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When the day of their departure finally came, the four teens were extremely nervous. They didn't show it, of course.
The limousine arrived sometime in the early afternoon. It was big, sleek, and white. The Isle's citizens watched with awe as it pulled up outside of Maleficent's castle.
Jay acted cocky, like he was ready for anything this new world threw at him. His father had warned him of what could happen once he crossed into Auradon; how his genie heritage could change him. Jafar gave him a lamp, like the one he had been trapped in himself, and sent him out the door once his bag was packed with clothes.
"Remember Jay," Jafar told his son as he handed the teen his bag. "Your lamp must be kept safe. And also, steal as much as you can. Wouldn't want you losing any of your skills, now would we?"
Jay rolled his eves, dumping his duffel bag into the limousine's trunk. "I know, Dad. Give it a rest." He waved goodbye and slid into the car.
"Have fun, Mal!" Maleficent said, spitting out the word 'fun' like it burned her tongue. She pulled the purple-haired girl into her arms for a hug and turned to whisper in the girl's ear. "Remember. Your job is to get the wand and set us free. Don't screw this up." Mal just nodded, and moved to put her own bags beside Jay's.
Mal desperately wanted her mother's approval. She knew that if she failed, Maleficent and the other villains would let out their anger on her and her and her friends, and that they would not go easy on them. She wasn't even sure if they would make it out alive.
The Evil Queen checked Evie's makeup one last time, and handed her the last shard of her broken magic mirror. "It will help you find the wand, but I still expect you to have a prince when we get out."
"Of course, Mother." The girl agreed readily. "A prince and a castle. Just for us. I'll miss you!" She waved farewell and stowed her luggage in the trunk, joining her fellow 'VKs'. She really was excited to meet the people of Auradon, but she knew they probably wouldn't like her. Which was why she decided she had to look and act like a perfect young princess; just as her mother always taught her.
Carlos came running at the Limo in a full sprint. He dunked a half-full garbage bag into the back and ducked inside, landing almost on Jay's lap. He hated that the garbage sack held pretty much all of his belongings, but he figured that Evie would be happy to make him some new clothes. If not, he could always steal something anyway.
"Carlos!" Cruella's far-off voice screeched, "Come back, Puppy! Who'll dye my roots now?" Carlos winced and curled into himself. He hated that woman with a passion, and was glad to finally be rid of her, even if only temporarily.
The driver shut the trunk and the side doors, getting into the front seat and starting the car.
"We're actually doing this." Carlos muttered, eyes wide. One of his gloved hands reached up to brush through his white hair. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."
Jay held out his hand, setting it in the smaller boy's hair and rubbing gently. If they had been on the Isle, he would have shoved him or hit him, but with just the two of them and the girls, he could afford to give Carlos some of the affection he deserved.
To put it simply; Carlos was touch-deprived. The others all helped in their own little ways. In private, Jay gave him side hugs and head pats, and out in the open he occasionally rested an arm over the smaller boy's shoulders. Evie used to let him sneak into her room and lay down next to her on bad nights. Mal wasn't big on touch, but now and then she would pat his shoulder or rub his hair to show that she cared.
"Believe it." The Arabian teen said. He turned away from Carlos, only to find himself face to face with a wall of treats. "Is… is that… candy?"
How they hadn't noticed it earlier is beyond him, but it was still there nonetheless.
"Do you think it's safe?" Carlos asked, eyeing the candy suspiciously.
"Probably not. Don't eat any." Mal said. She looked around the limo. It was rather spacious, even with the four of them in there. The seats were comfortable and black, and there were window all around them. She turned around to ask the driver how long it would take to get to Auradon, but the view through the front windshield made her scream. They were driving straight to the edge of the isle. "It's a trap!"
Evie turned to look, and the boys looked out the window behind them.
"We're gonna die!" Carlos screamed, launching himself at Jay. The four of them huddled close together and screamed, pausing uncertainly when they didn't feel the expected drop of driving off a cliff. Slowly, they opened their eyes and peered out the windows, amazed with the view.
They had passed through the barrier, and were now driving along a magic self-building bridge that looks like it's made of golden sand.
They gazed back at the Isle one last time, remembering the hunger, abuse, fear, and danger that made up their home. It was going to be much different in Auradon; they knew that much already. Despite their outward denial, somewhere deep inside each of them, was a hope that their lives would be better.
Something changed within them once they drove through the barrier. They weren't sure what, but they knew this was going to be one hell of an adventure.
