Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter of "Life Inside the Castle." It really means so much to me! Now, here you go. This is the second chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's Descendants or its characters, just the plot.
Chapter 2: Banished
Evie's POV:
I couldn't move or speak. I was frozen where I was standing, and I knew I was on the verge of tears. Villains never cry, I told myself, but I didn't care anymore. As I buried myself into my mother's dress, tears starting to flow. My makeup was probably all smudged, but that did not matter to me.
Maleficent saw this act of weakness. "Your daughter will never be a true villain. She just turned six and has gone soft already," she sneered. She then turned to her daughter and explained, "Never behave this way. She's not a villain. She is just a weak princess who can't hold back her tears."
That's where I drew the line. I came out of "hiding" and I hurled myself toward Mal, throwing her to the ground. This surprised her, since the action was done by a "weak princess who can't hold back her tears." Our parents just stood and watched us wrestle, since Maleficent knew (or thought) Mal could easily beat me in a fight, and my mother was just in shock.
"Get off of me NOW!" Mal shouted in my ear. I was practically deaf for a few moments.
"Never!" I shouted back. "You know, telling your mommy you weren't invited to a party is pretty weak if you ask me," I yelled in her face. This only added fuel to the fire.
"You did NOT just say that to ME," she said coldly. Just as Mal was about to take a swing at my face, I saw a boy come over and pry her off of me. He then took one swift punch and knocked her down. Her nose was bleeding a little. I was shocked when I saw who it was. Jay, the son of Jafar.
"You owe me for that one," he said smirking.
"I could've handled it myself perfectly fine," I snapped.
"I'm not so sure about that," he responded.
"Why did you help me? Villains don't care about anyone other than themselves," I questioned.
"Because I sort of like you," he said, looking away.
Just when I was about to respond, Maleficent picked me up and practically threw me towards my mother. I screamed, not wanting to be hit. If there's one person I fear, it's Maleficent.
"What did you and your 'friend' do to my daughter?!" she asked with fury in her voice, demanding an instant answer.
"First of all, he is NOT my friend," I told her sharply, making eye contact. "And second of all, we took her down. She's pretty weak if you ask me," I responded.
"You're the weak one, little girl," she snapped. "You needed Jafar's son to beat my daughter. But that isn't my main concern, You excluded my daughter from your 'festivities', and for that, you two will be severely punished," she said with triumph in her voice, feeling she defeated us.
"Y-you're not going to kill us, right?" I asked with fear in my voice. I was lucky I could speak those seven words. I looked up at my mother, but she didn't notice. She had the coldest expression that I have ever seen on her face, eyes locked on Maleficent.
The Mistress of Evil thought for a moment before responding, "No, I am not going to kill you. This punishment will be even worse than death. I'm banishing you. BOTH of you," having that said, she cackled in triumph. I had no clue what "banishing" meant, so I just followed my mother solemnly when Maleficent demanded that we were to go home and not stop anywhere on the way. She told us not to leave until we were instructed to.
Little did I know that I wasn't going to leave my castle for a decade.
Thank you to everyone who is reading. I have ideas for the third chapter, so expect that soon. Please review this story with any suggestions or questions. This is my first fanfiction, so I'll take all constructive criticism and apply it to my writing.