Sup. Wanted to get this chapter out early seeing as Joaquin seems poised to put the hurt on my state. Or we're over reacting again. Whatever.

So far, we know none of our fave ex villains are who they thought they were. Each had unique powers from each side of the family. Some are neat. Some...not so much. And Jay's long absent mommy is an uber bitch who cursed then possessed Al-Aziz (son of Aladdin and Jasmine), kidnapped a distressed Evie and "borrowed" power from Hades himself to cast a terrible curse that's making people flip the fuck out. And Murphy's law dictates things will get worse before it gets better...

Fair warning, beginning to bend that T rating til it cries like a lil bitch.

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Mal couldn't help feeling something was off. Maybe it was that new and terrifying emotion she now knew to be guilt. Guilt at leaving her BFF to sulk while she ate pretty pink cupcakes with the King. But E was a big girl and just wanted some space. Yeah. Everything would be just fine.

/No such luck buttercup./ Oh no that voice!

It happened so fast. From the water just below their feet shot a geyser spray that momentarily stunned the couple. In that moment, a hand grabbed Mal's ankle and violently yanked her off the pier. She thought to grab for Ben, the post, ANYTHING but didn't even get a shriek out before her head collided with a sickening crack against the structure.

SPLASH!

"Mal!" Ben exclaimed. He'd heard the sound of brain trauma even though he didn't see it. When the water receded, he say alone. The enchanted lake was always crystal clear but he saw no sign of his beloved. Just a disturbing plume of red rising to the surface. Like any hero worth his salt, he immediately dove in after her knowing she was probably knocked out and couldn't swim even if conscious.

This proved to be a terrible idea. Which became very apparent when claws clamped onto him vice-like and raked along his shoulders; ripping and tearing as they drug him down with beastly strength. An impossible roar being the last thing he heard.

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Meanwhile the best way to describe what was happening on campus would be pure bedlam. Glass and blood everywhere as all mirrors at Auradon Prep exploded releasing razor sharp confetti. Locking many in brutal psychological and physical deathmatches. Those lucky enough to not be near one at that instant soon had a much bigger problem.

Namely out running nightmarish versions of their teachers and peers.

"Help!" Audrey screamed. "Somebody help me!" Terrified after hearing the mass shattering, she had been on her way to the library only to bump into Jane. Or who the thought was Jane. In hindsight, 'Move it Fail Fairy' prolly wasn't the best response to mowing the smaller girl over.

Cuz she probably wouldn't be darting down the hall half blinded by crimson cascading down her face. A nasty gash from left temple to her chin. As a prime victim of her mean girl bitchitude casually strolled behind her twirling red stained scissors. Merrily humming "Bippity Boppity Boo".

"But Audrey dear I'm not done with your makeover. After all real beauty is only skin deep. So it MUST come off." Not Jane cooed while tapping her cheek with a bloody finger.

"Get away from me you crazy bitch!" All she could do was throw any and every thing she passed in her attacker's path. Or at her attacker.

"Ow!" Not Jane cried when a brass flower vase smashed into her chest. Her eyes narrowed. "That's not very nice Princess."

Audrey let out a silent scream as she froze then collapsed like a discarded doll. She lay there gasping as blood bubbled up her throat and out her mouth. The daughter of Phillip and Aurora's panic multiplied when she realized she couldn't feel her legs. The silver handle sticking out of her back most likely had something to do with it.

"Wow. Throwing all those darts at your picture did wonders for my aim."

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Meanwhile Lonnie found herself flying out of her dorm room courtesy a drop kick from her double. Thank her ancestors for the quick reflexes that helped her avoid the sword stroke that would have taken off her head afterwards. Still the blade bit deep into her shoulder.

"Pathetic. You can't even save yourself. How do you expect to save anyone else? How the greatest commanders China has ever seen managed to produce such a weakling is astounding. And unfortunate." Mirror Lonnie laughed. "Very unfor-OOF!" The laugh died out with a grunt of pain. Lonnie had punched the clone in the gut.

"In the words of our Tourney Captain, talk shit get hit." Lonnie snarled. Listening yo this thing spout off at her, she at first felt shame. Everything it had said were things she secretly feared. That she'd never be as strong and virtuous as her mother. That she was unworthy to be called the Shan clan heir because she never had to fight for a thing in her life. At those words she felt so hollow and empty. Like her life was a farce, a fantasy world with no real problems. Only shallow things like hair styles, pop quizzes and dating drama.

But the more it belittled her, the more she realized her fears were natural, not something to be ashamed of. Her life wasn't in the constant peril that forced her parents to become the heroes they are because they didn't want that hardship for her. For anyone's child. Everyone has dreams and ambitions. And everyone sometimes feels less than for one reason or another. No matter what they may say to the contrary. That didn't mean they were weak for having such thoughts. Only that they were human. And perfectly normal.

The first step to bringing honor to her family? Conquering her fears. Therefore, this thing was about to get jacked up for fucking with her emotions.

"Growing a backbone? Better late than never-" Mirror Lonnie blinked at her non-sword arm lying on the floor before her. She barely had the wherewithal to raise her blade and block the incoming strike.

"SHUT UP!" The warrior princess bellowed as she struck.

Splintering the blasphemous copy of her mother's sword into a shower of metal and sparks.

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"That's my lil cricket." Her zengzumu whooped as she saw the sword strike pass thru the fake one like butter and cleave the evil clone in half. Both halves faded away before they hit the carpet.

"Indeed Lady Fa, you were right about her gift of sight. Thank you." Persephone said to the elderly spirit in her mirror. She couldn't bodily leave the underworld, but all versions of the afterlife were open to her gaze and touch. The Fa Manor's shrine being no exception.

"No problem toots. Us Fa women don't just roll over and die quite so easy." Grandmother Fa smiled proudly. "She got the message real quick."

"I just hope my messenger lives long enough to deliver said message. You have my blessing young Lonnie." The Queen of the Dead clasped her hands together in silent prayer. "I bid you good luck."

"No offense your highness but that girl makes her own luck. Just like her Mama."

"I don't dare doubt it. The Eclipse of the Heart curse is powerful but I fear the situation to be worse than we know. The curse brings out the genuine worst in its targets. Forces them to confront their own very real darkness then fight to survive it.. My husband likely won't benefit from this deal in any shape or form.

"Really now? I pity him then." The deceased matriarch spoke in a tone that suggested she REALLY didn't.

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Weselton was still populated by idiots.

Twenty years on, Han and his brothers were still eyeing Arendelle like a fat kid eyes cake. Sure there were fewer than 13 of them now (Prince Herlov died on a double black diamond ski trail trying to impress a girl the same year Elsa was crowned; Prince Hilmar caught pnuemonia and never recovered not long after the twins were born; Prince Harild had a heart attack last summer; Elsa knew these dates because Anna had attended each funeral;) but they're collective IQ seem to drop each time one kicked off. There had been numerous political schemes to takeover and one full out invasion attempt a decade ago. It was remembered as the day the Ice Witch erected a 40 foot high five foot thick frozen wall along the borders to Weselton as far as their subjects knew. Only the commanders of her own army knew the truth. That Jokul had seen the troops approaching from his window and summoned the wall himself to halt them. Creating a single massive set of doors in the wall that could only be opened by a cryomancer. He was six.

This worried her. Not the strength itself, but his ability to handle it. What it was doing to him. She knew the toll it had taken on her as a child, the pain and fear of harming those she loved. Elsa tried to block out her feelings but only succeeded in making herself more nervous around others. Of course, Jokul just had to one up her in that department too. The boy often came across as being made of ice. Bottling his emotions up and hiding them away for no one to see. Sure it gave him better control but...was it worth it to become an unfeeling shell? The last time she saw him cry years ago, the tears that fell froze into unmelting crystals this feet after seeing his sister embrace one of her many friends without fear of killing him. He looked down at them, confused. Like he didn't understand what he felt. Loneliness.

/You know, if you'd done a better job of teaching, Jokul wouldn't have become robot. What kind of Queen are you? What kind of Aunt are you? A terrible one that's what!/

Elsa's head lazily turned to her vanity mirror. There her reflection glared at her with contempt and derision. Unlike nearly everyone affected by the same spell, she merely scoffed at her wicked reflection. So much like Prince Holger's attempt to drive her mad with an enchanted mirror he gifted to her on her 35th birthday. Though considerably more power was put into this charm, the schtick was still pretty weak sauce in her book.

"This parlor trick bored me last time too." she rolled her eyes. The reflection sneered at this.

"Oh please, no need to pull the Ice Bitch routine with me. I know under your facade still lies that scared little girl so desperate to be normal. To get mommy and daddy's approval even though that ship has long since sailed. And sunk."

"Uh-huh. You done? Somewhat busy here." The queen turned back to her laptop and the budget report recently sent to her. Immediately she noticed a surplus in several areas. That half hearted dismissal wiped the sneer off Mirror Elsa's face.

"How?!" the reflection yelled.

"When you spend most of your life with unresolved mommy and daddy issues on top of fear of failure to control the powers that nearly killed your sister twice but still manage to become a beloved ruler and aunt, things get put into perspective. Nice try, thanks for playing."

Her mirror self shrieked in rage as she evaporated. Just as her chamber doors were blown in. Black ice coating them and a good portion of the floor.

"Hey Auntie Elsa. Wanna build a snowman?"

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Yup. Toldja shit went down this chapter.

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