Young descendants- there is a huge storm and they can't get home so they find a place to hide. They stay together and learn more about each other.
It was raining, well not just raining more like storming like an evil bitch. And eight year old Evie just happened to be on the middle of the street with no possible way to get to her house in safety.
She wasn't scared, oh no she wasn't scared of a little storm; she just knows her mom won't be thrilled to have her all wet and messed up at dinner.
That is why Evie decides to find a place to hide and wait for it to pass. Apparently she was not the only one.
There was also a boy there, he looked her age but a bit taller; a girl with purple hair whom she knew was Maleficent's daughter; as well as a young boy, looking much younger than the two of them with a white hair.
"Hello." She says and sits on the corner. Neither of the four say anything until the younger boy speaks.
"I'm Carlos." He says "I think I saw you guys around town."
"Think I saw you too, you're Cruella's son, aren't you?" Evie replies.
"And you're Evil Queen's" The older boy speaks "I am Jay I'm J-"He starts to speak but is cut off by the purple haired girl.
"Jafar son. I'm Mal, Maleficen'ts daughter."
They talk for a while, not friends; they know such a thing doesn't exist in the Isle, but maybe just a group of people who oddly live quite similar problems and face the same hardships as each other.
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