". . . my dearest Carlos . . ."
That was a reference to what Wendy Raquel Robinson (the actress that plays Cruella in Descendants) said when she tweeted about Cameron's death, though she originally says, "My dearest Cameron . . ."
Congratulations to AmethystDragon14 for answering correctly in a private message. As promised, I will be attempting to post four chapters this week, but I have yet to determine how far apart in the week they'll be published. Here is an over-view of what each chapter will be about:
This chapter will contain the backstory of how Mal and Uma's feud started, but my version with Hades being more involved, along with Cruella.
Second chapter will fast-forward to about three years later, where Malef and Hades want to go eat at Ursula's restaurant with their friends but Mal refuses to go after watching something on the Auradon News Network.
Third chapter will be tidbits of middle school life, mainly Cruella worrying about Carlos, and Mal watching over him. I may have an incident where Carlos is being bullied by the Gaston twins and Mal puts a quick end to it.
Fourth chapter will finally start the events from the book 'Isle of the Lost'. Just the part where Mal has her dream, wakes up, and heads to school with Jay announcing the new student. Of course, there will be a few changes here and there, but I won't go into details.
Enjoy!
After the banishment of the Evil Queen and her daughter, life on the Isle of the Lost was finally peaceful for its citizens.
Well . . . except during the summer.
You see, since Maleficent and Ursula were close friends, it wouldn't be unusual for their daughters—Mal and Uma—to be friends as well. However, the children didn't get to see each other much, since they lived on opposite sides of the island and went to rival schools—Dragon Hall for Mal and Serpent Prep for Uma.
Life always got worse during summer when school was out for vacation. That was when Mal and Uma could hit the streets again.
They would rampage up and down the island, terrorizing step-granddaughters and traumatizing the most stalwart goons. No one dared voice a peep of annoyance, for fear of something truly frightening—the girls' mothers and father. At her young age, Mal couldn't understand why people were so scared of her parents since they loved her so much, but she learned the truth after the fiasco when she was six.
Anyways, one hot day in early August, not long after each had turned ten, Mal and Uma were playing on the docks by the water. The two bad little girls were pranking Hook's crew, making tick-tock noises to scare the pirate captain himself, and getting on Smee's already agitated nerves.
Actually, it was Uma who did all those awful tricks. Mal didn't want to partake in any of the schemes, but she didn't want to deprive her friend of her fun. The young purple-haired fairy never really got involved in the mischief, only stopping the young turquoise-haired sea witch from doing anything too particularly awful.
Yet, Mal still giggled behind some empty barrels as Uma's best trick of all went off without a hitch. Uma had the idea to coat the decks with bilge and oily, murky scum, and she laughed with glee to see it work so well. One pirate after another tripped and fell on the slippery wooden planks, which had been covered with the nearly invisible slime.
"Here comes Cruella de Vil," Uma announced, spotting a telltale black-and-white bouffant rising from the crowd of pirates. "Let's get her!"
Cruella was a nemesis of theirs. As one of the only citizens on the Isle who wasn't afraid of Maleficent or Ursula—mainly because they were close friends—the Dalmatian-obsessed lady never hesitated to pinch their ears when they did something naughty or scold them for doing something they shouldn't. It was like having another parent watching over them, which could be accurate since Cruella was their godmother.
They watched her sauntering down the docks with a ratty spotted fur on her shoulder, glaring at everyone she met.
"What's she doing here, anyway?" Uma whispered.
"Goblin barge is arriving soon, and she likes to have first dibs," Mal explained, holding her breath as Cruella sashayed closer and closer to where they were hiding. "She's always hoping someone's thrown away an old fur coat."
The girls looked at each other, one set of eyes sparkling with mischief while the other shined with doubt.
"Maybe we shouldn't trick her," Mal suggested hesitantly. "You know she'll tell our parents and I don't want my mom and dad to be mad at me."
With a roll of her eyes, Uma raced to pour another batch of the disgusting concoction in Cruella's path despite her friend's protest, but the giant bucket was too heavy for her.
"Stop!" Mal shouted, running to grab the bucket's other handle.
"Let me do it!" Uma insisted. "You did Gaston!"
"By accident!" Mal whined as she reminisced the memory of the big man going bottoms-up on the dock and finally crashing over the railing with a loud roar and splash, his sons slack-jawed at the sight. Mal felt terrible for what she did, mainly because she feared her parents would find out.
Uma pulled the bucket to her side.
"Stop it! Let go!" Mal demanded.
"You let go! You're splashing it on me!" complained Uma.
They each yanked on the bucket. As Uma wrenched it away, Mal lost her grip on the handle, overturning the pail and its contents—and she tripped and fell upon their own slippery puddle.
"Mal!" Uma yelped, as her friend skittered down the length of the dock, flailing all the way to the edge.
"Help! Help me!" Mal screamed, as she attempted to grasp the wooden rails while she sped toward the sea. "I can't swim!"
But the irony that the reluctant fairy had been caught in the naughty prank she tried to stop and the sight of her purple friend sliding down the docks like a flopping wet fish was too hilarious for Uma. Instead of running to help, the little sea witch was doubled up on her knees in laughter.
Mal spun down past the gaggle of pirates, past a confused Cruella De Vil, and disappeared overboard.
That shook Uma from her laughing fit. "Mal!" she called, rushing to the railing's edge. "Mal! Where are you? Are you okay?" Uma craned her neck, searching the churning waters for a sign of her friend.
Her heart stopped, for she couldn't catch sight of Mal's purple head anywhere in the waves.
"Mal! Where are you?" Uma cried, a little desperately now.
Uma felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Mal standing there, totally dry. "You didn't fall in!" she cried in relief.
"I caught a wooden rung right before I fell," Mal explained too sweetly.
"You're all right!"
"Yes, I'm okay," Mal claimed with a sugar-sweet smile that suddenly turned evil. "But you're not!"
Before Uma could blink, Mal reached behind her back and dumped a huge bucket of slimy, smelly, and disgusting baby shrimps all over Uma's head. Turned out Mal had scampered back on the docks just in time to see the goblins unloading the latest catch from the barge. Furious at her friend for laughing at her bad luck, Mal decided to finally create a little bad luck herself.
Uma screamed as loudly as she could, catching the attention of their godmother.
Cruella rushed forward and knelt to the child's height, examining the gunk in the girl's odd-colored hair in disgust. "What on Earth happened to you?"
"Mal did this!" Uma accused almost immediately. "She got mad at me for no reason and dumped dead shrimp in my hair!"
"That's not true," Mal argued calmly, though her eyes were glowing bright green in annoyance. "Uma wanted to pull a prank on you, and I tried to stop her. I ended up sliding down the deck and she did nothing to help me. As for her hair, it just gives you another reason to call her 'Shrimpy'."
Cruella stared at the fairy for a moment or two to see if there were any signs that she was lying like there was with Uma. After coming to a conclusion, the woman sighed softly. "Bertha, head on home," she instructed. "Tell your parents I will be by in two hours to talk about what happened. You can tell them your side of the story, but that is it. Meanwhile I'm gonna take Shrimpy home and help her mother get this goop out of her hair."
Needless to say, Mal's parents weren't exactly happy when she told of what transpired just a few minutes before. Unsure of what to do since she has never been in trouble before, her parents ordered Mal to wait in her bedroom until her godmother arrived, that way they could hear an adult's side of the story.
"When I went to them, Shrimpy lied to me," Cruella informed quietly so the little girl couldn't eavesdrop from her room. "Her eye twitches slightly whenever she does and it did so when she claimed Bertha had no reason for pranking her. Bertha adverts her gaze before, during, or after she tells a lie. That didn't happen."
"So Uma really wanted to play that joke on you," Hades clarified. "Good thing Mali stopped her."
"But our baby girl still ruined Uma's hair," Maleficent reminded sternly. "Cruella, were you able to get all of it out?"
"Took me over an hour of scrubby her scalp to get the smell out," the single mother claimed with a soft sigh. "I've prevented any kind of bullying that could occur from it. I wouldn't be too harsh on Bertha though. Yes, she did something bad, but she prevented anyone else from being Shrimpy's victim."
The married couple shared a look, as though they were having a silent conversation with one another. After a moment or two, they nodded in agreement before Maleficent called out, "Mal! Come out here, Baby Girl!"
The bedroom door cracked open with the purple-haired girl slipping through silently. Stopping just a short distance from her parents, Mal questioned glumly, "Am I in trouble?"
"Yes and no," Hades answered as he knelt to his daughter height. "You protected someone you cared about like a princess should. However, you tried to get revenge, which is something a queen—like you will one day be—should never do. To right your wrong, you will apologize to Uma for what you did. Then you be grounded until school starts next week, which means you will only go to town when your mother and I do, and you'll be going to bed an hour early as well."
To their surprise, Mal whined uncharacteristically. "But Daddy, I don't want miss the cute boy on TV!"
Hades chuckled at her daughter's complaint. Ever since she first saw that prince on the television when she was four years old, Mal tries to watch every segment that involves the young boy. She made herself late to school a few times from watching reruns of a program she couldn't watch the night before.
"We'll get you if he's on TV," Hades promised as he held out his hand. "Deal?"
Face brightening up, Mal grabbed her father's hand and shook it energetically. "Deal!"
That explanation a few moments ago will be important next chapter, which I overviewed at the beginning of this chapter. You may see the next chapter today, tomorrow . . . it'll be a surprise.
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