A/N: Hooray, first fic. This little thing came about from a prompt on Tumbler by kayla-bird, which can be seen here: http post/127013368169/so-i-thought-of-the-best-descendants-au-and-by by taking out the space. I really loved the idea, so I ran with it. There will be both slash and femslash, because I'm trashy like that. I humbly request both a beta, and someone to let me know if the prompt fails to show, because it's long and the only reason this fic makes sense. This is the prologue and is very short. The next chapter will be quite long. All of the rest will fall somewhere in between.

A good leader needs to have a compass in his head and a bar of steel in his heart

Robert Townsend

"Da!" It was a quick sound, pouring from tiny lips. To the baby in the crib, it was no different then the hundreds of other babbles, except for one thing: the reaction in invoked from his father. Kind Adam swung his tiny son into the air, making the baby giggle with joy.

"That's right! Da! I'm Da!" He snuggled the baby close, enjoying the sweet smell as chubby arms wound around his neck. Ben was by far the best thing that he and Belle had ever done, and he would gladly lay his life down for the baby in his arms.

But lately, he had been feeling stirrings of unease when he looked at his little son. His baby, as well as those of his friends, were cherished above all else in the world. But that wasn't always the case.

Banishing the villains to the Island had seemed like a good idea at the time. Get them out of Auradon and ensure that the only people they could hurt was each other. And without magic, even that ability was sorely tempered.

He hadn't thought it through. Hadn't thought that, evil as they were, they had the same needs and desires as everyone else, sex being one of them. And sex made babies. Babies who were as innocent as his Ben. Babies whom no one was rocking, and cuddling, and singing songs to. Babies who might not even be getting fed regularly, much less loved and educated.

It wasn't like he could let the villains off the Island, but he could give the children a second chance. It had to be done carefully, it had to be done quickly, and most importantly, it had to be done in utter secrecy. If the villains got wind of his plan, the would undoubtedly fight for their kids. Not because they loved them, but because they saw them as extensions of themselves, nothing but property that they had created, and thus had all rights to.

It took a further 3 months to put the plan in place. Foster homes for the babies and toddlers were quietly located. The fact of their pasts would not be hidden, but they would also be sure to let the kids know that the could rise above it, and do better then their parents had. A task force of fairies and other magical creatures was set up to get the children and bring them to Auradon.

They would only get one chance at this. The barrier would have to be dropped for the children, and they couldn't risk any of the other residents of the Island escaping. They also couldn't risk anyone attempting to hide, or worse, kill, their child to prevent it from being taken.

There were still so many things that could go wrong with this plan, but the children were worth the risk. The assembled task force stood waiting for the last thing that was needed to start everything off: the kings signature.

Adam looked over at Ben, standing up in his playpen. The past 3 months had been kind to him. He was taller, heavier. The single word had blossomed into a dozen, and he was beginning to walk instead of crawl. He has all the opportunities in the world, and Adam was bound and determined that all of the children should have the same.

With trembling fingers, he signed the decree.