Carlos' Second Childhood, Part Two.

A Tavern in the Dark Woods.

Carlos can't remember when he fell asleep in his cage. All he knows at some point his body rejected his mind's request and he fell into a slumber. When he started to stir he could make out vast and large trees reaching heights, he couldn't be sure of. The ground looks muddy and damp maybe from the rain of the previous night. He couldn't believe it, he was trapped in a cage. He hates cages, he was born in a cage with hundreds of others. The Isle was a cage whether most of the people of Auradon would like to deny it. Or that they wanted to deny that the Isle was a cage not just for the villains but for the children of the villains.

Eventually, they reach the heart of the woods and Carlos spots, what he can only guess to be a tavern. His captive leads him to the back of the tavern over to the back door. The monster knocks on the door with its free hand then take a step back. The back door opens a few seconds afterwards and the man who opened the door took several steps back as the monster entered with now partly freed Carlos. The man looks to be about in his forties. He has short but thick dark brown hair with small streaks of grey coming in. His eyes are an oak brown his face is covered with freckles.

"Scott," The man shouted turning his head away from them.

"WHAT?" Scott shouted back as he ran down the stairs.

"Come to the back," The man shouted again, seconds later Scott who looked to be in his mid-thirties came into view. Scott takes in the sight of Carlos and the monster just grins. Scott glances back and forth between Carlos and the man.

"I'm tired what's this about?" Scott asked.

"A delivery, I didn't know you could order kids in the underground market," The man answers.

"It actually worked," Scott grinned, "About time Cole,"

"What did you do?" Cole demanded to know.

"I may have done a little bit of magic," Scott answered.

"You used magic to conjure a child and a monster. I don't even wanna know un-conjure them just get rid of them," Cole said.

"I didn't conjure a child, I used magic to try to get you to find out what fear is. And a monster turns up at our backdoor with a child. He's probably yours," Scott replied. Cole just laughs.

"That's a good one, I don't have a kid or kids. I'm not the paternal type," Cole laughed, "Now get rid of him,"

"He sure looks like you may be more if he didn't dye his hair. What's your natural hair colour kid?" Scott pointed out and asked. Carlos didn't know how to respond, he wasn't exactly familiar with these two men. But maybe if he answered Scott's questions. The man would let him go.

"Brown," Carlos answers quietly.

"With brown hair, he looks like a dead ringer for you back in your teens," Scott said.

"So, what I hit the sheets countless times across the years. Now get rid of them," Cole replies.

"I can't the magic, I used has to play out. You have to learn what fear is this kid is clearly your path," Scott explained.

"In the name of everything that is holy. Why was I cursed with such an idiotic little brother!" Cole snapped.

"Just lucky, I'm trying to help you. Now, how old are you kid?" Scott asked.

"Sixteen almost seventeen," Carlos answers.

"Anyone you can remember spending intimate time with almost seventeen years ago?" Scott asked.

"Not really there was Mandy, Michelle, Brenda and Cruella," Cole answers.

"Mom!" Carlos gasped. The older men turned to face Carlos.

"I was right after all," Scott grinned.

"Why would a child bring me to know what fear was. I was never afraid and will never be afraid. It what makes me special," Cole snapped.

"No, it makes you freaky everyone should have fears. It makes us human, we should be able to overcome our fears. But not having any isn't healthy," Scott protested.

End of chapter.