Disclaimer; Clearly I do not own any character that stems from the Descendant. The original characters will make an appearance don't worry but I wanted to start setting the world I have in my head for these few character that will become very important to the progression of the story.

Also note that English is not my first language neither is it my main one, even if I'm fluent. If you can share tips for the common mistakes I make please feel free to share them with me.

Now let's jump into the story, in hope that you like it.

It was their first class of the day and of the year. And obviously every villain kid had remedial goodness class to take as a mandatory class. The professor was not there yet and Hameela was already bored. She had been happy to get far away from her father Hades. She had alway's been his favourite but she had always felt so different from him. Like she was not like him. She didn't even look like him, where he was blond with dark eyes she had a fiery-red and luscious mane of hair. She was also had a paler complexion than him and the greenest of eyes. They were natural, no magic there. Not like she could have practised any magic on the isle. But they were just like a luscious forest that you could get lost in. "Welcome tho this year remedial goodness class. My name is Aaron and I'll be your teacher this year. And no you can't call me handsome!" She had been doodling in her binder when the voice of the professor had broken the constant chatter of her classmate. Her head snapped to attention and she finally realizes someone had sat next to her. Harry hook the son of Captain Hook. That was a strange reaction from the pirate. She had never formally met him and she had only heard of him. She could hardly imagine him wanting to discuss with the demigods. Maybe only to try to prove that he was stronger than her. Her eyes wandered on their professor and finally she understood that he had tried to make a joke and not even one student and laugh. "Wow through the crowd. Well, I guessed it wasn't a funny joke." She smiled. He was strangely relaxing while in the presence of so many villain kids. And so many of them were the children of fairies, evil witch and wizard and in the case of her and her brother, Harsen, gods.

This man was completely unphased by the fact that he was still not getting anything from his class. If he was nervous, she couldn't sense it in him. He was relaxed and she was starting to be really intriguing about this man. "So let's start. This year the curriculum has been changed to be adapted to a larger classroom but we will first begin with a philosophical discussion on Nature and nature." She rolled her eyes. Just the title told Hameela what this conversation was going. You are the children of villains by definition you are villains. She had heard that speech since she was a toddler. The seventeen years old was still sceptical of the theory. But she swore to Zeus if this man was going to tell her that she didn't respond of herself. She would kill him just to prove his point, maybe just to spite him, that was a lot of what she had been known for on the isle, she would do something either to spite them or to prove a point. But she had always seen herself has different from the other children, people like Hook who were maniacal and being bully just because they could. And yes she truly believes that the pirate next to her was trying to prove that he was exactly like his father! Maybe even more villainous. "Does anyone know the theory?" Another long silence, none of them wanted to speak that much was clear. Maybe they were not just interested or maybe they just wanted to tell their professor off. Hameela just want to tell him how much of a captain obvious he was being. Of course they knew what it meant. It didn't take that much to understand the simple phrase. "Oh and we are going to sit in uncomfortable silence until one of you finally decided to participate so you … now take your time … well if you take too much time I might have to fail you guys but no pressure." She had to smile, this man had balls. He didn't how some of them would keep their silence just to piss him off. But she had to take pity on him, he was trying so maybe she could just go along to see which theory he espoused.

And after a final look at her classmates she lifted her hand to break the awkward silence and she could see she made him smile. He was nervous she suddenly realized, he was just good at hiding it. When they had arrived, she had seen a lot of faces and not a lot of them could hide the anxiety at seeing this much villain kids arriving in their school. She could respect him for not showing it. "There you are. Yes, you. Can you tell me your name first?" He pointed at her, he was not asking who her parents were, but who she was. What was her name? She arched an eyebrow a bit surprised but she took it in stride as a sign that maybe he wanted to put the emphasis on something else. "I'm Hameela. And the theory of Nature and Nurture is in itself a debate between philosopher who either believe that who you are born to is more important than how you are raised while the other side believes that how you are raised is more important than genetics." She saw a few students looking at her like they were pissed that she had broken the silence. But Hameela was not scared, she was literally the daughter of the god of the underworld, she was a demigod, more powerful than your average fairy and witch. Untrained yes, but more powerful and here her magic was free to roam. So she just sent them the same exact look to make them shudder a bit and return her attention to the professor, while she kept on doodling in her binder.

"Congratulations Hameela. You are perfectly right. The debate has been transferred to a psychologist nowadays but you are right it all started with the philosophers. One side believing that your behaviour is determined by your genetic and therefore you cannot beat it and the other side believes that it is how you are raised that will determine how you act." She was waiting for him to tell her what he truly believes but he was not. She was a bit annoyed by that fact and she was become impatient but another student did beat her to the punch of this sad story with this theory. A somebody that did surprise her a lot. "That is idiotic because it would mean that either way children on the isle are lost causes … either our genetic is screwed or are parents screwed us either way we had no external factor." Well, she would be damned, pirate boy was not just a crazy asshole after all. He had a brain behind it all. She had to give him props on surprising her. The professor, on the other hand, had one question for the pirate. "And your name his?" What was it with this obsession over names? She really believed that there was something to it, she just couldn't put her hands on it.

The boy next to her was getting cocky that was clear, she could feel his sense of self getting a very big boost. Oh the blue-eyed kid next to her was about to give that poor man his full name, trying to put fear in this man probably. "Harry, Harry Hook." She tried not to giggle but it was too hard, she had predicted it, he would give his full name. That kid had the ego of a hippopotamus. And if she laughed at his stupid joke, she knew he would take it as her being a fan of him. Which she was not. She had seen what he could do, she had seen him scare and beat others on the island and she was still not impressed at him. "Now Harry you are partially right but if you think of the nurture theory it can be approached different ways. Yes, your parents raised you, but wouldn't you say that a group of peers can influence your action." Her heat snapped back to attention. Now this was something she was not expecting. She was now interested in this conversation. She saw a few of her classmates nod in agreement. Yes, on the isle it was often more important whom your close friend were than your parents. Most of the time the only loyalty that existed was to those you would trust with your life.

Seeing so many nodding in agreement kept the professor talking, and now she started to see where he was leading this discussion. Neither really matters and both matters. "And if somebody did something you believed is wrong against one of those friends would you react." Everyone could answer this question. In most cases they only had loyalty towards their very close friends. Hook for his idiot of a friend Gil. Her brother Harsen, to this weird kid … what was his name again … she wasn't sure. Anywho not important. Most of them had one or two friends they would do anything for. "For some yes." Harry was right. Toward some people there was some loyalty. She had alway's been too much of a loner to actually have friends, alway's lost in her doodle and her writing to care about people. "So you have a loyalty towards your friend. Is it something your parents taught you or did you learn it with your friend?" No parents on the isle would teach loyalty, they were all wrapped up in their personal vendetta and anger at being stuck here. They were mostly two-faced and didn't care much about their own children so no not from mommy and daddy, dearest. There was a silence but most students just nodded in agreement with the second statement. "So you wouldn't say your father or your mother taught you loyalty towards your friend." Now that was laughable. And most of the class snickered at the mere thought of that.

"Hell no. Hum sorry I'm Harsen, but loyalty is not in our parent's DNA." Hameela turn around to look at her brother in surprise. She had forgotten that he was in this class. It was easy to see why. He had alway's been strange on the isle. He was the version of the nerd that the isle had. Easy to pick on and easy to forget. She on the other end was a loner but she was rarely forgotten. She just preferred to be by herself. "So you are by definition going against nature following this theory but also nurture." OK he was really going there. He was going to tell them that none of these theories ever made full sense. Like it had never made sense to her. Could he be the first adult she mildly respected here in Auradon? "See the way I see the Nature and Nurture theory is that it never fit completely, a person that is viewed as good in Auradon could turn bad because of multiple reason, just as one of the isles could actually be the best person in the world. It is not because you make a mistake that you are automatically evil. There are certain traits that are genetic, like a psychopath or sociopaths, and other personality and behaviour issues but because you have a bigger chance of having it doesn't mean you're it." Well, wasn't that man full of surprise. She now knew exactly where he was going. It was all in the choice they would make. They had one year to prove they could be reformed. And she didn't know if she cared enough about it. "Are you trying to tell us that we are not evil just because we are from the Isle?" She didn't recognize the voice but she rolled her eyes at it.

"No, I'm saying your choice will determine who you end up being so you have to stop listening to people saying that because your parent are A, B or C you are predetermined to be someone else! If you end up back on the isle because you have failed this class, you are only to blame because everyone of you has the potential to be good. Just as much as my fellow Auradon citizen has the potential to become evil. It all depends on our choice." What is why he was focus on their name and less on who their parents were. That did actually make a lot of sense to her. If their decision were more important than for some of the time was running out. They had years of bad behaviour behind them and only one year to prove they were not that bad behaviour. She'd better get started herself. Well, she didn't know if she wanted too in the first place. "I have a question." She had spoken before she had decided to ask the question. This entire discussion was unleashing her interest and that never happened she was alway's somewhat bored at life. "Yes Hameela." She felt a lot of eyes directly on her and she simply ignored them to focus herself on the professor and the question. But before she just looked around quickly and she could see her question in the eyes of many … even hook. Could he be wondering too? "Wouldn't those of us that are older, have less chance?" There was a murmur of agreement in the class.

The sudden murmur didn't face this man at all he stayed stone face with a warm smile before answering. "No because you can make the choice today as we are talking that you will not fall on that path. That doesn't mean you won't make mistakes that you won't make action that could be seen as evil but you decide to take ownership of each and every action." There was a sudden silence while everyone was pondering the answer. The original VK's had made them less than a year ago. Everyone had seen it and heard of it when they decided they didn't need to be a villain or bad. Suddenly the entire class was wondering if it was that easy. Certainly it couldn't. "So your homework due next week will be one page on the subject of today's class. You will be given each a scenario and you have to establish how today's discussion would influence your choices." A general groan of disgust was heard from the class. There was the catch. They had to do some homework, they would be evaluated on what their answer was. Certainly this would be interesting, but what he would do with this was even more interesting. And with that he started to pass out the subject and explanation for their homework. She went back to her doodles until a sheet was pushed in front of her. She raised her head and saw Hook looking at her drawings and the professor that kept on passing papers. She closes her binder swiftly and focused on the homework for five minutes.

He was absolutely lost, he had no clue where he was and class was about to be late for his first biology class. Not that he actually cared but he didn't want to get sent back to the isle because he was late for class. Let him be sent for actually being a villain and not for being late. He had tried asking for help but most people would ignore him were lost or simply too busy to help him. He finally saw another person and without basically putting himself in front of the girl he was able to attract her attention. "Hum would you know where biology with Mr. Wilde is?" He looked at her for a few second and he was pleased by her and her appearance. She was a beautiful woman, nothing like the ones on the island. Let just say that people on the isle didn't have the luxury of Auradon that was for sure but the woman didn't really care either. "Oh you have Mr. Wilde, me too. I can bring you to class." The brunette asked her question but it was the way she asked it that confused him. It was not a question, it was said in a matter of fact way. Suddenly she presented her hand to present herself. "Pardon my impoliteness, I'm Audrey, Aurora's daughter?"

She had so quickly presented herself that Gil had to shake her hand first before he could answer her. "Aurora?" Was it a custom to present yourself by mentioning who your parent was here? On the isle nobody really care because children would wear something that would identify them as their parents kid. May it be a colour that was a classic look or a piece of clothing or accessories. Like Harry and his hook, Mal and her mother classic green eye and purple colour, Uma's seashell and so on. For Gil it was his look, he looked so much like his father, with his muscular built and his own stupidity it was laughable. Yeah there was no argument that Gaston was not the most intelligent men on earth, most people would say the same about his son too. Even though some people would say that Gil was not stupid and that he was even more intelligent than the norm. The teenager didn't believe it one bit. But yet being called an idiot twenty-four, seven could do that to you. "Sleeping beauty." Gil was surprised back to reality. Wait he had gone into his own thought and completely forgotten the princess in front of him. Yeah there was no doubt that sleeping Beauty's daughter was a princess out here. "Oh… I'm Gil… Hum… Gaston's son." Not that he was shy about who his father was, even if there was no love lost between the father and his eldest son. A son who had packed up his shit at the age of twelve and had been living on his own since then. But the shame was more than that it didn't sound right to say that man was a father. Not that any parent was really parents on the isle. "Oh…" The teenager lifted his eyes to see some discomfort in the eyes of the princess. Of course.

"Is that a problem? If who my father is posing a problem we don't need to talk, you can even just tell me where the class is and I'll try to find it on my own." He had immediately proposed that not interested to walk with someone who was clearly in a state of discomfort just by whom his father was. He had never felt like the sin of his father was his own before now. Weird how a land of Goody-two-shoes could me you feel like you had to own up to your parents own sin and couldn't be your own self, could it? Like he had to pay because his father had tried to kill what he believes was a beast and a bad man by definition. The princess seemed to come back to reality too and all discomfort disappears from her eyes. "No, no worries, I'm sorry, sometime I guess I'm still a little too cautious of difference. Of course I'll bring you to class." Not sure how he was to take that answer he just shrugs while she hooked her arm around his. Huh … that was weird, right? People were weird, but even if he felt any discomfort at this behaviour he didn't talk about that. "Thank you very much. If it reassures you, I'm really not a bad person once you get to know me. A little stupid but..." She immediately interrupted him surprised by how the teenager would describe himself. "Stupid?" he could hear doubt in her voice. He never thought that maybe people here wouldn't believe what his father said either. He always thought that only friend like Harry for example would see him not for his own stupidity.

He nodded his head before answering. "Yeah, apparently I'm stupid, I'm too slow to survive." He was not the brightest bulb, on the isle he was able to pass class but only with the help of a lot of people. Anyway that was what it looked like to him. He had always had a lot of help, even when he was getting grades higher than his own personal tutors. This is what was really weird and the teenager didn't see that. "According to whom?" He looked at her like she was from mars. This princess was asking a lot of questions and she didn't seem convinced whatsoever. "My father. Primarily … but everyone." Her eyebrows were raised in a question that she was about to ask. She was still not convinced and he didn't know what else to say. Wasn't it the clear definition of being stupid? "You don't look stupid. Why would he say that?" he cocked his head to the side clearly not sure how to respond to this question. He didn't look stupid, but wasn't what his father said he looked like? Wait is there a clear look of someone stupid? "Hum… I'm a bit of an airhead, … I guess."

She still didn't look convinced and it was a nightmare for him, he didn't know what to say to prove he was stupid, to show, but why would he want to prove his father right. This was also confusing for him. He had left home so early, yet he still wanted to prove that human being right. "I'm not convinced. Let's wait until you are in class. And Biology is one of my strong subjects if you struggle maybe I can help you out so you can prove to your father that you are not what he says." That was such a weird offer that he simply didn't know what to tell her. Did she really want to waste her time with him? But she seemed so genuine with her offer that it was strange for him. He didn't expect to meet someone who was genuinely nice to him and didn't immediately ask for something in return. This was clearly not the isle. "You Sure?" She simply nodded her head. "Thanks…" he wasn't sure what to have and they had arrived in front of a door that was their biology class. Wow, time did fly by when you were in an interesting conversation. No need to beat someone up that was a first. Audrey quickly unhooked her arm from his and went to sit with one of her friends who had already been signalling her and Gil was left to go sit with his friend Harry. When he did pass the young princess, she did smile to him which was weird in and of itself. Had he made his first friend in Auradon?

This homework was bullshit, that entire class was bullshit but he had to play the role, he had to make this little idiot believe that he was a reformed villain. Maybe most of his class had not done their research but has soon had he had been able to get his hand on a computer he had researched each and everyone of them. Son of Ariel huh … oh this one would be easy to fool let's just look at him. He would be eating at the palm of his hand in no time. He was playing the long game and not racing into it. There was a lot research and preparation going into his plan and he was in no rush to get the wand he was going to put mayhem into Auradon Prep. He had found the first way to hide his research online and had found something called the darkness. That was surprising for Auradon but he had found spells in no time, spells and potions. But not what he was actually looking for. Even when doing illegal things Auradon was still too much of a goody two shoes.

He would keep on researching and would find the perfect spell that would bring mayhem and blood to this shit hole. And then everyone would remember who he was, he would have his own legacy in this world. His own family would never forget his existence ever again. He just had to work some more on it, be patient. It was a good thing that he was more patient than any other Vilain he had ever met. He was looking at his classmate with disdain while exiting the class. Not that anyone had noticed him anyway.