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Mal and Evie
The two girls quickly found their dorm room and upon entering were greeted with a similar setting to Van's room. Albeit theirs was pinker much to their chagrin.
"Gross," Mal muttered.
"I know right," Evie added. "The setting isn't bad but all the pink ruins it. Do you think we'll be allowed to change the color scheme?"
"That depends on how long we're here," Mal answered. "Hopefully though."
She wanted to get the wand as soon as possible but if they were going to be living here, she at least wanted to make it more bearable. That said there was one other issue to deal with.
"Ugh, I am going to need some serious sunscreen," Mal complained. She wasn't used to this much sun, none of them were. On the Isle there was no sunlight, only clouds hovering above them. "E." Mal indicated to the curtain and they both closed them respectively. "Much better."
"We should unpack," Evie declared. She then moved to close the door. "But first, I wanna try out something."
Evie extended out her right hand and concentrated. Five seconds later, the mirror her mother gave her appeared in a puff of blue smoke. Evie smiled with pride. While she never had the chance to try it before, she knew the theory from her grandmother and how to properly channel and cast her magic. It was the same for most kids who had a magical parent.
Not wanting to be left out, Mal held out her right hand and summoned fire. The flame was in the form of a fireball and was purple in appearance. A second later she extinguished it.
"That was fun," Evie admitted.
"No kidding," Mal agreed with her friend. "It's a lot stronger than two months ago."
"Makes you wonder why they don't use it that much," Evie continued.
She never understood why Auradon was so set on retiring magic. Sure it could do bad things, but good came from it as well.
"Whatever the case, things should go a lot smoother from now on," Mal brushed off. "Speaking of which, I wonder how the boys are getting on."
Jay and Carlos
Much like their friends, the duo arrived at their room. However, they were amazed with everything they saw.
"Wow, actual beds," Carlos exclaimed. "Looks like we'll actually be able to sleep for once."
"No kidding," Jay quickly agreed. "Better than what he has to deal with at home."
Carlos had to sleep in his mother's dressing room on a lumpy mattress which was quite difficult until Evie gave him a pillow that supposedly came from one of the castles in Auradon. Jay had it much rougher. He slept on a rug beneath a shelf filled with heavy tv's which surprisingly hadn't collapsed and crushed him to death so far.
"Woah check out this tv," Carlos exclaimed. "Check out this game console."
The tv's they had on the Isle were old fashioned, and the only games they had were at Dr. Faciliers Voodoo Arcade.
"The things I could get from this place," Jay said thinking of everything he could steal from this room and this school.
Overall, Jay and Carlos were adapting a lot quicker than the others were.
Van and Ven
There was an awkward silence between the two boys as they finally released hands. They both stared at each other, with mixed expressions. Van had a neutral one, while Ven had a nervous one, and for good reason.
He had only recently found out his roommate was from the Isle of the Lost, and Vanitas' son to boot. Growing up he had heard stories about what his uncle was like and the things he had done from his dad and Uncle Sora. And it frightened him. That man tried to hurt his family, and now his son was here with him. What if he held a grudge against them and tried to act on it? What if he summoned Unversed to attack him?
Van, oblivious to Ven's thoughts, moved aside and shut the curtains, and proceeded to close the remaining curtains. His action only confused (and scared) Ven even more.
"Um, what are you doing?" Ven asked uncertainly.
"Closing the curtains, what does it look like I'm doing?" Van deadpanned. "I'm not used to this much sunlight. Actually, scratch that, I'm not used to sunlight in general."
"Why not?" Ven asked confused.
Van shot him a look that had "are you serious?" written over his face.
"The Isle doesn't get sunlight. We constantly have clouds looming over us that sometimes bring rain, or in winter's case, snow," he explained. "We've never experienced the sun before today."
Ven was both saddened and intrigued to hear that. The sun was something he experienced every day here in Auradon. It was warm, beautiful, and had a peaceful impression on many. The idea that someone had never experienced its rays sounded wrong, at least in his opinion. However, he did find it intriguing because, without the sun, plant life couldn't grow there. So, how did the residents survive then?
Once again, oblivious to his cousin's thoughts, Van proceeded to unpack. Inside his bad was mostly clothing but there was also a journal filled with techniques he practiced, a pen and pencil, and a notebook or two for school. His parents had been thorough when packing his bag. Ven watched him the entire time, much to Van's annoyance.
"Okay, you can either sit there staring at me all day, or you can tell me what's wrong," Van declared.
"W-W-What?" Ven replied clearly startled. "Nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong? Do you think somethings wrong?"
Van rolled his eyes at Ven's obviousness. Dizzy could sometimes be like this but she was better at hiding it.
"You're scared of me," Van stated. "That much is obvious. And while that is the case for some people normally there's a reason behind it, and usually, after I've done something."
"I-I'm not scared of you," Ven argued weakly.
Van didn't buy it.
"Look Ven, we're going to be roommates for the year whether you like it or not so if it's all the same to you, I'd rather just cut past all the bullshit and deal with whatever hateful or terrifying concerns you have about me now," Van said coldly. He didn't care if he was being rude, he had much better things to be doing with his life than dealing with a kid constantly afraid of him. "So, here's how things are going to work. I'll ask you a question, you answer. You ask me a question, I'll answer. That sound good to you?"
Ven quickly nodded. He was really scared of Van now.
"Okay then, I'll go first," Van decided. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Yes," Ven blurted out.
He quickly covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to be so forward.
"Why?" Van asked.
"W-What?" Ven responded confused, causing Van to roll his eyes again.
"Why are you afraid of me?" Van deadpanned, "We literally just met, and the only thing I've done is introduce myself."
Ven stared at the ground in shame. Van did have a point.
"Is it because of who my father is?" Van asked.
It seemed like the most logical reason.
"I've heard a lot of stories about him," Ven admitted. "The things he did, and the things he could do." Ven continued to stare at the ground. "And I'm worried that you'll."
"That I'll do the same," Ven nodded, causing Van to sigh. "Ven, I don't know what you've heard, though I have a pretty good idea, but my dad isn't like that anymore. Sure, he can be strict and a bit of an asshole from time to time but other than that he's a good guy. Aside from when you piss him off that is, but a good guy mostly. It's the same for some of the other Isle residents."
Ven stared at his cousin, not quite believing him, however, he couldn't sense any lies in his voice.
"I'm not going to go seeking revenge in his name or anything like that. He moved on from that a long time ago," Van explained much to Ven's surprise. "I'm not going to hurt you either, not unless you give me a reason to."
Ven blinked. "Such as?"
"Trying to kill or attack me or one of my friends, seriously insulting me unprovoked, stealing from me," Van listed off. "Those sort of things."
"Oh, I see," Ven murmured. "You don't have to worry about any of those things… from me."
Van sighed. "Well, at least you're being honest about it."
Ven didn't reply, not immediately.
"There is one thing I would like to know if you don't mind me asking," he said.
"Shoot," Van replied.
"Your dad could summon Unversed. Can you do that?" Ven asked.
Van was surprised by the question. He had expected it at some point but not this soon.
"No," he answered. "At least I don't think I can. I've never tried it, and my dad never said anything about how to do it either. I don't I can though, I mean dad was only able to do that because he separated from Ventus and embodied all his darkness but I'm not like that, so I don't think it's possible."
It was true. He didn't know if it was even possible for him to summon Unversed, and if he was being honest with himself, he hoped he never did. His father had told him about what happened when Unversed were destroyed, how they returned to him only to be redistributed again afterward. Worst of all was the pain he felt when they were destroyed. The Unversed were apart of him so it was natural for him to feel hurt when one of them. Vanitas hadn't gone into too much detail about it, but he described it as like stabbed over and over again. Personally, he didn't mind a little pain from fights as that was natural, but to be in a constant state of pain was something he couldn't bear.
"I see," Ven finally said. "Well, then that's alright."
It seemed for the moment, the issues between the two of them were resolved, much to Van's relief.
Van quickly unpacked the rest of his stuff and put it away as orderly as he could. He contemplated asking Ven some questions of his own but decided enough was enough for today. They would have plenty of time to get to know each other during the semester.
"Hey, I'm going to check on the others," Van announced as he headed towards the door. "See you later."
Ven said nothing and went back to his textbooks. It was going to be a long semester, especially with the amount of homework he had to do.
Jay and Carlos's room
Van headed towards the boy's room and upon entering saw that Mal and Evie had already arrived. Carlos was playing a game while Jay showed Mall all of the stuff he had stolen since arriving. That boy sure didn't waste any time.
"Okay, so you could do that or, you could leave all of this here and pick it up when we take over the world," Mal said mockingly.
"You sound just like your mom," Evie noted.
"Thank you," Mal responded cheerfully with her hand over her heart.
Her mother was the person she aspired most to be like. And hearing that she sounded like her was one of the highest compliments she received from her best friend.
"You do it your way, and I'll do it mine," Jay snidely.
"Or you could stop now before you get caught and sent back," Van said making his presence known.
Jay shot him an incredulous look, while Mal and Evie were merely amused. Jay was many things but being easy to catch wasn't one of them.
"Ah, the boy in no mask decided to grace us with his presence," Mal said sarcastically.
"Nice to see you to dragon girl," Van grinned. "Oh wait, you can't turn into a dragon."
Despite the hatred between their parents, Van and Mal got on well, though they usually exchanged sarcastic comments and insults with each other. The fact that Van was best friends with her brother also helped.
"Die suckers! Haha. Jay come check this thing out man, it's awesome!" Carlos encouraged as he held out the controllers.
Jay quickly proved to be a natural at the game as he started taking enemies apart left and right.
'Hmm, maybe this won't be so hard after all,' Van thought. 'I mean if Jay can be swayed like this then the only real issue is Mal.'
"Guys," Mal called out annoyed. "Do I have to remind you what we're all here for?"
"Fairy Godmother, blah, blah, blah, magic wand, blah, blah, blah," Jay replied mockingly.
With that, Mal only became more frustrated at their lack of care for the situation.
"This is our one chance to prove ourselves to our parents," Mal said firmly. "To prove to them that we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cruel." Her eyes glared coldly at them. "Yeah?"
Unfortunately, not everyone took it that way.
"Our one chance?" Van asked incredulously. "Don't you mean your one chance?"
All eyes were on him now.
"Don't give me that look. We all know how you want to prove yourself to your mother Mal, it's not like you try and hide it," Van told them. "But none of us do. Our parents don't want us to prove ourselves to them. Cruella just wants Carlos to be her slave, while his dad is different." Carlos stared at the ground sadly. "Jafar just wants Jay to steal for him." Jay tightened his grip on the controllers. "Evie's parents want her to do well in life." Evie wore a neutral expression as she listened. "And my parents want me to follow my heart and do what I believe is best."
"Well, my mom isn't like your family Van," Mal snapped. The anger was evident in her voice but there was also a hint of sadness. "She expects a lot from me. I'm so sick of disappointing her and not living up to the name she gave me. Do you have any idea of what that's like? To have a name and not be fully worthy of it?"
She was on the verge of tears but managed to hold them back. Crying was a sign of weakness on the Isle, a sign you were vulnerable, and she couldn't afford that, not now.
"No, I don't. But that doesn't explain why you're acting this way?" Van asked still not understanding Mal's behavior. "The only thing she ever does is insult you for not being evil enough. Even if you get the wand there's no guarantee she'll treat you any better. So why do what she wants, and not what you want?"
Mal took a deep breath and stared at Van with hard eyes.
"You're right, I do want her respect," Mal confirmed. "And there is no guarantee she'll treat me any better if I succeed. But if I fail, do you have any idea what she'll do to me, to all of you?"
That one question created a deafening silence between the five VK's. Carlos looked incredibly nervous, Jay gulped, Evie's expression became worried, while Van's face was sympathetic.
He should have known from the beginning. Mal may have respected her mother, but she also feared her. And on the Isle, if you said no to Maleficent or failed her in any form it would have serious consequences. Van never did what Maleficent said, mostly because they avoided each other like a plague. However, if she tried something, he could protect himself, but with Mal, it wasn't the same. Maleficent knew her daughter's weaknesses and how to get under her skin. If Mal returned to the Isle without the wand, her mother would definitely punish her. She would try to punish them all.
'This goes against what my mom said but I need to help her,' Evie decided. 'For the time being at least. I'll just have to work out a way to make sure we fail and not get caught. Mal can be persuaded over time but I'm not letting her go at this alone. I'd be a poor excuse of a BF if I didn't.'
"Van, I understand where you're coming from, but for now we need to focus on the task at hand," Van stared at her in disbelief. "Otherwise, Mal will try and go at this alone. And we don't want that do we?"
Realization dawned on the dark-haired boy as he saw the implications of what she was saying. Mal gave her friend a grateful look. At least she was on her side.
"Thanks E," Mal said.
"What are friends for?" Evie replied.
She sat down at the table and took out her magic mirror.
"Time to get down to business. Mirror mirror in my hand, where does Fairy Godmother's wand stand?" Evie asked.
There was a moment filled with haze as the mirror changed from her reflection to the wand they were searching for. Instead of giving it more orders, Evie waved her hand over it and the next thing they saw was the building it was being kept at, the Museum of Cultural History. Carlos was already typing up the address on a laptop Jay stole. Mal was ready to set out when Evie stopped her.
"Hold on M, we should see how many guards there are first," she warned as she waved her hand again. Much to all of their surprise, there was only one. "One? Seriously!"
"There's no way it's that easy," Jay exclaimed.
As a master thief, he knew better than anyone, no heist was simple. There were always complications.
"Check the cameras from here to there," Carlos said. "They could probably catch us."
"By them, you SHIELD?" Mal said. "Yeah, no way they aren't spying on the kids fresh off the Isle."
Evie waved her hand again, only to find that no one from SHIELD or any faction was watching them.
"Okay putting one of the most powerful objects in the universe at a local museum with low security and few cameras, that's basically asking to have it stolen," Van said.
For once, everyone was in complete agreement.
"It's Auradon," Mal said. "Everyone is raised to be all goody-two-shoes and stuff. They probably wouldn't expect this sort of thing."
Now that made sense.
"Whatever the case, we need to deal with those cameras first," Carlos stated. "I could hack into them but it will take time."
"We don't have that much time," Mal informed them as she stood in front of the laptop with her mother's spellbook. She pointed her hand at the device and purple sparks appeared. "Beware, forswear, give us control of the camera's software!"
In an instant, the screen on the computer changed and it matched up with all the cameras in the area, including the museums.
Carlos was both impressed, and mind boggled.
"Since when does Maleficent have spells for manipulating technology?" he asked stunned.
"She doesn't," Mal answered. "With the right will and the right rhymes, anything is possible."
Carlos didn't even bother questioning it as Mal was the magic expert, not him. He got straight to work on the cameras. At first, he planned to disable them but quickly realized that was a bad idea. He didn't know if their little hack had been picked up on and he sure wasn't waiting to find out. So, instead, he opted to alter what was being recorded. Now the cameras wouldn't show them, and neither would the cameras on the outside of the museum, as well as the main section inside.
"It's done," Carlos said as the others stood up ready to leave.
"Great," Mal said. "Let's move out."
Museum of Cultural History
They arrived at the museum much quicker than they thought they would, encountering little to no difficulty along the way. Guided by the mirror they found the best entrance where they could see the security guard observing the monitor through the window, along with several artifacts. These included: Maleficent's Spindle, Genie's Lamp, Cinderella's Glass Slipper, and Loki's Sceptre. As it was at the center, the Spindle had everyone's attention.
"That's your mom's spindle," Jay laughed alongside Carlos and Van.
"Kinda dorky," Carlos added.
"All that talk she gives about being the evilest, yet her grand plan is a stupid piece of junk," Van mocked. And then, in the same tone she used after stealing from a baby. "I'm so disappointed."
Mal growled at their insults, though secretly she felt the same way. For years her mother described the spindle as a sinister, evil, deadly trap that lured their victim to eternal doom. This, however, was depressing, and if she were being honest, downright boring.
"It's magic. It doesn't have to look scary," Mal defended as she started looking through her spellbook. "Magic spindle do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger."
Nothing happened.
"Impressive," Jay snarked.
"I got chills," Carlos deadpanned.
At this point, Mal had had enough.
"Prick the finger, prick it deep. Send my enemy off to sleep," Mal chanted.
This time something did happen. The guard got up and approached Spindle with an emotionless expression. He reached out and touched the tip with his finger and sparks flashed. A few seconds later he was lying next to the spindle fast asleep.
"Not so dorky now, huh?" Mal said as she tried to open the door, only to find it was locked.
"Allow me," Jay offered before being stopped by Mal.
"No, kicking down the door isn't going to help. We need to be more subtle than that," Mal told him. She then turned to the youngest member of their group. "Van, you're up."
"Got it," he said quietly.
Taking a step back Van held out his right hand. A second later, his keyblade flashed into existence. The keyblade's appearance was comprised of a guard with a red and black feather-like appearance, black handle, long black shaft with red ribbons attached to it, a red heart where the shaft met the handle, a blackbird at the teeth with red feathers. There were several keychains attached to it, the final being a smaller version of his Wayfinder.
Everyone (Van included) was curious about its current capabilities. On the Isle, they had seen Van fight with it, however, because of the barrier, most of its powers were sealed away. Here in Auradon it would flourish and have its full abilities unlocked. It would take time, but it would happen.
Van aimed his keyblade at the door and a small light circled around the tip of the blade and shot at the door, undoing all the locks and opening up the door.
"So this is what it feels like," Van murmured softly.
The feeling of power, the ability to open anything and do so much more with the keyblade, was difficult to describe. It didn't feel bad though, which was good, right? He wondered if this was how Sora felt when he used the keyblade like this for the first time.
"Van," Evie called out concerned.
"I'm fine," he quickly shrugged. "Let's move on."
"Wait for a second!" Carlos warned as he ran inside.
He went up to the computer with the cameras and with a few keystrokes, the cameras were all turned off. Now they could do whatever the hell they wanted.
"Nice job," Mal complimented. "Now let's find the wand."
The five VK's moved throughout the museum guided by the mirror. As they climbed the stairs, they soon entered the Gallery of Villains where they saw statues of their parents or at least some of them. There was Regina in her black dress holding up an apple with black fog (presumably the dark curse) surrounding her; Jafar holding his Snake Staff; Cruella in her large fur dalmatian coat as she chased after dalmatian puppies; Chernabog as he rose from Bald Mountain; Loki in his golden armour; Maleficent holding her Dragon Sceptre; and Master Xehanort holding up his keyblade in a fighting stance with shadow heartless surrounding him.
Surprisingly, the other half of their parents weren't here. Van's father wasn't here for some reason, though he didn't seem to care much.
Each VK had a different reaction to what they saw.
"Mom?" Evie whispered.
She was a little unnerved at how life-like these statues were. It was almost as if they were in their parent's presence right now.
"Killer," Jay exclaimed.
"I'll never forget Mother's Day again," Carlos said fearfully.
The Isle didn't celebrate the day or any holidays. Not even Christmas. Birthday's might have been celebrated from time to time but that was it. When you lived on an island with almost nothing but bad memories there was hardly anything worth celebrating.
"So that's Xehanort," Van snarled.
What he wouldn't give to slice that statue apart here and now with his keyblade, or at least strike raid it in half. It was no secret he hated the man and wouldn't change his opinion anytime soon.
Mal just stared at the statue of her mother with a troubled expression.
"Well, the wand's not here, so let's bounce," Jay decided clapping his hands together. "Let's go."
Van quickly walked away knowing that if he stayed another second, he would destroy something. Everyone but Mal was quick to follow.
Mal continued to stare at her mother's statue worried.
'The future of the free world rests on your shoulders, don't blow it,' her mother's voice echoed.
Mal wouldn't admit this to anyone but, she felt a lot of pressure at the task she was given. Her mother expected her to succeed and free her from the Isle, free all the villains of the Isle but, was that what she wanted? The only thing she had ever wanted was to make her mother proud, despite how impossible it seemed. She wanted her acknowledgement, was that really so much to ask? If she failed, well, she didn't really want to think about it. However, if she came back empty-handed it wouldn't be simple insults and scolding this time, it would be much worse.
That left her with the question, could she do it? Was she capable of pulling off such a feat? She didn't know, and that scared her. She didn't want to fail, but at the same time, she didn't know if she wanted to succeed. It was a very complicated situation for her.
'I don't know what I should do,' Mal lamented.
Unbeknownst to Mal, her fear and insecurity became darkness which slowly spread to the statue.
"Mal," Evie called having come back. "Come on!"
And she was gone again
That's when Mal heard and evil cackle behind her as the statue came to life.
"W-What?" Mal exclaimed horrified. "How?"
This didn't make any sense. How could her mother be here? She was still on the Isle, Mal knew she was.
"Don't be so serious darling!" Maleficent cackled. Then her tone turned serious. "I was like you once. Weak, vulnerable, insecure. But, I stopped listening to my heart and started using my head. And look at me now. I am strong, powerful, confident, and feared."
Mal found the idea of her mother being insecure hard to believe considering how strong-willed she was. Then again, she didn't know much about her past so she couldn't comment.
Extending out her hand, a sphere of darkness formed that soon consumed them both.
The entire room was eclipsed in darkness. Mal couldn't hear or see anything. She couldn't call out to her friends, though she wasn't sure she should. It would be a sign of weakness in front of her mother.
Maleficent smirked evilly at her daughter. It was good that she was still capable of instilling fear after all these years. Fear was one of the most useful tools in the world and it was especially efficient in getting what you wanted. If you asked people would give you something without question, or wanting anything in return. It was perfect.
"Listen up!" Maleficent commanded in a harsh tone, causing Mal to flinch. "Now is not the time for doubt, nor insecurity. It is time for action. Here and now, you and your... companions, the Sora spawn included, have a golden opportunity to free us from the wretched confines of this infernal prison. Focus on nothing else but this, and all shall be well."
Mal knew what Maleficent wanted her to do, what she was supposed to do. That didn't wipe away her insecurities.
"Let me ask you something. Do you want your brothers or friends to continue living this life? A life where you are starving most days with nothing to eat but rotten food? A life where death is always a possibility? A life where you are utterly powerless?" the Mistress of Evil asked.
Mal froze. She did not want that. Not for anyone she cared about.
"Tell me, have you forgotten how Auradon has treated us these past years, or how they refused to help us six years ago?" Maleficent continued.
Mal felt her entire insides freeze as cold as ice. She glared at her mother with a hardened expression.
"I could never forget even if I tried," she snarled. "I was there after all. I saw the pain, the despair." A small tear fell down her cheek. "I remember them. I found their bodies after all."
Mal had seen many disturbing things on the Isle along with unfortunate encounters that left her scarred. But that moment, that one incident would forever haunt her.
"Then get me the wand, unless you want them all to end up like your brothers," Maleficent ordered, only to be surprised by an ice-cold glare from Mal whose eyes were glowing stronger than they ever had.
Mal's fury began to affect the area. The illusion of darkness began to break away and a ring of blue fire began to form around them. Several cracks began to form around the area.
"Fine, I'll get you your fucking wand," she growled with such anger it made Maleficent (or her statue) flinch. "I know what happens if I fail. But mark my words Maleficent, if you ever speak ill of them in front of me again, then you won't have to worry about any of the heroes because I'll kill you myself."
That was the first time she had ever threatened her mother like that. Both women were a little surprised by the act. Considering Mal got her temper from her father it might not have been as surprising. However, it didn't matter, no one talked shit about her brothers and got away with it.
Using her own magic, Mal unleashed a force that destroyed the illusion and some of the room. Maleficent was sent flying back against the wall. When Mal regained composure, she was a statue again.
"Hey," Evie said catching Mal by surprise. "Let's." Then she saw the room. "What in Hades! M, what happened?"
Mal didn't answer immediately. She was still trying to calm down as blue flames burned and her eyes glowed green with fury.
"M, M, look at me," Evie said softly. "You need to calm down or we'll be found."
Mal hesitated for a moment before the flames disappeared and her eyes returned to normal. She was panting heavily.
"Sorry, I just had," she stopped herself short. "You know what I'll tell you later. Help me fix this up?"
Combining their magic, Mal and Evie stiched the room back together as though it had never been damaged in the first place. Before they returned to their friends, Mal took one last look at the statue.
'What was all that? Did I imagine it?' Mal wondered. 'Whatever the case, let's just get this over with.'
Mal arrived alongside her friends at the site of the wand, which was surrounded by some form of energy. She didn't feel any excitement though or enthusiasm. She should have but the previous encounter left her drained.
Van was nervous. He hadn't expected them to get this far. How could they end up failing and not get caught at this rate?
'Ugh, why did the heroes have to make getting this far so easy?' he internally groaned. 'There's been no resistance, no proper security measures, no alarms. The only thing there's been is this damn hovering light. Wait, hovering light?' That's when realization struck him like lightning. 'Maybe, just maybe, it has a. It must. Even the heroes aren't stupid enough to leave something of this magnitude unguarded. How do I set it off though without betraying the others?' That's when he saw Jay moving towards the wand, causing him to let out a small smirk. 'If I know Jay, and I do, he'll try and steal it simply because it's right there.'
And Jay did not disappoint. Immediately he tried to enter, much to Mal's horror.
"Jay don't," she warned. "Wait, no, no, no."
Of course, he didn't listen. He smirked at her and made an attempt to grab the wand only to be repelled by a force field, causing the alarm to go off and wake up the guard who immediately started searching for the intruders.
The VK's covered their ears at the loud noise they were hearing.
"A force field and a siren," Carlos exclaimed.
"That's just a little excessive," Jay complained as he struggled to stand up.
Instead of arguing about it, the five VK's proceeded to escape the museum while narrowly avoiding the guard who checked on the wand. At the entrance there was a phone call which Carlos intercepted, wanting to calm the situation as much as possible. The fewer people knew about this, the better.
"Hello. Uh, uh, just give me one second, one second," Carlos typed a few buttons and turned off the alarm. "Uh yeah, yeah. No, false alarm. It was a malfunction in the, uh, in the LM 714 chip in the breadboard circuit. Yeah, okay. Say hi to the missus."
Van had to admit, Carlos' tech whiz impressed him from time to time.
"Carlos," Mal hissed.
"You're welcome," Carlos shrugged as he ran after the others.
Honestly, it was frustrating how little credit he got for trying to help.
"Way to go Jay. Now we have to go to school tomorrow," Mal complained. 'Though honestly, I'm a little relieved we didn't succeed tonight.'
"My bad," he apologised.
Van, on the other hand, was relieved that they had failed. That meant there was still a chance he could fulfil his promise to his father.
Van and Ven's room
Van silently crept back into his own room. It was late and he didn't want to wake Ven, who was fast asleep on his bed much to his relief.
Trying not to male too much noise, Van got changed and entered his own bed. Much to his surprise, it was very soft, and the duvet provided much warmth. Auradon Prep had some perks it seemed. Beds on the Isle weren't exactly easy to come by. His own bed was a single mattress while his parents slept on a double one.
As he lay in his bed, the events from the entire day played over in his head. So much, had happened in so little time. This morning he was just a boy from the Isle causing random trouble, and now he was a student at a school in Auradon trying to set an example and foil an evil fairy's plan. Life sure worked in mysterious ways.
He thought about his parents, and friends and how they might have been doing. He thought about the other Isle residents, about Ben, and about Ven. He didn't know what to think of them, but they didn't seem bad, at least not to him. Ven was a little timid but other than that he was alright.
He thought about his companions who came with him. He knew it wouldn't be easy to change them (mostly Mal) but he didn't care. He wouldn't give up. Not without a fight.
And that was a promise.
Hi there. Well, what did you think of that? I showed a bit of everyone's first time in their room because I thought it would be a bit different.
What did you think of Ven? He's a bit timid and shy but he's going to change as the story goes on. While this will follow the 'Descendants' movie there will be different story arcs taking place for different characters.
I hope no ones minds me making Mal and Evie more proficient in magic. While they wouldn't be able to practice it they would know the theory behind it. Also, I thought it would make sense if the VK's more cautious about robbing the museum instead of just making things up on the spot.
Regarding songs I will be sticking with the film, though part me wonders if I could put in ones from Kingdom Hearts and other Disney movies since they're all part of the same franchise.
Anyway, this is where the real story starts. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.