Nine: What if Elena had lost
Episode: Elena and the Secret of Avalor.
Why did she fail so hard? Shuriki had won.
Estéban was a traitor, her sister and grandparents still in the enchanted painting, the royal family of Enchancia locked in the dungeon, and Sofia shot by one of the guards' arrows.
Lucia and Raul would be looking down at her in disappointment, Elena knew it that much as a hiss from Sofia brought her back to reality.
"I know it hurts niña but you'll be alright," she assured though her smile was weak.
The arrow had been out long before she and her savior were escorted to the dungeon by the same guards that had shot at them but Sofia was just a child.
Being thrown inside and landing on the wound hadn't helped her in the slightest as Elena helped Sofia to stand.
"Sofia!" Amber screamed at the sight of her sister. "Is that blood?"
"What else would it be?" James scoffed, leaning against the bars once the guards had left. He turned to Roland with a sigh. "Dad, is there anything we can do?"
"Sofia's side has been wrapped up. All she'll need is rest," Roland muttered, looking unsure himself. "If only we hadn't come here."
"That's not your fault King Roland. You had no idea what would happen," Elena smiled a little, seeing Miranda carry Sofia to a corner of the dungeon. If the circumstances were more happier, it would've been heartwarming. "Skylar and the others will distract Shuriki long enough to—"
"To do what?! Sofia's been shot with a arrow by guards, people that help us! My sister could be dead by that time that happens!" Amber interrupted, clearly frustrated.
"Sofia will not die. It'll take time for her to heal but she won't die."
"Says that one that couldn't even get her own out of a painting."
"I couldn't have Mateo release Isa or my grandparents with Shuriki still in the palace maldición!" Elena yelled before covering her mouth and glanced at the sniffing princess. "I'm sorry. It's the first time I've been free in forty one years and I'm trapped again. Except I won't be alone."
"We'll get through this. We just have to be careful and for my daughter's sake, get out of here before things get worse," Miranda muttered, stroking a resting Sofia's hair.
"And act like rulers of our own kingdom," James added, trying to lighten the mood. "A small crowded kingdom."
Miranda couldn't help but smile a little, putting a hand on James' shoulder.
"Yes a small crowded kingdom and hope for the best."