Dark. Cold. Dirty. A place where evil ruled and the good never penetrated it's borders.

The Isle of the Lost was no place for children.

Affectionately known as the Isle of the Leftovers by its inhabitants, the island was no place for anyone. Twenty years ago, however, the famed King Beast, believed that the island was the perfect thing to solve his problems.

After marrying Belle, King Beast brought all the kingdoms together and created the United States of Auradon, and low and behold he got himself elected leader of these states. It was then that he had all the villains in the land, yes ALL of them, rounded up and shipped off to the Isle of the Lost. To keep the villains, along with all their sidekicks and minions, there a magical barrier was placed around the island which prevented anyone from coming or going without the use of a special golden button that was kept in the Kings possession.

On the Isle there was no magic, no wifi or Internet, and the only television stations were one that was just constant advertisements and the other showed the King and his 'be good' propaganda. Beast had truly cut them off from the rest of the world and left them to deal only with one another. How dull. On the opposite end of the spectrum, of course, those in Auradon still got to have all the fun.

However, this story isn't about any of those people.

Five years after the Isle was turned into a home for all the villains a little girl was born. At the time she hadn't seemed special or significant in any way. Her mother wasn't the Evil Queen, or Ursula, or Gothel, or mistress of all evil Maleficent, thank goodness. No, her mother was merely a woman known as Magica De Spell. A once second rate sorceress who had hunted Scrooge McDuck and had never been able to succeed at stealing his number one dime.

Magica had little to no power in comparison to the other villains on the island, and while her move to Isle under curious circumstances had caused a bit of a buzz, her tiny daughter wasn't exactly the talk of the town when she was born.

Even at age fifteen Delphine De Spell was a no name girl on the Isle. She was quiet, withdrawn and never allowed herself to grow even remotely close to other children in her neighbourhood. That, of course, was because of… Well actually that's a story better saved for later on.

Right now, however, the girl in question just leaving Dragon Hall; one of the two schools on the island for the VK's (Villain Kids), as they were known, and was on her way home. On her mind was only one thing; toad tongues. Those were the things she was missing and she just had to get them before she got home, it was essential to her plan!

So she hurried to the Goblin Bazaar and began searching through the waste that was put out by the Slop Shop. Dumpster diving, as it were, was never her favourite hobby, but this was important! She had to have these things, if she didn't then all her work would be for nothing and she didn't intend to fail this time. This time, nothing would stop her.

When she found the old toad tongues that had been thrown out she put them into a bag and started back towards home. The streets were beginning to crowd a little with all the students who had come out of school and were either heading home or going to hang out around the place. The goblins were also out and about, their sickly smell permeating through the air combined with that of the rotting garbage that was never disposed of properly. Almost everywhere she went Delphine could smell that acrid stench in the air, thankfully she wasn't the type to gag when the smell was particularly strong.

The walls of most places were covered in grime and dirt, and in a lot of places covering that dirt was spray paint. Old tags from the once evil daughter of Maleficent who had gone around writing "evil lives" we're still around, but many had been covered with hate by the other kids who were still living in the Isle.

Since moving to Auradon Mal was no longer very popular with the island's residents, most people now considered her a traitor for changing sides. She decided to join the royals on the side of good rather than stay on the oath of evil like her mother. Delphine didn't particularly care, at least Maleficent was no longer able to preside over everyone like a tyrant since she was turned into a lizard. However there were others that were there to try and take the crown and rule the Isle.

Delphine lowered her head as she kept walking after she spotted some of the older kids in their gangs and hurried past them. She didn't want to start a fight now. She was busy. She needed to get home and add the tongues to her spice juice. That combined with the ogre toe jam that she'd collected before she went to school would make her spice juice extra spicy and give anyone who drank it a stomach ache for a week after drinking it.

She wasn't normally a mean-spirited girl, but she did live on the Isle of the Lost and pulling at least one prank every so often was a given. Besides, she had to do it for her mother. Magica wanted to give it to Gaston for revenge after he had encouraged Gil to throw stones through the front windows in the house.

Delphine looked at said windows as she came to the front of her home, if it could really be called that. The house, like most on the Isle, was old and falling apart. On the outside the paint was peeling and the wood rotting from the normally miserable weather they had there. It looked like it was barely holding itself together. Despite all that, however, it was a place to sleep with a roof over her head.

She walked over to the door and bent down to get the key from underneath a pile of rotting garbage. Her fingers felt the cool metallic texture of a key as they brushed against it, grabbing it, she pulled it out and looked at it for a moment. It was old and tarnished and still had some sludge on it. Sneering, Delphine inserted the gnarled key into the lock, twisted it and pushed the door open.

The inside of the house at least looked somewhat hospitable. It was dark and nearly everything inside was black, with the exception of the occasional pops of colour with red and purple that almost looked to be residue from minor explosions on the walls and floor. It was a very gothic house, so the colours didn't really fit in. Delphine couldn't care less, but her mother hated it.

"Delphine!" The girl winced as she heard her mother's voice, her Italian accent still as thick as ever. "Is that you?"

"Yes mother!" She shouted back.

Footsteps echoed through the halls and soon Magica De Spell appeared in the doorway to her room. The ex-sorceress hadn't aged too badly, perhaps she was a little shorter, maybe she had some more wrinkles, and her hair had grown a little greyer, but she was still the same old Magica.

"You are late, what took you so long?"

"I was getting some stuff for that drink you want to give Gaston." She explained and went to sit the bag down on the kitchen table.

"Oh? What did you get me?" Magica walked over and inspected the contents of the bag, smiling when she saw the road tongues. "Ooh that will add a kick!" She gave a wicked chuckle.

"I knew you'd like it."

"Yes… Well what are you waiting for? Get going!" She shouted and pointed to her daughter's bedroom. Delphine nodded, grabbing the stuff and scurrying to her room.

Magica could be terrifying when she wanted to, not that Delphine was afraid of her of course, but she knew when to just get in and do what the woman told her to. Once she was in her bedroom with the door shut she quickly when to work.

She went over to an old wooden desk that still had beakers that were half filled with other experiments she had been working on. However her attention immediately went to the biggest beaker in front of her that was filled with a thick murky liquid. She sat the back on the desk beside that beaker and pulled out the toad tongues she'd acquired. They were green and slimy, but it didn't bother Delphine as she picked them up in her hands, struggling to hold them as they were slippery, before she dropped them into the beaker. She then scooped the toe jam in and stirred the mixture with a spoon, smiling as drink turned a dark, muddy brown.

Given a day or so it would be ready to give Gaston some serious problems.

Delphine smiled and sighed as she walked over and flopped down onto her bed. It was a small mattress on the floor with a flimsy red blanket, but she didn't complain about it. She knew she was lucky to have that much. Others didn't have a mattress at or a blanket at all. But they were not her problem. Everyone did what they could to get by, and no one did anything to help anyone else.

That was how the Isle worked, everyone had to fend for themselves. Sometimes Delphine wondered if it really had to be that way, if things could be better if they tried hard enough, but she would never tell anyone what she thought. That would be suicide and bring shame upon her mother, of course she didn't want that. Instead she kept her head down and went on with her life in the slums.

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Hey guys this is my first Disney Descendants fanfic so I'm a little nervous about it, but I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to let me know what you think about it and what I could improve to make it more enjoyable for you readers. Thanks for taking the time to check out this story and I hope you'll keep reading to see what happens in later chapters!

~ Lexa