Prince Benjamin Florian, Ben is what he liked to be called, looked out the window, starring with a sigh as he gazed upon the Isle of the Lost once again as he stood on a raised platform. The son of King Beast and Queen Belle couldn't help but have pity in his heart for those stuck on that dreaded island. It wasn't fair to punish the children of their enemies, or at least Ben didn't think so.
As the tailor took his measurements for everything, Ben was only half-listening, so lost in thought like his mother could get sometimes. Mumbling more to himself then his companion in the room. Once again, he looked up and out the window of his bedroom, looking over at the island and how the sunlight glinted off the magical barrier that contained them. Suddenly his concentration was broken by the door opening and in walked his parents and best friend, the King and Queen of Auridon and the future guardian of this land; Galinda the good witch.
"How is it possible that you're going to be crowned king next month?" Beast asked looking at his handsome son, feeling old. His son was becoming a man and being crowned just next month. "You're just a baby!" He teased lightly.
"Don't say that! I'm the same age as him and about to take over, make me nervous." Galinda said, clutching a tan hand to her heart.
Ben might have been attracted to Galinda if they hadn't become like brother and sister. She was pretty, kind, and knew how hard it was to live up to your parents. He knew both out families would've liked that but they'd grown close as friends to think of each other in that way. Her tan hand pulled some strands of her long white, wavy hair out of her face. Her sky-blue eyes looked at me and she winked, showing me she was teasing.
"He's turning sixteen, dear." Belle chastised lightly as a reminder. Her baby boy wasn't a boy anymore, he was becoming a man, and a fine one at that. At least they hoped.
"Hey, pops." Ben greeted his parents with a half-smile as his mother tidied up the room a little bit, grabbing a lose article of clothing he had thrown about earlier. "How's it going Galinda?"
"Good, just wanted to let you know Audrey was looking for you Benny Boo." She made a gagging motion with her hand where Ben's parents couldn't see. Galinda hung out with Audrey for Ben's sake but she never really cared for her.
"Sixteen? That's far too young to be crowned king or take over guarding the northern territory." Beast exclaimed as though he could not believe it, as he took off his glasses. "I didn't make a good decision until I was at least forty-two." He claimed to his son and the girl he cared for as if she was his own daughter, more so then to his wife or the tailor.
Belle just gave her husband a deadpan look. One that meant he should really rethink what he just said. "Uh, you decided to marry me at twenty-eight." She said, reminding her husband once again.
"Ah, it was either you or a teapot." Beast joked, winking at Ben and Galinda. As the youngers laughed, Belle smacked his arm lightly on the shoulder and she gave him a short look. "Kidding." He smiled and turned back to his son.
Ben waited a moment and breathed in and out before speaking to his parents. "Mom, dad, Galinda..." He started, trying to step down from the platform but the tailor stopped him. "I've chosen my first official proclamation." Pride swelled on to their faces and Ben hoped they would be just as proud when he actually said it. "I've decided that the children on the isle of the lost be given a chance to live here in Auridon." Suddenly everything went deathly quiet. His mother dropped the article of clothing in her hand's, Galinda suddenly looked like she wanted to hurl, they looked shocked to their very bones. Even the tailor stopped what he was doing and looked up to the Prince because of the lunacy he was spilling. "Every time look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned." He explained further, trying to get his point across to them.
"The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?" The Beast pressed his son, hoping to the high fairies they had all heard wrong.
"We start out with a few at first, only the ones who need our help the most." Ben went on, not deterring from the course he had set for himself. "I've already chosen them." He stated, showing how serious he was about this.
His parents shared a look and the Beast sighed, "Have you?" He questioned sternly, trying not to sound as strained as he felt.
"Common your highness, give him a chance." Galinda said, calling him by his title when she most wanted to show her respect. She smiled at Ben, showing she'd try to support him.
Belle, forever the keen optimist, had something different to say. "I gave you a second chance." She reminded the Beast, taking him by the arm, and then looked to Ben, trying to feel supportive of what he was doing. Obviously, this was important to him, but she was still airing on the side of caution. "Who are their parents?" She wondered.
Ben looked a bit more hopeful at his mother's and best friend's words and gave a small smile as he stepped down. "Cruella De Vil, Jafar, the Evil Queen, the Wicked Witch of the West and Maleficent." Everyone went into such a state of shock, the tailor shrieked out and quickly left, only bowing once he nearly got out of the room. He knew that the names of the Wicked Witch and Maleficent would cause strong reactions- after all they were the two most evil beings in the land and his best friend's mother's sworn enemy.
"Maleficent!" The Beast roared, more animal then human at the moment and Ben fought back a flinch. "She and the Wicked Witch are the worst villains in the land!" He snarled out angrily. Just thinking about them got his blood boiling mad.
"Dad, just hear me out here!" Ben tried, but was swiftly cut off.
"I won't hear of it." He shook his head at him. All of them were guilty of unspeakable crimes, but those two were by the far most guilty- especially Maleficent. "They are guilty of unspeakable crimes." The King snapped and other various servants left the room to give the family some space.
"Dad, their children are innocent." Ben claimed stronger than before. Children should not be blamed for the sins of their parents, but that is what they had been doing. They had been blaming innocent children based on what their parents had done to them. How was that fair? "Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad?" He pleaded.
For a moment the Beast looked to his wife, her warm brown eyes penetrating him, and then he looked out the island then just sighed. "I suppose their children are innocent." He relented, having a bad feeling about this. But if his son was passionate about this project of his, why should he not support it? After all Ben could turn out to be right.
Ben let go a silent sigh of relief. His father would let him go through with his plan. He felt a swell of pride and happiness wash over him like tidal waves, and it felt amazing, at least until he looked at his friend's worried expression. He knew that Galinda wouldn't like The Wicked Witch of the west's daughter but he felt strongly about this. The Beast turned to leave, still a little bothered by this plan of his son's, but what's done is done.
Belle walked up and adjusted the collar to her son's shirt and patted him on the chest. "Well, well done." His mother smiled warmly to her son then walked over to her husband, taking up his arm. "Shall we?" She asked and the two left him arm-in-arm.
Once they were gone, the young Prince, soon to be King, let out an audible sigh. Looking out to the clear day, he watched the island for a moment then looked down to the gold ring on his finger that took the Beast's form.
Once they were gone, the young Prince, soon to be King, let out an audible sigh. Looking out to the clear day, he watched the island for a moment then looked down to the gold ring on his finger that took the Beast's form.
"Ben, I don't think you know what you're doing." Galinda warned.
"Galinda, I know you're worried but the Wicked Witch of the West's daughter-"
"Is wicked Ben." Galinda Stated, walking up to him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "A wicked witched destined to be my sworn enemy as her mother was mine's."
"She could be good-"
"NO, she can't Ben." She said sternly, making him step back from her. She never talked to him like that before, and it caught him by true surprise. Seeing his wide eyes, the young witch sighed. "Ben, for there to be a balance in the world, there has to be two good witches and two evil witches. It's the natural balance of things. That means that if she were to turn out good, either myself or my cousin would have to take her place." She explained.
Ben's eyes widened even further. "What?"
"So either you're bringing in an evil witch-"
"Or there's already an evil witch living among us." Ben finished and she nodded, looking a bit grave.
Ben knew his friend wasn't evil and Galinda's cousin Nymphadora always seemed nice but he couldn't just assume this other girl was wicked. "Maybe the natural balance can be changed" He said hopefully.
Galinda sighed again, she could tell this was really important to him so she'd give it a chance, if only so they could prove to Auridon they could fill their parent's shoes. "Maybe."
He sure hoped he knew what he was doing. Because having children of some of the most notorious villains in the land of Auridon, what could go wrong?
-Rotten-To-The-Core-
The Isle of the Lost was a dark and shallow, opposite of wanderlust, place that housed the villains and sidekicks, and their spawn, or offspring if you were feeling nice. All the interesting people in someone's opinion. On the island, it housed some of the most dangerous villains of all times, but there were only a few that were truly notable; Maleficent, the Wicked Witch of the West, the Evil Queen, Jafar and Cruella De Vil.
The purple haired sixteen-year-old daughter of Maleficent, Mal, spray painted her mother's long "Long Live Evil" sign on a wall with a wide smirk. She was the leader of this vagabond group she had formed long ago with the four other notable villain children. Once she was completely satisfied with what she had done, she whipped around with an evil and conniving smirk and then began to sing.
"They say I'm trouble, they say I'm bad." Mal began as she walked over, strutting more or less down the wet paths of her home. "They say I'm evil and that that makes me glad." She pushed through a pair of boys, purposely bumping into them as if to emphasize her willing to do evil.
"A dirty no good, down to the bone." Jafar's son, Jay, sang as he slid down a ladder past his own father's "Long Live Evil" tag. "Your worst nightmare, can't take me home." He smirked wildly.
"They say I'm wicked all the way through, just like my mother? What can I do?" Jezebel, the pale green skinned daughter of the Wicked Witch of the West sang with a wide smirk and laughter as she ran down the alleyway to meet up with her godsister, Mal. Various people avoided getting in her way, not wanting to get in the path of the young green witch. She never minded being green, her mother had just said to own it and avoid anything but dark colors and the color green and she would be find. "I'm a malicious girl, and that's who I am! I was born this way baby and I'm proud of it!"
"So, I got some mischief, in my blood." Evie, the blue haired daughter of the Evil Queen, strutted across an outside table where people eating. Various shouts and complaints were passed her way as people moved their plates from the table so their food wouldn't get smashed. "Can you blame me?" She continued with a coy smile as she dropped down and crawled through the railing, "I never got no love."
Carlos, the youngest of the pack, and the son of Cruella De Vil, climbed out the window of a second story building. "They think I'm callous, a lowlife hood." He ripped a red rag away from a man that was cleaning it. "I feel so useless." He sang, snatching an apple from a little girl that passed him. The son of De Vil then took a vicious bight from the candy red apple and then tossed is back over his shoulder to the girl.
"Misunderstood!" They all sang loudly together as they converged to one spot.
Mal, Jezebel and Evie sang in unison as they met up in an alleyway, while Jay was up above them walking on a tightrope like beam. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all?" The girls sang as they sashayed down the dank alleyway while Carlos jumped on beds of the homeless to meet up with them quickly. "Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world!" The trio continued as they all met up at a closed fence.
"I'm rotten to the core, rotten to the core!" They group of five pushed open the fence and then ran through the market place, causing general mayhem. People tried to move out of their way, but those who were not fastest enough got a taste of their wicked ways. Jezebel continued to sing with the others as she pushed a man into a tub of water with an evil laugh, drenching him. "I'm rotten to the core, who could ask for more? I'm nothing like a kid next door!" No, they were most certainly not.
They all picked up drummer like sticks and began banging while they continued to sing their lungs out. "I'm rotten to the core, I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the core!" They all laughed as one as they came down a piped hallway and continued to drum together and ran through it fast.
"Call me a schemer, call me a freak." Mal continued to sing once they got out of the tunnel system. Her smile was wide as she picked up a purple spray can and painted and "M" on tarp without even bothering to look. "How can you say that?" She wondered as she pushed back the tarp to reveal a man in a soapy tub with his pajamas on. He looked rather confused by what was happening as he stopped scrubbing himself. "I'm just unique!"
Jay jumped off the top of a tarp roof of a business and landed in front of two people having tea, or attempting to at the very least. "What, me a traitor? Ain´t got your back?" He mused to them with a half-smile as picked up the teapot and pretending to pour some tea in their cups. "Are we not friends?" Jay suddenly grinned widely and jumped over the table, landing perfectly on the other side with their teapot. "What´s up with that?" He rubbed the bronze teapot once, but nothing happened, so with a shrug he threw the rag away and ran from the men, ignoring their yells for him to get back there.
"Say I'm a witch? Say I have no heart?" Jezebel mused as she ducked through the market. Then she came across a group of boys who watched her a moment. With a wicked heart, she leaned forward and traced her green finger across one of the boy's jawline and he shuttered as she got a little closer as if to kiss him. For all that she was, unattractive was not one of them, even with the green skin she was beautiful. "Say what you want love, but I'm a breed apart!" She smirked and pushed him away, into his friends, causing them to all fall down.
Evie moved through the awning cloth of one of the many clothing venders on the island. "So, I´m a misfit? So, I´m a flirt? I broke your heart." She sang as she pulled the scarf around the vendors neck, causing him to spin around. "I made you hurt." The young vendor man starred at Evie with a slightly starry-eyed look as she disappeared from sight behind the cloth he sold.
"The past is past. Forgive, forget." Carlos belted out as he walked across stands, kicking a basket of multi-colored apples when he came across them. "The truth is," He dropped the empty weave basket on to some poor girl's head then jumped down from the table and hitched a ride in a buggy. The woman who sold the apples just looked furious and helpless as the rebel child got away with what he had done.
"You ain´t seen nothing yet!" The five yelled, and Carlos threw some straw at the older woman without any real care.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all?" The female trio sang from up above on a balcony of a barn like warehouse, while Carlos hopped off his ride and pulled a thick rope connected to a beam and Jay swung from the moving beam with a loud boisterous laugh. "Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world!"
"Come on!" Carlos yelled out to his friends as they all ran out into the open town square, joining various others on this sunshine, cloudy, day.
"I'm rotten to the core, rotten to the core." The five danced in the center of town, others joining in as though they were compelled to do so. "I'm rotten to the core, who could ask for more? I'm nothing like a kid next like the kid next door! I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the… I'm rotten to the core!" The five finished with loud laughter as their temporary minions scurried away from them fast. Even among the Isle of the Lost children, they were considered the worst of the worst.
Mal, strong willed and natural born to it, was the leader of the pack, while Jezebel was her loyal second, while Evie was the brains, even if she didn't act like it, Jay was the muscle and Carlos was their trickster. All of them though, just loved being wicked.
As a mother passed, pulling her baby in a little wagon, Mal snatched up the lollipop causing the little annoyance to cry loudly. The sneering laughter of the group was loud when Mal held it up proud with an evil smirk. Suddenly though all the laughter stopped and turned into panic screaming and darting away quickly, a tell tail sign one of the big villains was here. Mal let out a groan and turned around.
Two of Maleficent's henchmen were standing there, looking imposing and mean to some, but not to the rotten five. "Hi mom." Mal greeted her mother as Maleficent pushed past her brutish minions without a care in the world. With her scepter in hand, she tsked at her daughter.
"Stealing candy, Mal?" She raised a dramatic eyebrow. "I'm so disappointed." She chastised her daughter.
"It was from a baby." Mal said with a hopeful tone, holding out the lollipop for her mother to see. The evil fairy's face changed into a shark biting smirk of approval.
"That´s my nasty little girl." She crooned out. Mal gave her the lollipop, which Maleficent proceeded to spit upon and then put it under her armpit for a moment. Jezebel's face scrunched up with a smirk at the sight of her godmother doing evil. "Give it back to the dreadful creature." Maleficent ordered, handing it over to one of her henchman.
"Mom..." Mal sighed, sounding more like a whiny teenager then she actually meant to be.
"It's the deeds, Mal, that make the difference between mean and truly evil." Maleficent reminded her daughter as she waved past the mother and the dreadful child. "When I was your age, I was cursing entire kingdoms." She continued, not really noticing that Mal and Jezebel mouthed the last part with her. The girls had heard this story a dozen times, along with how Jezebel's own mother had terrorized an entire land. "You two, walk with me." She pointed to her daughter and the girl was like her daughter. The three of them scurried a little bit a-ways away from the other four, but still were in ear shot. "See, your aunt and I are just, just trying to teach you two the thing that really counts; how to be us."
"We know that." Jezebel knew her mother and godmother were trying to instill their wicked values within them. For the most part it was sticking, although sometimes Jezebel felt more like a disappointment to her family.
"And we'll do better." Mal added as their friends looked to the ground for a moment. They all knew how it felt to be a disappointment in the eyes of a loved one. They all tried so hard to please them, yet sometimes it didn't seem to be enough.
"Oh! There's news!" Maleficent sang out dramatically to the five children. She shifted around to face them all, her cape whipping in the wind, as Mal and Jezebel went back to stand with their only friends. "I buried the lead. You four have been chosen to go to a different school in Auridon." At the news, Jezebel, Carlos, Jay and Evie all tried to run away, only to be caught easily by Maleficent's minions.
"What?" Mal screeched to her mother. She had to be kidding with them, she just had to be. But by the serious look on her mother's face she was not kidding. Oh fairy. "I'm not going to some boarding school filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses!" She yelled to her. Just thinking about it made her sick to her stomach.
"And perfect princes." Evie sighed out dreamily, but it quickly turned to disgust when she caught sight of the looks Mal and Jezebel were throwing at her. "Ewe." She gagged out in fake disgust.
"Plus, all that kindness and self-righteousness would suffocate me." Jezebel shuttered at the very thought as Jay stepped a little closer to her. And the starring. The starring here she learned to deal with, but people at Auridon pointing at her because she was green? No thank you.
"Yeah, and I don't do uniforms." Jay added in his own explanation on why he most certainly was not going to go this land of holy good. "Unless It's leather. You feel me?" He said a bit more playfully and was about to high five Carlos. The youngest of the group though just looked terrified.
Carlos was turned a rapid pale shade, and perhaps even a bit green, like he was going to be sick. "I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auridon." He explained tightly, as he walked up behind Mal, cowering a little bit. "Mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave." With a smirk Jay slid up behind his younger best friend and barked loudly in his ear, causing him to jump high in pure fright.
Rolling dark eyes, Jezebel thwacked Jay on his ab riddled stomach in Carlos' defense. The kleptomaniac groaned a little in pain as Jezebel smiled wickedly. "Sorry godmother, but there is no way in Oz I'm going to that school."
"Yeah, mom, we're not going." Mal stated firmly, speaking for them all, knowing they that the five of them were on the same page.
"Oh, you're thinking small, pumpkins. It's all about world domination." The former tyrant flourished her cape once more and began walking away. "Knuckleheads!" She yelled out to her minions, and like good dopes they were, they followed her truly. "Mal, Jezebel!" Maleficent sang to them.
For a moment the teenagers just stood there, shocked completely as they looked to one another, before darting after Maleficent. Well this day was just getting better and better, and that was meant in the most sarcastic way possible.
AN: So this is the new story RedAshRose and I are cranking out. We are not abandoning are other stories, I swear. Please check them out sometime. Tell us what you think please :) Also disclaimor: neither of own Descendants or it's character. I however do own Jezebel and RedAshRose owns her character, Galinda (and yes we payed a homage to Wicked). Once again tell us your opinions :)
