Heads up, there's a super long Author's Note at the end of this chapter. Basically it says: Happy Thanksgiving! It explains why I haven't been active, like at all. There's my usual thank you for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following. And then there's what you can expect in the future (since this story is coming to an end) and other platforms that you can find me (and my work) on. Thank you, and enjoy this (terrible) chapter.
They hadn't been walking for very long when Maleficent suddenly stopped. She glanced around, looking for something in particular.
The others were curious as to what she was looking for. They hadn't said anything since leaving the field. Maleficent was a woman, or fairy, on a mission. And none of them wanted to interrupt or distract her. They willingly followed her. She seemed to know what she was doing. And she did whatever it was with confidence.
After a minute of silence, Maleficent rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "I know you're here Mr. Chanterelle."
The short man poked his head out from behind a tree trunk. He eyed the group curiously. "Hello, Maleficent. It's been quite a while."
"Yes, it has. But we don't have time for small talk. Mr. Chanterelle, I need something from you."
He slowly stepped out from his hiding place, allowing the others to get a proper look at him.
"What is he?" Doug asked curiously.
"He's a mushroom fairy," Evie explained, having heard the stories of the magical Moors.
"You'll have to be more specific, dear. You know I'm a collector of many things."
"I need a cornwill flower."
Mr. Chanterelle seemed to think about the request. "The field was destroyed a while ago."
"I know that. But surely you have some stored away. As you said, you're a collector of many things."
He still looked skeptical.
"Please, Mr. Chanterelle. It's for my daughter." Maleficent gave him a pleading look.
After a moment, he gave her a kind smile. He had missed this Maleficent. The kind and caring fairy that he had watched grow up. "I think I may have something that will help." He motioned for the group to follow him. He led them to his house, which happened to be a large mushroom. He gestured for them to wait while he went to get whatever it was that he was talking about.
"I hope this works," Jay muttered to Carlos.
"Yeah, this is our last hope. If he doesn't have anything…" Carlos trailed off, not wanting to complete the thought. He and Jay shared a look. Being from the Isle, they never really shared their feelings. Or even acknowledged most of them. But it went without saying that the four of them, Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay, had been their own little family. They were the best of friends, practically siblings. They all knew that they loved each other, even if none of them would admit it. If anything, well, anything more, were to happen to Mal, they weren't sure how they would handle it.
Evie was another story. She knew exactly what would happen if she were to lose Mal, her best friend, her sister. She would be devastated. She wouldn't be able to live with herself, knowing she could have prevented it somehow. And there were still so many things that she and Mal had planned to do. Well, she planned, Mal listened and occasionally humored her. Like their weddings. Whether it would outside or inside. What time of year it would be. If it would be traditional, or have a little twist thrown in there somewhere. Where their honeymoon would be. And having kids. What their names would be. What they would look like. There was so much they still had to look forward to. And Evie couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to do any of it without Mal, her best friend, her sister.
Mr. Chanterelle returned a minute later with a small sack in his hand. "While I don't have the actual flower that you seek, I do have the seeds."
Maleficent gave a grateful smile as he handed the pouch to her. "You have no idea how thankful I am Mr. Chanterelle."
"Just promise me a couple things."
"Anything."
"Replant the field. The Moors isn't the same without its field of cornwills."
"Of course." Maleficent toyed with the pouch. "And the second thing?"
Mr. Chanterelle gave a toothy grin. "Bring the little sprite around sometime. We'd all love to meet her."
Maleficent chuckled, mainly to herself. "Of course you would. Don't worry, I doubt I'll be able to keep her away."
"If she's anything like you when you were younger, then I doubt so as well." Mr. Chanterelle waved to the group before disappearing down a different path, carrying on with his day as if there had been no interruption.
Maleficent opened the pouch and removed one of the seeds. She placed it in her palm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A green mist covered it, and they group watched the seed grow into a flower before their very eyes. It was a beautiful flower, nothing like anything they had ever seen before. The petals were a golden yellow with orange and pink mixed in. It seemed to be glowing, radiating its own magic.
"Is that it?" Fairy Godmother asked as she stared at the flower in the other fairy's hand.
"This is it," Maleficent assured. "We should get going. Fairy Godmother, will you do the honors?"
Fairy Godmother smiled as she pulled out her wand. "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!" The familiar blue mist surrounded them. As it disappeared, they were back at the hospital.
"How did it go? Did you find what you were looking for?" Aurora questioned as soon as she saw the group.
"It went well," Audrey told her mother as the group separated and spread throughout the room. "We got the flower."
"That's great."
"What do we do now?" Belle asked as everyone looked to Maleficent for an answer.
"Now, we need to use the flower to make a tonic."
"That sounds simple enough," Fairy Godmother voiced.
"It should be."
"Then let's get to it," Belle said with such determination that no one even thought of questioning her. She was going to do everything in her power to save Mal. No matter what.
Okay... a few things.
First, Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American readers that celebrate! I hope you all had a wonderful time with your families and/or friends! I know I did.
Second, you have no idea how sorry I am about the delay. I've been meaning to update all of my stories, but it's been difficult. Not only has school been absolutely horrible and stressful with its never ending workload, but I've also been in kind of a rut. I just had major writer's block and I was very... uninspired. The only stories I wanted to work on were the ones that I haven't posted. And I told myself that I couldn't post anything new until I finished a few of these first. I just have a lot going on. Please forgive me.
Third, thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, or followed this story, or any of my stories. Especially in my absence. Of course you don't have to do any of that if you don't want to. Thank you all for waiting so patiently for this new chapter. I am so sorry it took so long to update. And I'm sorry that this chapter is short and terrible. Like I said, I've been stuck in a rut and I haven't been able to come up with any good ideas for my stories.
And it's not just with my stories but with my art too. Y'all don't know this (and I don't know why I'm sharing this) but I love art and I want to be a costume designer. I just haven't had any time for drawing, or painting, or sewing. And it's really dampening my mood.
Fourth, as you can probably tell, this story is coming to an end. I never meant for it to be this long. It was only meant to be like 9 or 10 chapters. But the more the merrier I guess. I don't plan on doing a sequel or anything. I don't even know how I would do a sequel. But I have A LOT of ideas for future stories. Not all of them Descendants related. There's Glee, The Fosters, possibly The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (an amazing show 10/10 would recommend), probably Pretty Little Liars, probably Cheaper by the Dozen, definitely Marvel/Avengers/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Or a combo of two/all three. I don't know, I'm still work shopping. Let me know if you have any requests.
I do have fanfics on Wattpad and now one on Tumblr if you wanna check those out. They aren't the same as on here. I don't cross post (not that there's anything wrong with that. I just don't do it) I'm very active on Tumblr (mainly liking and reposting and not so much writing) but if you want to get a hold of me, that's probably the best way to do it. My username is MissFairyTales on wattpad and miss-fairytales on Tumblr.
Oh my goodness, that was long. Thank you so much if you made it this far. You are an actual champion. (I wouldn't have been able to get through that whole note.) I hope you stick around for more. Hopefully I'll be able to get more updates out there.