A/N: This seems reminiscent of one I've written before. So I've changed it and drawn a little something-something from Wicked to aid and abet this nugget.
UmaxChad angsty piece.
Uma strode furiously around the ship, listening to the creak of the timbers as the waves boiled up around them. Her magic was almost impossible to control and she felt the anger roll through her, taking magic with it.
She had stared in horror as Chad had been hauled back by the Royal Guards, his eyes searching for her face only once as she remained hidden from the Guards that so desperately sought her. He had given himself up for her.
Half mumbled spells at her lips, she thought of everything that her mother had once taught her, of all the spells she could half read from the Godmother's book, all of it and more spouted in the hope that she could save Chad.
Closing her eyes as the pain of memories threatened to engulf her, they suddenly snapped open and her usual brown irises now sparked bright blue sparked with magic.
"No good deed goes unpunished." She hissed. She had tried to be good, she had tried to follow the rules – look where it had got her. The memories rolled once more, and faces swam before her. Sweet Harry fallen for her, so had Gil, even Mal hadn't been able to save herself while trying to save Uma.
Her turquoise blue magic had once been compared to the smoothest, finest sea, the colour of a summer sky, the calming waters of the mountain lakes, now thought it was tinged with grey. It was now a colour that promised storms on the horizon, it promised mischief and mayhem, and her anger and hurt revealed a darkness that started to build beneath her skin.
Catching sight of herself in the mirror, Uma was held by her own appearance, she could see the darkness in her gaze but the anxiety that rested beneath it. Had she only wanted to be good to win favour? Was there a true grain of goodness in her, or was it all a sham – a performance that she put on for the right audiences? To curry favour, and make the right people give her praise and love?
Wrenching her gaze from the mirror she looked out of the Captain's window at the stern of her ship, out at the waters that frothed as her magic seeped into the air and she was furious all over again as the candy floss pink aura of her old friend flooded into her mind.
Are good deeds just for those that seek the limelight? Are they nothing more than flouncing in front of the right people and lapping up the praise that follows? If that's all that counted for a good thing, then maybe, just maybe Uma was sick of it. The façade of a Good Thing had fallen and now Uma was realising that there was no justice, no mercy being shown to her at this time in her life, nor any before that.
She had just watched the man who had loved her being dragged away to a fate that could only be worse than death, despite her hastily whispered words, her hopes resting on incantations she didn't fully understand. She had once watched her best friend choose a lie over their friendship; she had offered her hand to Audrey when they were almost collared in Auradonia, but the pink haired princess had hesitated and while she had once had Uma's blessing, now only anger moved through the sea-witch.
Uma's heart hardened against the world.
Let all of Auradon be agreed, she was going to embrace that wonderful wicked witchery so many had thrown at her before. She would never attempt another good thing again. She had failed in saving those she loved, and so she wouldn't try anymore. She had been persecuted for saving those without a voice, the elite had come down on her hard while she worked to save those around her.
The world had punished her, so she would punish it back. Striding from the cabin to the empty deck of her ship, her magic moved around her, and she commanded it to loose the sails and haul in the anchor that held her in the safety of the cove.
Hearing the sharp chatter from the waters around her, she glanced over the side to see all manner of sea creatures beside her, each appeared as determined as she was. By invisible forces the Sea Witch unfurled her sails, turned about and left the safety of the cove to wreak havoc on the land of Auradon.
Why bother with Good Deeds?
