Hey Descendants!

Twisted and I just want to thank you all for continuing to read our ever growing story. We've got lots of chapters heading your way, in fact I'm going to post another one tomorrow since this one is so short. Don't forget to review Twisted's questions at the end of the chapter, and if you have any questions or other comments, please let us know. It's always nice to hear from you awesome readers!


A few days later...

Hyades stands on the shore, watching as the Goblin ran back down the docks to the barge. Her bag was lighter now with two tablets and payment for their safe passage gone. Her latest letter to the King of Auradon were about Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos.

She wrote about everyone, but the Rotten Core and the Wharf Rats were special. She wrote about them at least a half dozen times each since she'd started this. She even wrote about T, though she left his name out per his request.

She sighs, half smiling at her almost ritualistic plea she made every time she passed the tablets off to the goblins. "Please, for the love of all the gods, let it reach someone who cares." She whispers softly. Usually she said the king, but she was starting to get desperate despite the swell of hope lodging under her ribs.

She'd taken extra care with this last letter. Though it was one of the few that she didn't let anyone else read, not even Yensid. It had been too raw. Too emotional. She'd given detailed descriptions of her friends in every way she could imagine, highlighting their good qualities while also showing the struggles and challenges they faced to overcome their more negative ones. She wrote about the goodness that lay beneath the facade they kept for the isle. She wasn't going to lie. It was definitely easier to write about some over the others, but they were all equally worth the effort.

She saw the beauty in all of them, and could only hope whoever reads her writing would come to love these people as much as she did.

Could see that they didn't belong here.

She was looking forward to the challenge of writing a similar letter on behalf of her cousin, and her first and second mates.

Though after writing her piece about Mal, she couldn't help but wonder how much of a challenge it would actually be.

She sighs as the barge blows it's last ear splitting horn before the ship begins to take off.

Hyades watches the goblin she'd given the tablet to as he continues to run across the barge, past a shadow running in the opposite direction. The ship moved five. Ten. Fifteen feet away.

Her heart was suddenly in her throat as she watched T bound over the last bushels of trash, before he takes a running leap off the edge of the barge. The whole dock shakes as he lands like a cat; on all fours. The bulging bags hanging on either side of him nearly throw him off his balance.

He looks around as if making sure no one caught his almost fall, his face falling as his eyes land on her. He drops his head and shakes it, before he starts heading her way.

Hyades bites her lips as she slowly lifts one hand and waves. He always got so embarrassed over things like that, and never believed her when she said she was impressed.

"Sup Deez?" He greets when he gets close enough. "Sendin' off more tablets?" He guesses.

"Yep, just watched the goblin run past you with them."

T nods his head, "What are you on now by the way, I lost count after bout one thirty..."

Hyades scrunches her nose up. How many had she sent. It never occurred to her to keep track, "I don't know. I've been sending them for a little over two years now. One or two a week." Her eyes narrow… Fifty two weeks in a year-

"Fuck." T's eyes widen. "I don't think I've ever stayed doin' anything for that long."

"Didn't you stalk us?" Hyades teases.

T looks away. "That's not what I mean, I meant stuff like lock picking- Woulda given it up if there was no sign of progress, is all."

Hyades shrugs, "My writing skills have improved."

"I fuckin' bet they have." T agrees. "You should let me read the next one. I wanna know how good you've gotten."

Hyades blinks, "You- You want to?" T had never expressed interest before, other than to demand that his name be left out if she insisted on using his likeness.

T nods his head. "Yeah, they've always sounded super cool. And you always have interesting outlooks on shit- I bet they're a good read." He adds with a lazy grin.

"Sure." Hyades smiles, "Yeah, I'd love to have you read it. Any of them. Just let me know."

"Sweet." T grins. "Maybe the two of us can teach Gil ta read while doin' it. He's always talkin' bout your stories-"

"Wait-" Hyades tilts her head to the side, "Gil can't read?"

T's eyes widen slightly as he takes a step back. "Fuck." He face palms, cursing himself.

"I don't know why you're upset," Hyades pulls her hand through her hair until she tugs at the ends, "that's something I should have known. He's one of my best frien-" She pops a hand over her mouth.

T pauses in his tirade, as he swivels his head back to Hyades. "I don't give a shit Deez, he's one of my best friends too… More reason I shouldn't have said it." He scratches the back of his head. "Just weird you didn't know is all…"

"He's always told me he like to hear me read, and I like doing a final pass over it to look for mistakes and stuff… I guess I just didn't put it together…" She frowns, her chest aching oddly at the idea of missing something so important about Gil.

T shrugs, "Well shrimpy's off the ship now." He grumbles, before he shakes his head. "So… What do you say? I doubt either of us have the patience ta teach him on our own… But together I bet he'd pick it up pretty quick..."

"I'd like that. But maybe you should ask him, or wait until I have a natural way to notice it. I don't want him to feel… bad or anything." Why else would he hide it from her?

"I can do that without makin' him feel dumb." T grins in reassurance, "Better for me that way, anyhow." He studies Deez for a moment. "Got a day in mind so the big guy has a day to look forward too- That's not Wednesday or Tuesday nights?"

"What happens on Tuesdays?" Hyades asks automatically, she knew about the Wednesday lessons with Jay, T had forced her to go a few times.

T shrugs, "Personal shit- So if Mal asks, tell her to put that in her pipe and smoke it."

"Whoa- That seemed…" Hyades rubs the back of her neck awkwardly, "Loaded…"

T snorts, "Mal's on a find out everything about T kick…" He shrugs, before he studies Hyades, "Weird she didn't involve you."

Hyades shrugs, "She was probably afraid I'd want to write about it, or that I'd end up tipping you off."

"S'not like Mal's the most subtle, nor is her gang." T looks away sheepishly. That wasn't true. Her gang knew plenty about him. Well atleast Evie and Carlos did. Jay and Mal- Not so much.

"I'm also not really a member…" She shrugs again, "Mal does a lot of things that are members only." She sighs, "What about Fridays? Uma usually has Harry stay late with her, and I'm sure she'd be alright with us teaching Gil to read even if he's on nightwatch, more eyes the better right?"

"Sounds like a plan, I'll let him know." T nods as he starts walking away.

"I'm glad, maybe this will cheer him up," She smiles and lightly claps, "he's seemed a little down lately."

T pauses before he turns around to look at Hyades with a frown. "Thought it was in my head." He admits sheepishly. "But I'll let you know if I figure that out too."


How did you guys like this chapter? Are you liking the growing friendship between the OCs? Better question... do you find them relatable? Are the cannon cast relatable with the slight tweaks we made? We do our best to try to make sure you guys are interested, and our characters are three dimensional. Is anyone feeling a bit flat to you? Please let us know. Every time we get the chance to write we go from 9 am till four am or later some nights, so don't be hesitant to call us out on a dropped ball. We care deeply for this story and these characters justice.

Much love and appreciation,

Dark and Twisted