Hiyo Fellow Descendants!

History was so one of my favorite subjects when I was in school. You ready to see what the Sea Family does when they learn a history other than the one the villains want them to know? We were. I mean Obvi right? Or else we wouldn't have written it. We hope you enjoy the chapter as much as we had fun writing it.

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Watching Deez and Gil work to create a sword had been fascinating. He was impressed with how well the two worked together. Deez jumping in to reheat the metal without so much as a cue from Gil showed an amazing awareness and sense of trust between them. The fact that they'd managed to make it in less than five hours even more so.

The two had been so humble when he'd shared his opinions. It never ceased to amaze him that these children managed to stay kind and positive, despite their circumstances.

It was astounding that they could work so cohesively. The entire family. He wasn't sure what it was that Deez alerted to, but there had been several times her head had whipped up and she'd taken off towards the pool. He'd watched a few times, curious as to what she was doing. But she had only heated the pool up for the three swimming in it, or the last time when she'd been there to dry them off before they'd been out of the pool long enough to get a chill.

Even with whatever had transpired in the cabin earlier, it was clear this family loved and trusted each other deeply. And the fact they could was nothing short of a miracle.

The passion burning in each one of them shone all the brighter for their fight to keep it alive in a world that would have doused the spark of even the most caring of Auradonians.

But these children were so appreciative, so grateful for his help it often left him speechless. And at such simple things. He would've helped them even if they weren't though.

Formulating the correct dimensions and assisting with the mold for the cannonballs they were hoping to make had been an easy task for him. And the smile on their faces as he explained the best way to make a war hammer melted his heart like nothing else could have. Had they not already spent far more than his allotted 'few hours' on individual projects, he would have enjoyed helping them get started on that.

Next time.

He never would have thought he'd come to care about these children as much as he did his own daughter. But, how could he not? If anything he was ashamed of himself for not getting to know them sooner. For keeping what distance he had kept between himself and them, all because of an oath made in ignorance.

He truly regretted not seeking these types of relationships out sooner.

Not to mention how bright they were. All of them. Even with their lack of schooling, they were figuring out their school work much quicker than he'd anticipated. To say he was shocked by how well rounded and polite to him they were would be a severe understatement.

He'd never been as happy with his decision to come over and help with the kids of the Isle as he had been when Deez banged on his door, seeking out help for T. Faustina. And later when he saw Harry and Uma work so hard to keep their family member alive, trusting a virtual stranger on the word of another child that he would help. And then the trust Deez and Gil held in them while they were being kept away. It was nothing short of astounding.

The fact T hadn't immediately run away was a true testament to how grateful the boy could be. He hadn't spent much time with Faustina, but he remembered the way she would occasionally wake up, always concerned about Uma despite the debilitating pain she must've been in. It spoke volumes about her fortitude and character.

His smile widens as his eyes scan the five of them. Each diligently bent over their workbooks, dedicated to bettering themselves and each other.

His eyes flick to where Gil and Deez were leaning together as she helped him with English, the sight made his chest fill with a warmth he hadn't felt in years.

And the way Uma and Harry were back to back using each other as support working on their history assignments. Occasionally they would ask each other questions as they bounced from workbook to textbook. It was nothing less than, dare he say, adorable.

He hadn't missed the fact that they'd all congregated to their favorite subjects.

His smile falters however when he looks back at T. He shouldn't be surprised the boy had secluded himself so far away from the others, his back to the cliff. What did surprise him was the fact he was already nose deep in his science workbook. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen the boy so still.

He didn't miss the looks of concern that Uma and Harry kept sending his way. He would be lying to himself if their concern wasn't making him feel similar.

He shakes his head. It had been a while since someone last checked on him more than with a look, but best to check to see how he was doing last.

His feet lead him to the Captain and her First Mate. He smiles as he joins them in the sand.

"Hey, Yensid." Uma greets him with a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes.

"Hiya." Harry nods at him. "Can'nah we be helpin' ya?"

He chuckles. "That's what I was about to ask the two of you." Something was clearly bothering them, "How's your work coming along? Anything I can assist with?"

Uma frowns, "I can spell the names- But is knowing how to say them important? I keep getting stuck on this T one." She asks as she points to the name in question.

He leans forward glancing at the name that was tripping her up. "It's not that important to know their names so much as what they did, and how they overcome their challenges and shaped our history. But if it's bothering you, it's pronounced Tee-an-ah."

"Huh," Uma nods, "I've liked reading about her the most so far. She's such a hard worker compared to most of the others. Like she earned her happy ending where the others were either born to it or fell in."

Yensid smiles. Uma would respect a hero based on their work ethic and self-made merits. She shared many of those same traits she found herself admiring in Queen Tiana.

"Aye." Harry chuckles. "But I be ah likin her prince more. He be knowin' it be important ta be ah cuttin' loose an' enjoyin' the finer things." He flips through the book until he opens it on a picture of an archer, "Robin be me favorite by far though."

He was surprised his favorite wasn't Flynn. "Ah, the hero who robbed from the rich to provide for the poor who were suffering under the false rule of a tyrannical king and ended up fighting a war to reestablish the true king back to power."

"He be ah doin' the wrong things for the right reasons, I can be ah respectin' that."

"Oh, he's a good one too." Uma agrees. "His story is so different than so many of these, it's crazy he didn't join our parents here."

"Well, he was only a villain to the man who stole power in order to serve his own self-interests and not to aid the people whom he was sworn to serve."

"Yeah, King John and the Sheriff of knottin-whatever are such douche bags-" Uma rolls her eyes, "Their kids are too. Self-entitled shits."

"Aye. But so be Hans an' his kid." Harry chuckles, "Ya know, this ain'nah bein' the history I be ah rememberin' the school teachin' when we be ah goin'."

"Ah," Yensid grins, "You've got one good memory there, Harry. You're right. I got these books special ordered from the commissary. You've all heard the stories from the sides of those on this side of the Isle, so I wanted to make sure you all got a fresh perspective from their counterparts' point of view. The tr-"

"Truth is actually somewhere in the middle of the two." Deez finishes for him without even looking up from her own notebook.

"Exactly." Yensid turns to smile at her. It always surprised him how deeply the demi-goddess took his words to heart. He'd learned very quickly to be careful with his words around that one. She was a sponge when it came to philosophy.

"My favorite is Her-cul-es." Gil grins, only too happy to put down his workbook. "He started off not able to control what little powers he kept, but worked hard to get stronger despite everyone looking down on him."

"Mine's Queen Belle." Deez blushes, "She likes books and wasn't scared to do what she knew was right for her family."

He chuckles. Of course they would be the favorites of those two. "I've met both of them. Hercules is much like you, Gil." He smiles, "A gentle giant." He turns to Deez, "And the Queen is one of the smartest people I've ever met. If ever you two were to meet, I know the two of you would get along well." He chuckles.

Deez smiles as she hugs her notebook to her chest, "That would be really cool." She sighs before she bumps her shoulder against Gil's, "So would meeting Hercules and Megara. My father and Pain and Panic talk about them a lot."

"They are all amazing people." He smiles, "And-" He frowns, "I believe Megara was really good friends with your father. She put up quite the ruckus when she found out he was being sent to the Isle with the rest of the villains."

"He apparently wasn't even upset about her betraying him for long. But I didn't know she fought to keep him in the Underworld," Her eyes narrow thoughtfully, "I don't think he does either."

"You wouldn't be wrong, her and Hercules didn't find out until after the deed was done." He explains. "It was quite the headliner for a while."

Uma furrows her brow as a frown pulls at her lips, "Any of the other heroes stick up for their villains?"

"Belle thought of Gaston as more of a jackass than a villain. And Peter was upset when Captain Hook was taken from Neverland. But they didn't stand up quite as loudly as Megara and Hercules."

"That's confusing." Deez frowns as she props her notebook back on her knees.

"The world is more than black and white my dear, some of the villains are a lot worse than the others. By perspective, those two weren't the worst by far. In fairness, King Adam held Belle hostage when they first met, and Captain Hook never tried to kill any of the Lost Boys."

"Just that scurvy flyin' rat." Harry mocks his father.

"Well, yes, but Peter was more amused by it than not. His attitude is much like T's." Or at least how T used to be. "Reckless, carefree, and curious."

"I miss carefree T." Deez pouts as she writes in her notebook.

The other three fall silent as they turn to look at the boy in question. However, when T looks up, they all turn back to him.

"Aye." Harry sighs as his head drops.

"Do you have a favorite hero? Or one you respect the most?" Deez asks curiously.

"I'm rather fond of my apprentice." Yensid smiles, "Merlin was quite the curious student, though he wasn't quite the hero of his story, so much as a mentor."

"Wait-" Uma furrows her brow as she flips back through the textbook before she stops on a page and turns the book towards him, "This guy?"

Yensid chuckles. "The one and only."

Uma's eyes bounce from him to the book several times.

"I look rather good for my age." He grins mischievously.

"How old are you exactly? Merlin looks ancient." Gil blurts out.

"Oh." Yensid shrugs, "I've lost count a while ago my dear boy." He chuckles again, "Give me a moment, to do the math." His eyes narrow in thought before he grins, "Seven hundred and two."

All four of their heads jerk up in unison as they stare at him with wide eyes.

"What!?" Uma demands in disbelief.

"He be ah fuckin' with us. How the fuck he still be ah standin' otherwise?"

"Wow!" Gil's awe shining in his eyes. "Seriously? You do look good for your age."

Deez stares up at him with a similar glimmer in her eyes.

Yensid chuckles, "I know, I'm quite spry for my age." He winks at them.

"Yeah," Deez chuckles, "I mean I knew you had to be a couple of hundred years old, but whoa."

He grins, "I don't mean to talk myself up by any means, but I'm one of the most powerful sorcerers in Auradon- If not the most."

"And ya be ah comin' here to be ah gettin' ah change o' scenery?" Harry narrows his eyes.

"I've always enjoyed shaping young minds, and I couldn't think of any place that would need my particular passion than the isle."

"Why are you looking for teeth Harry?" Uma chuckles.

"Cause we can'nah be havin' nice things on the Isle?" Harry frowns.

"You have each other don't you?" He points out.

"Aye, an' that be hard-earned." Harry nods.

"So was getting my respect, but you five have more than succeeded." He responds with a smile.

"I'm glad you're here, things wouldn't be like this if you weren't," Deez admits slowly before she blushes and looks back down at her notebook.

"Yeah, for being so old, you're really awesome." Gil agrees with a grin.

"We've earned the respect of a seven hundred-year-old?" Uma stares at him with disbelief. "That's…"

"That be ah fuckin' nuts," Harry snorts, "that be what it be."

He lets out a laugh. "Well as you said Harry, it was hard-earned. It takes a lot to impress one of my age. The five of you broke the mold with fervor though. You should be proud of yourselves as much as you are with each other. What you've made for yourselves here- It's nothing short of a miracle."

He stifles another chuckle behind his hand when they all drop their eyes to their work and fidget uncomfortably. He clears his throat not wanting to further their embarrassment, "So," He turns to Gil and Deez, "How are you both doing with your English workbooks?"

"Gil's doing amazing." Deez beams. "He's picking up on critical reading and vocabulary so fast."

Gil perks up as he looks to Deez, "You really think so?"

"Yeah," Deez smiles kindly as she leans against his arm, "You're doing great. Especially when you consider your challenge with dyslexia. Sometimes I forget you even have trouble."

Uma smiles widely, "That's our Sweet Boy-"

"Always be ah exceedin' expectations." Harry chuckles. "An' smart as ah whip."

The way they talked each other up was always heartwarming. It was one of the many reasons he found these children so endearing.

"Aye." Uma rolls to her knees before pouncing on him, hugging him around his neck. "Fuck those teachers for makin' ya ever feel dumb."

Gil grins before he buries his face against Uma.

"Yeah, seriously," Deez furrows her brow before she shakes her head, "if it weren't for Pain and Panic, I wouldn't have learned to read either. The teachers just yelled."

"Unfortunately, if it means work the other teachers of the Isle have no interest. Like everything else here it's sink or swim. Luckily you all float with ease." He smiles at them. "Once you're able to zero in on what's holding you back. And the fact that you have each other's support and encouragement doesn't hurt."

Uma and Harry look back to T before Uma drops her hold on Gil.

He raises his eyebrow at the two's suddenly sullen expressions. Should he ask? Or let them if they needed him? It was always the question he found himself asking. He swallows a sigh, "Deez, who are you writing about today?"

"I found a really good picture of Dizzy that T took, so I'm writing about her." She tilts her head to the side before she offers him her notebook.

"Ah." He smiles widely as he looks at the picture of the young girl giddily measuring something out. "She'll be a chemist, yet." He chuckles. "I didn't know T was taking on apprentices."

"The Tiny Princess be ah special case." Harry grins.

"They promised Evie that we'd look out for her." Deez smiles happily.

He nods his head, of course they did. "It's amazing how many you look after when most here are so selfish." He gives Deez back her notebook.

"I think it's just a mask for most of them." Deez frowns.

"Still, the fact that you five can slip them off if only for a little while speaks highly of you all. Don't sell ourselves short."

"So long as certain people never find out." Uma sighs.

"The fact that you're willing to take that risk is part of the reason you five are so extraordinary." He smiles before he stands up, "Speaking of five-"

"It's six of us." Gil frowns. "You keep saying five, but there's really six of us."

"Faustina's the sixth." Deez smiles as she looks out to the cliff, "But she likes one on one time more than everyone at once. She tries," The girl purses her lips as she drops her eyes back to her work, "but sometimes she needs space."

"Good to know," He wipes the sand from his robes. "I'm going to go check to see if they need any assistance if you four are doing fine without this old man's help." He chuckles before he starts walking towards the cliff where Faustina was sitting.

"So. Science. The study of the way everything in the world works." He smiles as he walks up to stand in front of one of them, unsure which was present making sure to keep a couple of feet between them.

Faustina glances up at him before she drops her eyes back to her workbook. "Most things." She agrees softly.

Pointed. Science certainly couldn't explain everything yet. "Would I be imposing if I were to join you?"

She shakes her head, as she continues to answer whatever question she was on.

He lowers himself to the ground before he rests his arms against his knees. "I'm told you prefer one on one visits." He tilts his head, "Is that why you're working over here?"

She curls into herself slightly, but not so much she couldn't write, "I do." She nods meekly. "Kind of." She admits as he notes a blush on the parts of his face he could see.

So Uma was dealing with a few growing pains in her family. "Would that be kind of why the rest of your family seems to be torn between wanting to let you have your space and wanting to have you join them?" He asks gently.

"Kind of." She bites her lip.

He smiles, "I see. Well, if I can't convince you to join them, perhaps you'd let me know if you have any questions for me."

"Do you mind looking over my work to make sure I've got the correct concept?"

"Of course." He holds his hand out.

"Thank you." She hands him the book before she pulls her knees to her chest and rests her forehead against them.

He takes a moment to look over her meticulous writing, noting how very different it was from the chicken scratch he'd become accustomed to deciphering with T. He admires her detailed sketches of different cells, quickly seeing that she had indeed labeled the parts correctly. The next page held random sketches of different animals around the questions. They were beautifully detailed, though they didn't seem to have any correlation to the question they were near. But all her answers about the different biomes and ecosystems were correct.

He flips through the rest of her work, finding nothing but correct answers and amazing life sketches. "Impressive, not a single missed question. And I am rather fond of your sketches, and penmanship." He praises as he passes back her workbook.

"I had a lot of free time for a long time." She takes back her book. "Thank you."

"Well, your hard work has paid off, and you are most welcome young one." He nods, "But it seems you've finished up the entire biology book, is there a branch of science you'd like to learn about next?"

"Thank you, I wanted to make sure I could help the family if they needed it." She responds softly as she plays with the cover of the workbook. "Chemistry, please if you're offering."

His eyes brighten, "You are most certainly in the right family. The way you all worry about making sure you are there for each other in any way possible is very refreshing."

"I'm very fortunate." She agrees with a frown, "They're very special to us."

"As you both are to them." He nods, uncertain of her reaction, before he smiles, "And the study of chemistry is one of my particular favorites."

She glances up at him before she drops her eyes back to her book. "Mine too." She picks up her math book and flips through the pages until she finds the one she's looking for.

"If you are amiable to it, I have plenty of books on the subject that I am very familiar with. It would mean that instead of a workbook you would end up showing me your knowledge with a few labs and practicals."

"I would really appreciate that." She starts writing, "Oh." She frowns. "There's no workbooks at all?"

"I need some time to order the books from the commissary, but in the meantime, I would enjoy getting to work with you."

"Oh no, that's okay." She shakes her head, "You don't have to do that. Either of them. I didn't mean to impose, and I know you're very busy."

"I am your teacher Faustina, your interests are no imposition." Yensid gently chides before he smiles again, "It would bring me great joy to see the way your young mind tackles the intricacies of my favorite study of science."

"Please don't go out of your way for me." She shakes her head. "You've already done so much for us."

She seemed to be in a near panic at the thought of his help. His brow furrows, what was it she thought he'd done for her, for them? "You would deny me the pleasure of teaching my favorite subject to such a worthy mind?" He presses a hand to his chest, looking for all the world wounded by the very idea.

She glances at him before she shrinks, "Well-I mean-I just-" She drops her eyes back to the book, "I-"

"What if-" He clears his throat softly to cover the chuckle, "I promise it is in no way, shape, or form an imposition and that I will refrain from going out of my way." He holds his hand up, "On my favorite chemistry set." He smiles.

"If-" She bites her lip before she starts writing again. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I don't know why I'm being so ungrateful, my deepest apologies. It'd be an honor to be taught by you. Sorry for being unappreciative. That seems to be my theme today." She frowns.

"I am happy to hear you accept my offer." Yensid nods before he tilts his head, "And I didn't find you to be ungrateful, a little over-concerned and quick to dismiss the idea that I would enjoy teaching you. But not ungrateful or unappreciative."

She takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry for dismissing you," She breathes out.

"You misunderstand." Yensid smiles, "I didn't believe you were dismissing me, but the idea that you would be worth my time."

"I'm not worthy of anything. I'm just fortunate and can't even seem to appreciate that."

Yensid raises an eyebrow, "Why would you believe that?" He asks curiously, hoping the interest would help to cover the twisting pain in his heart at such an admittance.

She looks up and stares in the direction of her family. "I can't seem to get much right when it comes to people. Even the ones I know well."

"Would you like to talk about it?" Yensid offers before he gestures between the two of them, "Perhaps together we can pinpoint the disconnect you're clearly feeling."

"It doesn't seem to matter where I am," She glances down to where bandages were peeking out beneath her hoodie. "I'm always a disappointment and can't seem to be grateful for anything- Even absently, I manage to be ungrateful. I'm just fortuitous enough that T worked so hard to gain their respect and form bonds with them."

Disappointment? He twists to look back at the group still bent over their workbooks. They'd seemed worried, but certainly not upset to the degree Faustina was suggesting, with a frown he turns back to her, "What makes you think they see you as a disappointment?"

"I can't seem to control myself." She bites her lip, "It is as embarrassing as it is shameful."

"Ah…" Yensid quickly suppressed his confusion. He could believe she had control issues, but he simply couldn't see this young, strangely well-mannered girl not being able to control herself, "Wrestling with something you wish you had a better handle on is always difficult. Tempers, habits, emotions, powers. It can be overwhelming and vastly depressing when we aren't as skilled as we believe we should be."

She's silent for a moment before she lets out a soft sigh, "I don't want to keep disappointing them, or making them worry. I'm a big enough burden on them without adding more stress to their lives." She looks up towards them with a thoughtful frown.

"Your family isn't infallible, but I would venture to say you're not disappointing them so much as you're disappointing yourself."

"I understand no one's perfect, but they're perfect to me." She frowns, "I'm used to disappointing myself. So why does this feel so different?" Her pencil scratched against the page as she continued to work.

Yensid rubs his fingers across his chin, "I'm sadly not as brushed up on my psychology as I wish to be. The mind is a fascinatingly, terrifyingly so at times, resilient, and resistant organ in the human body, The study of it is as vast as it is incomplete. But if I had to hazard a guess, it would be that you might possibly be waiting for them to come to the ill-conceived conclusion that you've already passed judgment on yourself about?"

She's silent for a moment, "There's plenty of ill in me, but I don't think this judgment is one…Then again, you're a genius and I've been wrong plenty of times before- So, perhaps that is what I'm doing."

"It takes a wise person to admit they could potentially be wrong about something they feel so strongly about." Yensid points out with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for giving me something to think about." She goes back to her problem.

"Would you like to hear a suggestion?" Yensid offers.

"Please?"

"When they're talking to you, try to hear them. Them, and only them. Listen to what they're saying to you, and when they're done, try repeating back what you heard." He leans back, resting his hands in the sand behind him, "Just to make sure you're all on the same page."

She chews her lip, "You don't think that'll annoy them? Or be too obnoxious?"

"I think they'll appreciate it. If there's any kind of misunderstanding, this little tip is a surefire way to suss it out and deal with it." He winks conspiratorially.

"I think I can do that." She smiles softly, "Thank you for your counsel. I really appreciate it."

"I am happy to have been of help." He nods, "Teacher, mentor, and ship advisor. Those are my jobs on board the Revenge. So please, if you ever have need any of those roles, a book, or even a simple cup of tea and conversation, don't hesitate to visit me." He rolls to his knees carefully, "I too find one on ones to be particularly enjoyable."

"I really shouldn't leave my room without one of the others. T'll be upset with me if I tarnish his reputation, or do something reckless and end up upsetting one of the other crew."

"My room isn't too far from yours," He chuckles, "And how hard would it be to silently roam the hall to the gally with your head down and hands in your pockets?"

"I'm trying not to put my hands in my pocket anymore."

He frowns thoughtfully, "Then might I occasionally be allowed to visit you?"

"If you'd like too."

"I would. I'll bring the tea," Yensid smiles as he stands, "You wouldn't have a favorite would you?"

"I don't think any of the types you're talking about, so trying any would be nice."

"Hmmm, I'll enjoy puzzling this mystery out." He taps a finger to his lips, "Perhaps we'll start with a chamomile blend."

"Oh, that's the herb that calms you right?"

"Yes, exactly right." He smiles, "Carlos and Deez both rather enjoy a personal blend I make. I'd like to hear your thoughts on it."

"I'd like that very much." She tilts her head slightly before she turns to look up at him. "Are there a lot of herbs from Auradon in the commissary?"

"I am allowed a concession or few," Yensid chuckles before he continues, "But yes. I do believe the commissary does carry a variety of herbs."

"Oh." She smiles, "I didn't realize- That's good to know."

A slow smile spreads on his lips, "You know," He starts with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I believe I'll be ordering a rather large quantity of supplies on the next shipment. Should someone slip me a list, I would certainly be scatterbrained enough to include it when turning my own list over to the commissary keeper."

She's silent for a moment before a smile lights up her lips. "Thank you."

"I look forward to having you join the group when you find yourself ready to do so."

"I think we both needed breaks from each other."

"That's why I said when you're ready. I know they're ready to have you back." He chuckles, "Why do you think they keep looking back here?"

"Because I made a scene earlier."

He shakes his head, "Because they want you to join them, but they're afraid to force you. I get the feeling they're afraid they scared you, or hurt you in some way."

"Oh." She frowns with another blush. "I didn't think about it that way- But that sounds like them."

"You're all young, and grew up in an environment where emotions weren't important and were, in fact, discouraged." He sighs, hating how painfully true that was, "Miscommunications are bound to happen, but the important thing is that you all keep working on it."

"That makes a lot of sense," She responds with a thoughtful frown. "Thank you for that perspective. It's not my goal to disappoint them, so I'll try better to make sure I'm hearing them right. I'm not trying to hurt them or make this more difficult for them either. I don't think they'd be cruel enough to kick us out, but I don't want to impose on them either. I know how trying I can be."

"I can assure you that you are no imposition, and though I can not speak for them, I myself find you entirely delightful to converse with."

She tilts her head to the side. "Thank you for saying so. It's very kind of you."

He smiles as he kneels in front of her, "I would love to offer you a gesture of affection, but I would not wish to impose on your space without your permission." Because he knew for a fact that she came from a horrible nightmare of a place where permission was never sought, and consent was non-existent. If he could do nothing else for her, he wanted to build up her sense of self-ownership.

She looks up from her book, "I don't mind."

"I appreciate your consent." He smiles as he rests a hand on her head, ruffling her hair through the drawn hoodie, "And acknowledge it as a sign of trust."

She smiles up at him. "Thank you. For both the asking and understanding. And your counsel and offers. And all the books you've loaned us through the years. You're a very kind man. I appreciate you very much." She turns back to her workbook.

He smiles as he stands back up.

Every one of them. To a fault. They all were so grateful for any sort of attention, for someone to acknowledge them. To learn. To improve.

He swallows as he turns to walk along the shallows. He'd come to the Isle to teach, and while he was grateful to have found Carlos and Deez during his time at the laughable facade the Isle called a school, this felt like the true beginning of his mission.

These five-

Six!

He smiles at Gil's reprimand. These six felt like the whole reason he'd left his life in Auradon behind.

And the best part was, they were completely worth the sacrifice.

Heya!

Here's another one from Yensid! What did you think?

Are you a fan of the old man's advice? It's kinda hard to try to be as wise as a 700 year old man, so hopefully we give him, at least a little, slightest, iota, of justice.

I usually main him, mostly because half his conversations are with Deez, so yeah… Always super insecure about that shit. Especially cause I have to remember that he's not David, another character I main and am insecure about, so yeah…

That being said, on to the questions!

So how bout the sea families' thoughts on their favorite Heros? Do you think it matches up with them? Or do you think we could've picked different ones for them? If so who? We wanna know! (Like seriously, if you're going to answer any questions this is the one)

Also, what did you guys think of their favorite subjects? Did you think it fits them?

What did you think about Gil correcting Yensid about there being six of them, not five?

What about Yensid's conversation with them? Do you agree with who we picked to be their favorites?

What about Yensid's convo with Faustina? Eh or okay?

Were you upset that Faustina separated from the group?

With much love and appreciation

-Twisted