They had no choice but to stay as Mal's mother's plan cracked like a fallen mirror within their hold. A mirror whose shards are scattered everywhere, shards of disappointment that have pierced them all.
Now, they sit in Mal and Evie's dorm room as Mal tries to formulate a new game plan. Mal is not coping well at the idea of having to stay in Auradon or at the realization that she had once again failed her mother.
Jay and Carlos, however, didn't seem to mind having to stay in Auradon longer than they originally intended. As there were so many aspects of the kingdom they would love to explore or steal in Jay's case.
Evie's not paying attention to her surroundings at all as she clutches tightly to her magic mirror. As she gazes fondly at her reflection. A reflection so beautiful she'll surely capture a prince's heart. But there's also another feeling stirring up inside of Evie. A feeling of her own magic.
Evie like many other magical beings on the Isle didn't have access to her magic. This was the first time in her life that she's ever had the chance to explore the witchy roots her mother always raved about. It feels Evie with a new sense of fulfillment that she's never felt before.
Evie lovingly strokes the magic mirror with her thumb, admiringly staring at her reflection. However, unknown to her, the reflection distorted ever so slightly as the mirror was hypnotizing her slowly. Putting thoughts into her brilliant mind and seducing her with falsehoods of unlimited power, the mirror beckons her to explore a darker will.
Say the words. Evie looks around confused, her friends still conversing among themselves, no one else there but them. So who had said that? She looked down at the mirror, her reflection there no more, as a flash of a porcelain white face mask appeared for a brief moment.
She gasps, throwing the mirror up in fear but manages to catch it quickly before it fell onto her lap. With a worried look, Evie looks the mirror over. She breathes a sigh of relief when she discovers that it's not broken. Her mind suddenly becomes cloudy with words she didn't even think of coming to her mind.
"Mirror, Mirror, in my hand, who's the cutest in the land?" Evie asks her magic mirror
The mirror zoomed in on her, and Evie placed a hand on her chest flattered. "Thank you, magic mirror!"
Mal, noticing Evie was talking to the mirror in her hand, calls Evie's name. "E, what are you doing? I'm trying to plan here."
"Just messing with the mirror, it says I'm the cutest in the land!' She sputters out excited but suddenly retracts her statement, "After you, of course, M." An unexpected blush forming on her face.
"Uh, Thanks, E." Mal's eyes narrow at the mirror in suspicion. "Maybe you should put the mirror down?" She suggests with concern.
"Why?" Evie questions pulling the mirror into her chest defensively. She had already formed a strong bond with her mother's mirror. After all, It was her birthright and should always stay with only her.
"Cause, you're being weird."
Evie puts her hand down, mirror clutched securely in her palm. "I'm not, I'm being my normal, adorable self." She gives Mal a perky smile, and Mal raises her eyebrows with a stronger amount of suspicion than before.
"Uh-huh, so normal." Mal's voice drips with sarcasm as she gets up from her bed, and places her hand out palm up, "Let me hold the mirror, E."
Evie hears the voice again. She's trying to separate us. Protect me! "No!" Evie cried, backing away clouded by her anguish.
The mirror took advantage of the distraction and a light peered through, shining brightly, filling the room. And suddenly with a flash, everyone was gone; the only thing left in the room was Evie's mother's mirror that had a partial smile on its face. So it begins.
A.N. This is super short, sorry about that. I really wanted to write a dark Evie fic, so super excited about this! I also finished another huma one-shot so hopefully, that'll be up soon. Thank you, Timothy my wonderful editor for helping me with this! And I hope you guys enjoy bye!