I wanted to say that I'm sorry if the chapters really change in length each time, I don't have Word on my laptop so I don't have a word count until I upload it.

I had a guest ask me a question about the story, so I'm going to answer it here: "I like your story already, but can I ask you a question...will this be another one of those "oh Maleficent, Jafar, Cruella, and Evil Queen didn't really care for their children, they abused them, hurt them, put them down, blah blah blah" takes on Descendants or will this show why the Villains became the way they became and why they really treated their children the way they did simply because they want them to be better villains than they were?"

Answer: I've been thinking of how I can answer this without giving out the entire story, and the best way I can answer is no, it's not that kind of take on Descendants at all. As we've seen in the past two chapters, the children do fear their parents at this point, that's a given. But I've studied psychology for a few years and I've also worked with children much longer than that, so in my experience I have realized that it is very common for children to fear their parents, reason or not. And with this group of kids it is quite obvious they do have a reason, but what we all may learn during this journey they are about to take is that (I don't want to sound like Shrek, but) everything has layers. Our parents were young once, they've had things done to them, they've done things themselves. Our top layer is not our only layer, but it is the one that everyone sees. So, giving you that information, we shall see how things play out, perhaps we'll learn something we never knew we never knew! I hope that made as much sense as it did in my head, it's all still being worked out on paper and in my head, but I do have a general idea of how I want this to go! Thanks for your question!

We're getting to the good stuff now so here we go.

Night had fallen in Auradon and all the students at Auradon Prep had returned to their respective dorms. All but four, that is. The four villain children, Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos, were preparing to head back to the museum and attempt to finish what they began the first night of their stay. They needed to get Fairy Godmother's wand.

Jay was glancing at each of his friends as they prepared to leave, and each one had a different expression upon their face. Mal was leaning on her left elbow, using her hand to hold her bangs out of her face while studying her mother's book, looking as frustrated as ever as she attempted to improve their plan. Evie looked impatient, her arms were crossed as she stood near the door, her legs were also lightly tangled together. She didn't look very comfortable. Carlos, on the other hand, was sitting on his bed while he patted Dude gently, his stare vacant. Jay couldn't read the youngest of the groups expression well, but he assumed he was thinking of the outcome if they succeeded. Perhaps it was fear? Regret? Quickly shaking his head, and in a way his thoughts, Jay stepped towards Mal and the table in the middle of the room.

"How's the plotting coming along? Anything helpful in that book?" He asked softly.

Mal, however, was anything but soft as she growled, "No, not that I can find. How is this my mother's most prized possession?" she paused "at least next to her staff." And for a moment, Jay recognized sadness on his purple-haired friends features, and he knew why. The book and Maleficent's staff was all that mattered to her, everyone knew it, he just wished Mal was oblivious to the lack of importance she held in her mothers life.

"I wonder if, after the guard is out, Carlos can figure out how to bring down the protective shield surrounding the wand; that way we don't need a spell." Evie said quickly, trying to think as fast as her mind would allow her, she wanted this over just as much as the others. It was the only reason she suggested going back to the museum tonight, she was tired of waiting for an opportunity and getting (as Mal had said) attached to things here. Evie was quickly growing tired of Chad Charming and was now focused on a new boy, Doug. His father was Dopey, as in the Seven Dwarf's Dopey, and she knew he would never be spared from her mothers wrath. She wanted it done.

They all agreed on Evie's plan, even with Mal's slight hesitation. Magic would be much easier, but it didn't seem like she'd be able to use it this time, at least they had Carlos.

The four descendants followed their original plan up until it was time to separate from Carlos. Run over to the museum, knock out the guard, and find the wand. But this time was different in two ways, one being they knew where the wand was, and the second being Carlos would be working on bringing the shield down while they made their way to the wand room.

"Do you think you can do this Carlos?" Mal asked quietly before separating from her friend.

"Yeah, I think I'll be able to get it one way or another." was his reply, but he wasn't enthusiastic about it at all. Even Mal had felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, they all did, except Carlos. He seemed broken, and that is exactly what Mal was trying to avoid.

Mal nodded first to Carlos and then to the two behind her before running up the steps. The three villains ran up towards the wand room as fast as they could, not stopping even once until they reached the room that held the wand. Only something was strange, they felt lightheaded and couldn't focus on anything, but maybe if they had they would have realized the wand was already gone.

Fairy Godmother sighed with the relief her wand brought her. Yes, she had been on board with retiring her magic, as well as most others when it was first mentioned, but she still enjoyed a little one-on-one time with the friend she held dear for so long. Normally she would only bring the wand out of it's protective barrier in the museum during the coronation, or when a new royal was born, each of these was call for a blessing. Though there hadn't been a new royal born, nor was it time for a coronation, it did not mean she couldn't sit with it. Besides, she had heard about the malfunction in security at the museum the night the four children arrived and though it was only coincidence (she hoped), she still preferred to keep it with her for the time being. King Adam and Queen Belle agreed with the fairy, it was best she held onto it for now.

Even with their focus lost, the will of the children kept their feet still even as their minds tugged them towards a different direction.

"Evie.." was suddenly heard by the blue-haired princess, and she sluggishly turned her head to look around the room, but there was no guilty party; no one had called her name.

Again her name was called, and Evie allowed her will to change, her feet now taking her to the Villain's exhibit. The closer she got to the room that held the wax-like figures of her and her friends parents, the better she felt. By the time she was nearly to her destination it was almost as if she had complete control over her body. She was able to walk at her normal pace now, even a bit faster if she desired, and her thoughts were mostly clear. Before she could take in her surroundings she was at the feet of her mothers podium. Evie raised her head to see the statue better, but she quickly dropped it again, she couldn't be in her mothers presence yet. Even if this wasn't her mother and it was only a replica, it felt real enough to Evie that she had a hard time with standing up to even an inanimate object.

Her mother made her insecure, and she only felt insecure around her mother. She was actually quite confident, and even on her lower days she wouldn't think of herself as insecure, unless she was with her mother. Every comment her mother could possibly make if she was there with Evie at the moment, actually ran through the young girls head.

'You did a rather poor job with plucking today, didn't you Evie?'

'I've told you before not to laugh, you'll get wrinkles and then nobody, especially not a prince, will want you!'

'You're looking quite fat today. You must take care of that before it gets any worse.'

She stepped up on the podium where her mothers replica stood so that she was close to her mothers height, deciding that she was going to stand up to her, even in statue form. And though the intimidation she felt would not allow her to speak, she still felt accomplished by rising to her mother's height and staring her in the eyes. It felt wicked, like an act of defiance.

But suddenly, as Evie had began to walk backwards expecting there to be steps, even if she knew there was none, she slipped and felt her ankle twist. She attempted to grab the statue so that she wouldn't fall but it was too late, she just barely touched the arm before she landed on the ground below, a bump already growing on her head.

Her breathing was shallow, but stable, and she felt pain in her head and ankle, but yet she didn't feel panic as she normally would. She felt calm and tired. Evie didn't even attempt to move, she only allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep.

Mal heard the crash and wanted to run and potentially find out what had caused it, and though she tried to move them, her feet remained still. Her entire body was frozen in place, unable to even move her eyes away from the spot she was looking.

It wasn't good, it was horrible. The worst thing that could have possibly happened has happened, they are frozen and unable to move, could it be a new security tactic? Were there other guards besides the one they encountered at the entrance, and were they coming after them? She heard something behind her, and prepared to be sent back to the Isle, sent back to her mother. She couldn't even bring herself to think of what her mother would say to her, yell to her, or do to her. All she knew was she was done for.

And suddenly she felt arms around her waist before she was lifted, she couldn't even see who it was that had picked her up, and they were lucky for that. She would have escaped their clutches before beating them to a bloody pulp. Nobody laid hands on her, not without her permission, and definitely not when she is not expecting it.

A few moments later and Mal was able to move again, she looked over as she raised her hand to punch whoever was behind her, she saw Carlos (with Jay being drug along behind) and before she could stop it..

BAM!

Carlos instantly dropped the girl and let go of the boy behind hims hand.

"What was that for?!" he yelled, covering his nose with his hand.

"You know better than that, Carlos! I blame you!"

He sighed and just continued running towards the Hall of Villains, he had found Evie laying on the floor there, unconscious. Briefly looking behind him to see if the others were following, but not stopping either, he told them of what he had found - causing Mal to speed up to her full speed.

When they reached the room where their friend - no, sister, laid, they rushed to her side. Jay felt for breath while Mal lifted Evie's head into her lap. Carlos, looking more broken than ever, stood behind.

"Uh.. guys?" He said once his attention had been broken.

"Not the time Carlos!" Mal yelled, but still Carlos walked towards her and tapped her on the shoulder, speechless at what he was seeing. And when Mal turned to look, she saw a light coming from the replica staff near her mother. But it wasn't green, her mothers signature color, it was blue. Gently setting Evie's head back on the floor, Mal stood before making her way towards the light, which quickly pulsed with energy before engulfing her and her friends.

Oooh, who caused the blue light?

I put a small bit of Doug/Evie in here due to a request, but it probably will be the only mention of a ship for a while. Next chapter we will begin seeing the villains' past! I also posted this earlier than I wanted, but what can I say, I'm inspired! (Expect chapter 4 around Monday-Tuesday)

Until next time

-Skye