Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or Isle of the Lost nor do own any of the character.
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I was thinking about how some of the ideas in the movie didn't work so here since Jay is Jafars son he should have some magic in him (Jafar should at least have his broken staff). Carlos being cruella's son has a thing for fashion and isn't afraid of dogs (Will keep Dude, but might add other dogs). Evie still uses her mirror, but should make potions which is why she is good at magic. All the villains are serious about getting off the island. Auradon Prep/Kingdom still using magic. This story will also show my take on their island life and what the life of a villains kid is like. I did not read the book isle of the lost so if people want to send some characteristic or summaries or anything about the book they think I should know I would appreciate it.
Evie's point of view
We arrived at the fortress sooner than anyone was ready for. Following after Mal and her mother. The fortress was the most important place on the island because it was where our parents called it home. Although there was no named ruler of the Isle of the Lost didn't mean there weren't people running it. Considering no one else would ever dare stand against the most powerful villains, they became the people in charge. Cruella de Vil, the Evil Queen, Jafar and Maleficent all had their hands in controlling the island. Maleficent was law she decided everything, but Jafar and the Evil Queen were the ones that helped keep the island together. The fortress was more of a compound really. It held the four houses of each villain; Jay and Carlos living inside the houses of their parents while the Evil Queens and Maleficent were fused together by a smaller tower that was Mal's and my room. The large tower in the middle was common area for meeting, plotting, and where all their decisions were made.
The fortress was where we slept, but it wasn't our home. It was a double edge sword if anything. Inside we were safe from the rest of the island no one daring to step foot inside, but it was also where our parents were and sometimes they were worse than anything else on this island. I glanced towards Carlos who was trying his best to not appear nervous. Jay was playing it cool, always better at hiding his emotion than the rest of us. I placed a gentle smile on my face even though I could feel my fists clenching. Whatever Maleficent had in store for us it wouldn't be good...it never was.
The evil fairy walked into the compound and made a straight beeline for the tower. Her henchman all well trained scattered knowing that even they weren't welcomed there. Walking inside we scanned the cluttered tower, with its ragged furniture. Most of the items in here were given as gifts or stolen. Stilling following Mal who was following her mother who was making her way over to her raised area of the second floor and sat in her large and incredibly intimidating chair. 'Her chair tried to make up for a throne.' I would always think, but in my head I could picture her on a cold iron throne. She picked up a nail file and started on her nails as the four of us gathered below her. Mal gave a quick look to Carlos relief in her eyes that he was getting over his panic attack.
"You will go, you will find the fairy godmother's magic wand and you will bring it back to me. Easy-peasy," Maleficent stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I did my best not to gap at her. I mean how in poison apple were they suppose to do that. Honestly we had a better chance of having Gaston's twin sons dance in a tutu. And I just knew that we wouldn't get an ounce of gratitude in return for such a hard mission, because she would find something to criticize Mal for.
"What's in it for us?" Mal asked, voicing what she was sure we were all thinking. Hoping that there would be something for us.
Maleficent thought for a second then said, "Matching thrones, hers and hers crowns." Throwing her hand in the air as if dismissing such a stupid question.
We try not to talk back to our parents, but sometimes it just slips out. The evil to rebel getting us into more trouble than we need. Carlos didn't like to speak up especially when it came to talking to Maleficent, but Carlos was an inventor, a genius he loved to ask question, and get answers.
"Um, I think she meant us," He said gesturing to us.
Maleficent half-ignored his question and motioned her daughter to come forward. And she did as she was told, "It's all about you and me baby. Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"
"Yeah, of course. I mean, who doesn't?" Mal replied, giving a small shrug and smile.
"Well then get me the wand!" Maleficent rushed out exclaiming to the room, then slowly she said, "And you and I can see all that and so much more. With that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!" She exclaimed. 'Just as I thought nothing for us, and somehow she will find a way to trick Mal out of her half' I thought, already hating this plan, but knowing that I will get roped into it.
"Our will," My mother corrected from her place at the table in the center of the room. I look over to see all of our parents were in the room now. Or were they always there. I couldn't remember to worry about our future if we failed.
"Our will, our will," Maleficent corrected herself as an after though. She turned to Mal, "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life missy." She says going to boop her daughters nose.
"But, mom-," Maleficent cut her daughter's protest off. She then leaned down her hand gripping the banister as if it was someone's throat and stared into Mal's eyes, her eyes glowing green with power. We all took a step back from the pair knowing what was going to happen next. Whenever I saw Maleficent do this, I couldn't help but shuddered and look away. It made chills run down my spine, making me both nervous and terrified. Just the power that was in the room, you could truly see why Maleficent was the most evil of them all.
Mal stared back, trying to muster as much power as her mother, her eyes starting to glow the same green only not as bright. While Maleficent seemed at ease summoning all of her power while Mal was starting to shake. 'She's not going to last' I thought, watching as Mal stopped her breathing trying her best to focus harder. After struggling for a few more seconds, her gaze dropped and she gave in giving a low growl.
"Ugh, fine, whatever." She says not looking at anything, but the floor.
"I win," Maleficent boasted.
I wanted to walk away from the two, from the tower, from everything. An unpleasant feeling was starting to form in the pit of my stomach. Since Mal lost the stare down, there was no way any of us could get out of this. If Maleficent told us we were going to go find the fairy godmother's magic wand, there was no doubt that we were unless we wanted to deal with the wrath of our parents.
We all turned away to our parents knowing that the decision was final. Carlos turned away from Maleficent to join his own mother. Cruella greeted him with a glare and pursed lips. 'I swear if I had one poison apple I know exactly who I would give it to.' I thought, watching Carlos for a moment as I went to sit next to my mother. Neither son nor mother saying anything to each other, which usually mean she was going to yell at Carlos in private. .
Unlike the rest of us, Carlos didn't steal things for his father, or do his mother's dirty work or have to sit pretty and be his mother's doll. No instead he had to face the impossibly long list of chores Cruella needed him to do. When Creulla goes out we try to help Carlos with them, but those times are rare and far in between all of us having our own problems to deal with. One time she made him organize her fur by size of spots. It was a nightmare each and every day, but Carlos with good reason was too afraid to disobey her. Our parents may be more evil than Creulla, but her punishments were far worse. I have my own theories on why Carlos is so much smaller than boys his age and they all have to do with that animal killing freak.
Cruella began talking about how her hair wasn't right today and she needed him to fix it or something. She was making some kind of gesture with her hands showing him how she wanted it, but Carlos was barely listening.
I started to laugh without realizing it. "No laughing!" My mother scolded me from our seat at the table, "Wrinkles." She says taking one of my hands to inspect my nails.
"Well they're not taking my Carlos," Cruella spoke up to everyone, being the first to address Maleficent's mission. "I'd miss him too much." I couldn't help but roll my eyes 'yah right.' I really wanted to snorted but to afraid my mother would give me a lecture on how that isn't princess like. I could see that Carlos perked up at that. He probably never heard his mother say anything that could even remotely mean she cared about him. He looked up at his mother, hope shining in her eyes.
"Really, Mom?" He asked, looking like a small puppy himself.
"Yes!" His mother replied with a hand on his shoulder, but the look on her face said other wise. "Who would touch up my roots? Fluff my fur?" She lifted her leg and plopped it in his arms, "Scrape the bunions off my feet?" 'There it is.' I thought. I could see Carlos shoulder's drop, his hope crushed.
"Yeah well maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing," Carlos said dully, dropping his mother's leg.
"Carlos, they have dogs in Auradon, remember?" Cruella reminded him, a smirk on her face.
I felt all of us tense my hands clenching into a fist until my mother slapped them open to fix something on my nail. I could feel Mal's and Jays' eyes on the two. Mal had that calculating look, but Jay looked like he was about to loose it. Carlos' eyes widened, being reminded of his worst fear.
"Oh no, I'm not going," Carlos stated glancing between Mal and Maleficent to his mother. Maleficent threw her head back in frustration. Clearly not thinking that we would need Carlos in the group. 'If only there was magic on the island.' I thought, hiding my snarl. Carlos maybe the smallest of the group, but where Mal strategized Carlos was a genius. His invention could be amazing if we could just find all the pieces to finish them, but even with all the stealing we do we can't steal what the island doesn't have.
"Well Jay is going," Jafar spoke up causing everyone to look at the old adviser in question. Even Jay looked at his father for a moment, everyone probably thinking that he would want Jay to stay and stock up his shelf. Maleficent raises an eyebrow clearly thinking she would need to manipulate him to let the boy go. Everyone knew that Jay was the muscle of the group. "While your daughter gets the wand to get up out of here. Jay is going to get me my staff." Maleficent grinned.
"Ahh yes your gold ruby eyed cobra head. It was truly a beautiful piece of magic to bad it's broken." Maleficent says.
"If you can break the barrier, you can fix my staff." Jafar says, crossing his arm. "Besides if we want to take over, your going to need everyone at full strength Maleficent."
Maleficent grinned grew "I knew you hadn't lost your touch Jafar."
Jafar pulled his son to the corner and spoke quietly to him. We all watched as Jay pulled the various things he had stolen that morning out of his pockets, vest, and wherever else he found room to store things. Jay was a far better thief than any of us; it had to be his charming smile. Jafar dropped the various items he had been holding when Jay pulled out a lamp.
He gasped, "A lamp!" Jafar may not have lost his touch, but not all his screws were tight and working. Jafar quickly began rubbing it hoping it would have a genie in it. Everyone in the room rolled their eyes.
"Dad, I- I already tried," Jay told his father quietly trying to stop him from embarrassing himself any further.
Jafar's face fell and looked at the lamp with disgust as he tossed it back to his son, having no purpose for it. Jafar never sold lamps, but that didn't mean he didn't want to get his hands on all of them on the island. I knew just from the look on Jay's face that he was beating himself up inside. He probably thinks he shouldn't bring home any lamps that didn't have genies in them, but the week he didn't bring any lamps, his father punched him so hard that Jay had his rings imprinted on his ribs.
"And I'm going to assume that you stole these and not persuaded people to just give them to you." He says, his disapproving stare setting on Jay who seemed to be trying to make himself smaller.
When Jafar was battling with Aladdin after genie granted his wish of becoming the most powerful sorcerer in the world, he didn't pay attention to Aladdin's damn monkey or Jasmine's baby tiger which got a hold of the genie lamp and gave it to Jasmine who used her three wishes to stop Jafar and take his scepter. However before Jafar was stripped completely of his power he placed some of it in his scepter. When Jay was born it turns out that he had the same magical abilities his father stored so long ago. Mal is able to tap into her power and knows how to summon them, however thanks to the barrier, knows nothing else about her power. So when Jay was born his eyes flashing a ruby red color sometime Jafar might have actually been proud of his son, thinking for some odd reason that he would be able to use his power. Knowing that no magic works on the island Jafar still wants his son to use magic of persuasion over stealing to fill up his shops. Stealing reminding him to much of his old enemies. Jay unlike Mal sucks at summoning his magic, but what's worse coming home empty handed or coming home with a huge load of items that you steal. Truth is they both are bad, but bringing Jafar stolen good is the only way Jay knew how to get his father's affections, even if its bad attention. If he brought home some type of treasures, Jafar would acknowledge him, until asking just how he got it only to get yelled at. If Jay didn't come home with enough stuff Jafar would call him useless and pathetic. Jay could never win, but he still tries. What makes it worse was that we could never talk to Jay about it, the minute we try he would smile and wave it off saying to let it go, and we all had our own problem to deal with. 'Hypocrite' I thought, 'can always fight for us, but goodness sake if we try to help him.' I twitched my nose and my mother grabbed my cheeks her sharp nails pressing into my cheeks. "We don't wrinkle our nose like a rabbit dearie" Although her voice was light her grip was anything, but gentle. I nodded my head feeling her let go.
"Evie's not going anywhere 'til we get rid of this unibrow," my mother added. I could feel myself getting embarrassed as I worriedly reached my hand up to my eyebrows to see if I had missed something in my morning pluck.
"So its agreed all of our children will be going" Maleficent exclaimed giving Creulla a look. Creulla opened her mouth about to protest until Maleficent stormed over to the table, dragging Mal with her. "Don't you argue Creulla." She says looking at the old fur diva. "People used to cower at the mention of our names!" she shouts. "For twenty years, I have searched for a way of this island," Maleficent told everyone as they gathered around the table. "For twenty years they have robbed us from our revenge! Revenge on Snow White and her scrawny little men," Maleficent told my mother. "Revenge on Aladdin and his cursed genie."
"I will-," Jafar began angrily, being held back by Jay or else we would be here all day listening to what Jafar would do.
Maleficent then made her way over to Carlos and his mother, "Revenge on a sneaky Dalmatian that escaped your clutches!"
"Oh but they didn't get baby," Cruella began to laugh manically playing with the stuffed dog around her neck, giving it a little squeak. "They didn't get the baby!" 'No, but they definitely stole your sanity' I thought, wanting nothing more than to gag at her stupid stuffed dog.
"And I, Maleficent, evilest of them all," Maleficent went on, snatching the my mothers mirror and admiring herself in it, "Will finally get my revenge on sleeping beauty and her relentless little prince." We teens all glanced at each other everything finally settling as to why Maleficent was so invested in this plan. She was hungry for revenge and with an opportunity finally presenting itself there was no way she wasn't going to take it.
Cruella held Carlos' head and began stroking his hair. For anyone else it would have looked like a comforting action, but to me it looked like Carlos was one of her little puppies that had escaped her grasp so long ago. She already treated him like her dog, it wouldn't be that much of a leap for her to finally loose all her sanity and try to skin him, like one.
"Villains." Maleficent exclaimed. Jafar and my mother replied with 'Yes?' while Cruella dropped Carlos' hair and picked up her morning fruit juice instead, waiting for the evil fairy to continue. "Our day has come," Maleficent handed my mother back her mirror, "EQ, give her the magic mirror."
My ears perked up. 'Magic mirror, I get a magic mirror.' I thought, feeling a wave of excitement coming over me. I see my mother pick up a small hand mirror looking at it one last time before handing it over to me. I couldn't help the look of disappointed on my face. "This is your magic mirror," I say flatly.
"Oh, it ain't what it used to be, then again neither are we," my mother says nudging Maleficent as they cackled to each other. She then looked back at me a small grin on her face, "It will help you find things."
"Like a prince!" I said grinning.
"Like my waistline," the Evil Queen says with a serious face that is usually her I want to laugh, but wrinkles.
"Like the magic wand! Hello?" Maleficent said frustrated. She thought for a moment, "Spell book… my book, I need my book."
My mother gestured to the old style fridge behind her and Maleficent jumped up, exclaiming, "The safe! Ah the safe!" It was odd to see Maleficent get this excited and it was a slight more scary than her usual self.
Struggling to open the fridge door she says, "Queen help me! I never can figure this thing out."
My mother sighs and stood up from her chair. Opening the safe with ease, "Voila" my mother says waving her hand in the air as if it was magic, before reaching into the fridge pulling out a big black book and walking back to the table, so Maleficent could get what she needed out of the fridge.
Although the fridge was just that a fridge our parents stuffed there greatest treasure there. It was rarely ever opened; it was only opened when something big was happening. 'I guess this counts as a big moment' I thought, trying to gently stretch my neck to see the other treasures that are in the fridge.
"Come darling, come!" Maleficent called to Mal, pulling a book out of the safe. Mal crossed over the room to her mother, curious if not a little worried at what her mother wanted.
"Oh there she is," Maleficent said admiring her spell book, cradling it like a baby. "It doesn't work here, but it will in Auradon." She says her eyes glazing over as she looked at my mother, "Ah, remember? When we were spreading fear and ruining lives?" She says, with a dreamy sigh.
"Like it was yesterday." My mother replies a small smile on her face, as even her face gets softer.
"And now you can make your own memories," Maleficent said to her daughter, her hand on her shoulder. "By doing exactly as I tell you," She snaps shoving the book into Mal's chest, who stumbled back a bit from the impact, but she didn't dare drop her mothers book.
"Now the car to Auradon will be here in the morning. So I suggest that you all get packed and ready for your mission." Maleficent said, moving back to her large lavish chair, waving her hand in dismissal.
"Come Evie we have to get your clothes packed. You need to have the best wardrobe at Auradon if you want to catch yourself a prince." My mother says, smiling as she gently pulls me out of my seat, that large book still in her hand. I sighed as a voice in the back of my head told me that my fingers were going to hurt tomorrow morning from all the sewing that needed to be done.
