Hey my princes and princesses. So this gives a little backstory about what happened to Jane, that happened before the previous chapter took place.

Plain Jane Is Pretty (intelligent) Jane.

Jane felt her eyes be heavy as she turned another page of Mal's spell book. She liked reading a lot and she liked reading dead Latin, but so much of the language in a mall amount of time was a major headache for the girl. She took several breaks, but her headache returned the second she began reading again.

She couldn't believe how many spells were in this book. It was so small and thin, yet contained so many spells that took hours to study and read. She was shocked that the only pages in English were the hair spells, the love and anti love spells and a spell to make others nearby speak like dogs.

Jane turned to page one thousand six hundred and fifty seven and read the passage. She read it, took the words of the language and translated them into literal English, then figured it out from that language. When she translated the words into literal words, she sat up in shock

Dividite in auxilium mihi in opus , ipse dividere in tribus , tres colores

Dividete meant divide
tribus meant tribe
Tres meant three
Colores was obvious.

"This doesn't make sense. A division, a tribe, three and colors?" Jane spoke aloud, writing her notes down in a journal where she kept track of everything. "Well, they are divided from the single Mal, so that is where divide comes from." Jane said to herself.

Mal Emotions: Divided.

"And a tribe is a group. All the Mal's can probably be considered a group.

Mal Emotions: Divided.
Mal Emotions: Tribus (tribe)

"Now the for three," She tapped her pencil against the spell book and studied and searched deep into her mind. How was there a three in the spell if there were nine Mal's all together? "Nine divided by three is three, so maybe that plays a part into this.

Mal Emotions: Divided.
Mal Emotions: Tribus (tribe)
Nine divided by three, is three.

"And colors is very obvious." Jane wrote down the last bit of information.

Mal Emotions: Divided.
Mal Emotions: Tribus (tribe)
Nine divided by three, is three.
Colors is Colors.

Jane stared at the paper as if she was waiting for the answer to speak to her, but it kept more silent than a rock. "Ugh!" She slammed her head onto the desk. "I. Hate. Latin!" She yelled. Her mind was bashing inside her head and she felt her temper rise as she tried to figure all of this out. Honestly, this stuff should be easy for her since she is also half fairy like Mal.

But no! Her mother, Fairy Godmother, had to not teach her any spells because of banning magic in Auradon when Auradon was created. "I am so going to make Mom teach me spells after this entire ordeal."

What felt like another hour passed and Jane still had no idea what the freaking words were telling her. The middle words, auxilium mihi in opus, ipse were throwing her off. Auxilium looked like aluminum, as in aluminum foil, but how would silver paper stuff play a part in Mal being divided into nine different people?

Jane needed a break. She stood up and left the room to go get a snack from the cafeteria. The only thing she had taken was her cellphone, leaving her work behind her.

Jane made a couple of turns and walked down the first set of stairs, but stopped halfway when she looked up and saw a Mal, wearing all black. "Evil Mal?"

"Hi Janie." Evil Mal smirked. "I don't think I've personally met you yet, but know that I have in some single way."

"W-w-what are you doing here? Carlos said—"

"Obviously, those Auradon waklings and confused isle alleys of mine had forgotten about the one of me that hasn't been seen."

"The gray one?"

"Yes, idiot weakling, the gray one." Evil Mal said. "Now I've got a great feeling that you, little miss Latin language expert, are reading about fixing us back to one Mal, correct?"

"Uh...n-no." Jane stuttered.

"Oh great! An Auradonian tried to lie! That's horrible, I like it!" Evil Mal laughed.

Jane was scared. "The gray one freeded you?"

"Yes. She had no care." Evil Mal said. "Now, Janie, time to go."

"What!?" Jane yelled.

Evil Mal opened her hand, a green flame emerging. "Play ball!" She threw it at Jane.

"Ah!" Jane ducked and missed it. "Stop it!"

"FIGHT ME, WEAKLING!" Evil Mal shouted.

Jane held up her hands and thought of something. "Beware, foreswear, place Evil Mal in an indestructible bubble and hold her in mid-air!" She said. Baby blue dust surrounded Evil Mal and Jane smiled, happy that a spell worked. The dust moved away.

Evil Mal was not in a bubble. "Weakling. Mommy never taught you how much energy to put in, so your little baby spell never worked. Speaking of babies, where's that weakling Aurora?"

Jane's spell didn't work? There was only one thing to do.

Run and tell Mom.

Jane turned and ran up the stairs. She felt Evil Mal running and following her. She chased Jane down a few hallways, up another staircase and down another.

"Come back here and fight me you weakling!" Evil Mal shouted at the top of her lungs. "Come fight me like a true powerful fairy!"

"Fighting solves nothing!" Jane cried.

"WEAKLING! WEAKLING! WEAKLING! WEAKLING!" Evil Mal shouted, throwing more fireballs at Jane' They missed Jane, but they hit objects and set them on fire. Soon, the entire hallway was becoming engulfed in fire flames. "KEEP RUNNING WEAKLING! THE MORE YOU RUN, THE BETTER THE SCHOOL LOOKS IN FLAMES!" Evil Mal laughed.

Jane turned a corner and ran. She was five hallways away from her mother's office. She tripped over a run and smacked into the floor. "Ouch." She muttered.

Jane laid there for a few minutes. She started to get up, but felt pressure on her back. She turned and looked up; finding Evil Mal standing there with hands on her hips and her boot on Jane's back. "Hi Janie," Evil Mal laughed. "Time to go night night."

"Night night?" Jane asked.

Evil Mal used her free foot and kicked Jane hard in the face.

Jane blacked out.

Oh no!