Before we get started: I have read many, many Descendants stories lately, at least a hundred different ones (yes, I have no life!) and I have never seen this idea put into play. Granted, I only use Fanfiction and the occasional Wattpad (only do I use that if I'm desperate and nothing new has been posted on Fanfiction), but I'm hoping you'll like the idea! If it has been put into play, then I am stating now that I am fully unaware and am in no way attempting to copy anyone. Also, I have only read the tiny sample of the book "Isle of the Lost" on Amazon, I am still waiting for my copy and have not yet read it, so again, no idea if this happens in the book or what really goes on in it (I try to stay away from spoilers).

How about I be quiet and let's get on with the story, shall we?

The Descendants knew of their parents history, their stories, but what if they didn't completely understand the lengths their parents went to to be deemed the Mistress of Evil, the Evil Queen, the villainous Jafar, and the criminally insane Cruella De Vil? Ahead lies the journey of the four children and finding out who their parents actually are, how they came to be, and just exactly what they did; the children are forming their own opinions of the wrong-doings of their parents, and well, we're lucky to be able to witness it.

(I will be changing some of the stories we all know to fit into my own vision of what this should be, and to also make it more interesting and new. So if something happens that didn't happen in the Disney film I promise it is on purpose! Also, I made curfew at Auradon Prep earlier, so it's not something I have gotten wrong, it's simply something I changed for the point of the story. This chapter is going to be mostly the same thing as what happened during their attempt at getting the wand in the movie, but I've added some things.)


Time set: The villainous children have just arrived in Auradon, hellbent to retrieve the Fairy Godmother's wand and return it to Maleficent - who will bend both good and evil to her will, excuse me, their will to wreak revenge upon the United States of Auradon.


Mal was standing beside Evie in the middle of their dorm, just waiting for night to fall. To be honest, Evie didn't understand why they were just standing there waiting instead of doing something to pass the time, but she also wasn't going to be the one who questioned her on it. She allowed herself a look over at the purple-haired girl, who was staring at the thin curtains as if they were going to attack, but there was something else she noticed in her quick glance, her eyes were glowing their signature green. She was summoning her magic, preparing to do something evil.

"What?" Mal suddenly barked, breaking her own concentration.

Evie simply rolled her eyes and didn't bother to answer, instead breaking her stare (which had lingered much longer than planned) to return staring at the closed curtains. You could barely see the remaining sunlight through them, and once there was none left, they would be on the move.

Curfew at Auradon Prep was ridiculously early, especially for children who had no experience with a curfew before, but it was turning out to work in their favor. They didn't have to wait until it was ridiculously late to execute their plans, just until they were certain every student had returned to their dorms. And being the goody-two-shoes they were, Mal was certain they'd run into no trouble when it came to lingering bodies. Just as quickly (or slowly, to Evie) as the last trace of daylight had been erased from view, Mal had jumped to grab her book with the golden dragon adorning the cover.

"E, mirror." She said simply before peeking her head out of the door to check the halls, and once certain they were clear, she stepped out.

The two girls were quickly making their way to the boys dormitory, only stopping to occasionally check halls before entering them. They have definitely had their share of practice when it came to running and sneaking around, credit to being born on the Isle and often having to outrun those out to kill or harm them.

It only took about five minutes of running to make it across the yard to the boys dormitory, and surprisingly the door to the building wasn't locked. They've made this way too easy, Mal thought, snickering slightly. And before long they made it to Jay and Carlos' room, not stopping to knock on the door, but simply just walking in as if they owned the place. And to the female descendants, their male counterparts room was just as much theirs as those to who it was assigned to. The same went for the boys when it came to Mal and Evie's room, though it was less welcoming, what with all the lace and pink floral prints.

Mal was more than annoyed when she found Carlos playing a stupid game and Jay was taking inventory of the things he had stolen today. She quickly rounded the other three up and demanded they find the wand, reminding them that was what they were here to do, nothing more. And so they sat around the table, making a plan and trying to locate the wand. Once they did, however, there was a knock at the door. Mal and Evie looked at each other in shock, they were not supposed to be here and breaking the one rule Fairy Godmother had made clear to them on their first night did not seem like a great idea. Although they had already done it, the not-so great idea was more getting caught than actually breaking the rule. After all, rules are made to be broken, are they not? Jay went to answer the door after the second set of knocks while Mal and Evie made their way to a hiding spot.

Of course it was none other than Fairy Godmother herself.

"Hello Jay," she began, leaning slightly so she was able to see the other boy in the room, "and hello to you as well Carlos!"

Carlos waved back slightly, suspicious of what she was doing here after curfew, when all the children were supposed to be doing homework (and since they had no classes today, they were supposed to be doing anything within the dorm, but still).

"I can imagine you're wondering what I'm doing here," She smiled slightly, obviously taking note of Carlos' confused look. "I just wanted to come myself, since Ben couldn't due to curfew, and make sure you were finding comfort in your new room. I know it can be a little unnerving to be in a new place."

Mal rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to scoff at the woman's words. This was the least unnerving position she had ever been in and for the fairy to think otherwise was ignorant.

"We're good." Was the only reply she received, which was from Jay who knew the woman's intent - to make sure they were in their dorms and not off causing trouble or wreaking havoc.

"Yes, well, I'm glad you are doing well. I'll leave you to continue settling in and beginning to wind down for the night, I should be checking on Mal and Evie now - before it gets much later."

Mal and Evie's heads shot up to look at each other, no longer facing the floor, but still out of sight from the headmistress. And before he could even stop himself, or lower the volume, Jay shouted, "No!"

Fairy Godmother's face contorted into a look of confusion and Jay realized the mistake he had made.

"I mean, they normally like to go to sleep early and I wouldn't wake up Mal if I were you, she gets pretty cranky."

And to add to the effect, Carlos widened his eyes and nodded. Which it wasn't a lie, not really, Mal did get cranky if you woke her. The only part that was technically a lie was that they were asleep. Though Jay had said it so smoothly that only those on the Isle could suspect he was lying, here in Auradon a lie usually involved stuttering or some kind of tell, but he had nothing. Fairy Godmother simply nodded in response, still having her look of confusion on her face, but it was slowly dissipating.

"I suppose I could just check on them in the morning.." She began, pausing for only a moment, "even though I would have preferred to tonight. Well, I suppose I'll leave them be." And finally her confused looked turned into a smile and she took off after saying a brief goodnight.

Mal and Evie got up from their hiding spots and continued where they had left off, ready to go after the wand.


Their first attempt at stealing the wand would be a failure, thanks to Jay and his desire to prove himself. Mal could only try and think of another way to steal the wand, but she couldn't stop thinking about the "Hall of Villains" exhibit at the museum they had seen, she wanted to return. The wax-like figure of her mother had made an impact on her, and she wondered if the others seeing their parents like that had a similar reaction. Though it didn't seem as though they had, Mal was the only one who lagged behind. It was as if she were actually in her mothers presence, and in a way she was. She could hear her mother ranting to her about being evil, about what she needed to be in order to please her, and the kind of life she was born to live. That she couldn't change it.

Little did Mal know, however, that everyone was lingering on the figures of their parents.

Jay was more than a little creeped out, though he would never admit it, about seeing his fathers face. He was reminded of the times he didn't steal enough, or when the lamps did not have a genie lying within them. His father would tell him what a waste of valuable space he was, that he never cared for him, and that he would never be enough. And of course Jay knew this even without his father telling him so, his father cared for possessions, for power; not his son.

Carlos had been taken back to caring for his mothers furs, her hair, anything she needed him to do that she didn't want to do herself. The times she would not allow him to leave the house because he had not done his job well enough. And that's what it was, a job. He was enslaved to his mother, and he always would be. He wondered what it would be like when she came to Auradon. What would his life be like then? And then he thought that that was exactly what made him a villain, his selfishness. He didn't want his mother, he wanted his freedom to do whatever he pleased. He had that here in Auradon. Carlos didn't want to go back to the Isle, nor did he want those from the Isle to come here, but he couldn't admit it. He'd be banished by his friends, and even his own mother would turn against him. Well, more against him than she already was. He would be one to be punished, alongside those who resided in Auradon permanently. He quickly pushed the thought from his head, he was a villain, he was bad news.

Evie was frightened by the sight of her mother. Even though she had not actually been there, and had not actually seen her, all she could think was that she was sweaty from all the running she had been doing that night. In her eyes she didn't look pretty, and she knew in her mothers eyes she was downright disgusting. She wasn't good enough, she never would be. Part of her realized she shouldn't be, her mother would absolutely hate her had she been good enough or prettier than her. And while Evie had quite a bit of confidence when it came to her looks, and often referred to herself as the fairest of them all, she knew it couldn't be. Her mother would have gotten rid of her long ago had she been, or crushed her confidence enough that she would no longer believe that of herself.

Mal was the only one willing to return to the Isle, and the others would return, but only out of obligation. Their parents would condemn them, and they knew Mal would go through with the plan to prove herself to her mother. They respected Mal for it, they understood.


End of Chapter One!

Yes, yes. This was all set-up! I'll have the next chapter released soon, by the time this is posted it'll already be written (and being edited)!

Oh and I cut out the scene where they go after the wand simply because we already know what happens. I had written it out and then I thought about it and decided to erase it and time jump.

I'll see you all soon! - Skye.

(I'm going to post this now, but I wanted to add that yes, I do have the next chapter written, but I would really like to know if anybody is even interested in reading any further. Please let me know in anyway you can, whether it be a review, a follow, or a PM. If I get any of these, even one, I will continue because I know at least one person hopes I continue. I hate asking this of you but I can't spend a lot of time writing if nobody wishes to read further, I hope you understand.)