Encountering the Isle's Villains

Evie couldn't believe the sight before her. The tower of the most vile and feared villain was before of her. It stood proudly in all its cylindrical glory, seemingly knowing how well feared it was. Although moss developed between the gaps of multiple grey bricks the tower still managed to maintain its somewhat eerie look. However, what stood out the most for her was the design of the top. It distinctly resembled a King's crown, which now raised several question within Evie's mind. But one question was at the forefront.

"Mother, what are we doing here?"

"I'm here to regain Maleficent's trust because of that unfortunate… incident, you are here to show Maleficent your confidence since she resents the weak, and you will also have to befriend that little wretch of hers." the Queen replied rather boldly.

Befriend Maleficent's daughter, the same daughter that forbade her and her mother to the haunted forest? The same daughter that embarrassed them both before their party guest and made them look like fools? Evie was legitimately confused but knew not to question her mother's decisions. Although, the reply cleared up why they were her, many question still remained. In spite of this, Evie pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind not wanting to bring them up to her already distressed mother. As a result, she decided to stay close to her mother petrified of what may perhaps happen.

Stepping aside, the Evil Queen signaled Evie to open the door for her. When her mother walked in, Evie quietly closed the door; but upon twirling around her sight was filled with gloom. The room somehow remained dark although the sun was in the middle of the sky. The walls were surprisingly bland once given the fact that Mal was known for spraying walls. Yet while thinking about it the answer became perfectly clear.

"Genevieve, follow me, now!" her mother emphasized while continuing to climb the stairs.

A small sigh the escaped the princess's lips as she quickly followed her mother. Unsurprisingly the stairs were many, causing her feet to feel very uncomfortable within her boots. Yet she couldn't stop. Or she would have to deal with an angry mother. To prevent this she pulled out a small mirror from within her bag and checked her appearance thoroughly. Once deeming herself presentable enough her feet continued the slightly painful journey. Finally they reached the door. Her mother moved aside and briefly said:

"Genevieve, knock before you open the door," causing the adolescent instantly carried out.

"Come in!" a very commanding voice responded from behind the door.

As done countless times before, Evie opened the door allowing the Evil Queen to enter first. Afterwards the princess closed the door just as her brown eyes scanning the inhabited room. There stood in all her magnificent glory was the evilest of them all. Maleficent's horns stood like a crown resting on her head whereas her black and purple cape was accentuated by her deathly pale skin which made for a spine-chilling sight.

Then there was, as her mother had previously called her, Maleficent's wretch of a daughter. Nothing stood out about her, she was bland and dull, even the way in which she walked to stand beside her mother was boring. She clearly took no interest in the way she moved or looked, seeing as she wore no make-up and her hair resembled a purple frizzy rag lying on her head. The scene before her was appalling to Evie as she couldn't figure out why Maleficent would let her daughter leave home like that. The Evil Queen surely wouldn't.

Once she and her mother had walked towards Maleficent it permitted her to somewhat fully see the dimly lit room. Cruella De Vil, Jafar and their sons were now faintly seen in the room. However, since her mother never paid any excessive attention to them neither would she. Carlos, on the other hand, intrigued her since the day they had officially met at the party. At the party he was shy and only talked to people if they had spoken to him first. He and his mother were similarly dressed with him sporting a white and black spotted, fur hooded, jacket. His white shirt and pants almost resembled a one piece suit with his black combat boots complimenting the look.

A small smile appeared when she saw him, since he was a familiar sight. Nevertheless, the smile was viciously wiped from her face as she became fearful her mother would scold her once she saw it. Not to mention it would make her and her mother look weak before Maleficent and her guest. Looking towards the two closest adults she saw they were in a deep conversation, which meant they hadn't seen her. Also since the room was so poorly lit she was sure the others hadn't either.

All except one. The one who was now staring eerily at her. The one whose head was clearly turning with ways on blackmailing or humiliating her. Who other than Mal was to be the one who saw her small slip up? Yet, before she was able to facially retort, a light jab to her stomach stopped her. Having received these multiple times before Evie knew what it meant.

Placing her hands on her hips, the young princess raised her head, confidently challenging the most feared villain on the Isle. If not for her mother being there she wouldn't do this, the fact that Mal was as there as well brought even more wood to her fire. Maleficent's face turned from disinterested to briefly acknowledging Evie's confidence with a very noticeable smirk. With a wave of her hand Maleficent dismissed their offspring and called forth the adults.

At once they walked out the door and down the stairs where the teens split up. Mainly due to none of them knowing each other that well. Although Evie might have gone with Carlos, she had a more pressing matter at hand. To investigate the Haunted Forest.

The walk back to her castle was excruciatingly aching. So much so, that her feet felt as though they had swollen and were now pushing against her shoes. Still her curiosity overcame any feelings of pain on her body. With the pain firmly pushed to the back of her mind, she carried on until at last reaching her destination as the sun burned the right of her face.

Since the sun had begun its' process to set the trees were still and content with each other's presence. Walking across the dirt ground, the, should be dead, trees followed her every motion. Successfully ignoring them she continued on, since a specific place was set in her mind. In spite of this her destination was never reached as a result of very vulgar language being shouted at, most likely, a tree since no other inhabitants were in the forest.

Moving towards the direction of the noise she saw a teen being swung whilst upside down.

"Aye, put me down ye goon!" the brown haired boy angrily yelled.

The sight at hand was quite amusing, with the boy bearing an uncanny resemblance to fish on a hook. Yet, having been in this situation already, Evie felt a bit compelled to help the distressed boy.

"Could you put him down?"

Yet nothing happened and the boy still dangled there but was now completely aware of her presence. What had her mother done the last time?

"Put him down, Now!"

The tree dropped him at once with a loud thud, followed immediately by a yelp of pain. Evie's eyes stayed on him ready to command the tree to assist her if anything were to happen. The teenager had some trouble standing before he was finally able to steady himself. Turning around the adolescent held out his hand wanting to thank his helper. However, Evie just stared at the hand confused as to why he was doing this.

"Princesses do not shake commoners' hands," she replied with her head raised slightly.

"Naw princess yer wrong, am no commoner, ah'm a pirate." Causing the teen with the white ripped shirt to hold up his shiny silver hooked hand proving his point.