assumption that there will be people out to get me...mother like daughter I guess. However, even though I would walk through the streets and continuously look over my shoulders, I knew that someone was always looking out for me. Another person here, trapped like all of us. No, me running into this person doesn't get me into trouble...yet.
So maybe now that I've covered some of the basics, I'll continue my present predicament. What is it you may ask? Well, let's take a trip into how my life got changed. So I was walking around the streets, on my way home from taking a look around. I like to do that. I have a camera and I love to take pictures of that the "outdoors" looks like. Being cooped up all the time kind of does that to you.
Any who, I was on my way when I saw a shadow peak by the alley close to my home. I knew who it was immediately but I thought I'd keep my cool and keep going. Apparently, the specter in question didn't wasn't about that plan. "Hey, where ya going?" asked a familiar face. The face in question? Belonged to the son of Gaston, named Gillian or Gil for short. Me and him go back into our younger days. He knows I enjoy the time I the time I get outside so whenever he's out on "the prowl" as he calls it, he watches out for me. "Gil, it's time for me to head back in" I look up at him with humor in my voice. He just raises his eyebrows and looks at me in silence.
I noticed quickly however, that his facial expression changed and he looked a bit uncomfortable. "Gil, is everything okay?" I asked. Gil isn't usually one to get touchy feely (ever), but I thought I'd try. Gil sighed at me and looked downward…Uh oh. "Maren…I overheard your mom talking to someone…about you" he started. I waited for him to continue. "It's…uh Maren…you aren't back to school with the rest of us" he said. I was confused now. "Well then, where am I-""You're going to a different school…in Auradon".
