Here is the next chapter!

This will most likely be the last chapter for the week, so I hope all of you can wait until Monday for the next chapter.

In this portion, we are on the Isle, but then it shifts to Auradon for a certain chain of events.

Oh! And I had this idea about how Maleficent would cut his hair after I watched a video of a YouTube Vlogger (whatever they're called) getting his mullet cut off and then proceeded to get a haircut by his girlfriend. Just a warning before you start this chapter. If anyone knows who I'm talking about, I'll try posting on Sunday. If I can't, you'll get two Monday.

Enjoy.

Mal shook her head in amusement. "I am so glad Jay didn't come over now."

You see, when Mal entered her home, she caught sight of her parents in a peculiar position that could have been taken wrong by the wrong person. Hades was in the middle of the living room sitting on a kitchen chair, holding his wife's waist as straddled his waist.

Now I know what you're thinking, but all that was happening was Hades receiving his haircut. It was kind of the routine whenever he had to cut off his mohawk. They would have a bed sheet laying around the chair to catch the excess hair so they wouldn't have to clean up much. Usually, Maleficent wouldn't have to sit on his lap to trim his hair, but it had grown so much that she had no choice to do so. Then again, she was just touching up so there really wasn't any reason for her to be doing that now.

Closing the door behind her, Mal joked, "Should I stay at the hideout tonight too?"

"Haha," Hades laughed, unamused. "Very funny Mali. You know there's starving comedian on this world, right?"

"And you're one of them," Mal teased, used to the usual playful banter. Throwing her bookbag on the kitchen island, she wondered, "Is Cruella here yet?"

"Went to the marketplace a few minutes ago," Maleficent informed as she finally finished with her task. Satisfied with the outcome—hair shorter on the side and slightly longer on top—she removed herself from her husband's lap, much to his disappointment. "Something of hers broke and she needed to get a replacement before she could measure you. She should be back any moment."

Well by the time the married couple cleaned up their mess and Mal had herself something quick to eat, Cruella walked through the door with a small damaged bag in her hand, but that really wasn't important.

Mal didn't give her godmother time to greet her as she immediately reminded, "So you know how I'm your favorite god-daughter?"

"I told you a thousand times before that I don't have a favorite, Bertha," Cruella scolded softly. Placing her bag on the kitchen island as well, the woman turned to the teenager with a soft sigh. "What do you want?"

"I have an idea," Mal claimed, "to help Carlos with his confidence, but I kind of already started my plan. If you don't approve, I'll cancel it."

Cruella raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Does this have something to do with the party that's supposed to take place at my home tomorrow while I'm away?"

Mal sighed softly, before assuming, "You heard somebody at the marketplace."

"How is a party supposed to help him?" Maleficent wondered with a small hint of disdain in her tone.

"I thought it would help him stand up for himself." Mal shot a look at Cruella. "He thinks you will have no idea about when really I was gonna get your permission before I had it. I told him I would take the blame if you came home early. If you don't want it to happen, I'll tell everyone tomorrow that it's cancelled."

Cruella shrugged carelessly. "As long as no one touches my fur coats, I'll allow it."

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen," Mal promised.

"And you better make sure you're home at a decent time," Hades chided as he slumped on the couch with his wife laying against him. "Tomorrow is still a school night, no matter if it will be Friday the day after. Your curfew will be eleven."

"Can't it be midnight?" Mal requested pleadingly. "I need to make sure my plan works, and people probably won't show up until nine or ten."

Considering the idea for a short moment, Hades bargained, "Your curfew will be midnight, but if I have to wake you the morning after like I did today, you'll be grounded for a week. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Since the negotiations were complete, the family went on to do their separate task. Mal had been chilling in the kitchen—waiting for Cruella to get her things together for her task—when her parents turned on the television set. Mal spared a glance out of boredom, before her eyed went wide with shock at seeing a certain person on the screen.

"Him!" Mal shouted as she quickly scrolled to the TV. "That's him! The cute boy from my dream!"

"Him?" Maleficent repeated in confusion. "He's the heir of Auradon, Prince Benjamin. You used to have a crush on him when you were younger."

"And by the blush on her cheeks, she still does," Hades teased his little girl.

Although her cheeks turned a little redder at the accusation, Mal noticed something about the prince. "There's something wrong with him," she commented with a tilt of her head. "Why does he look so sad with that girl?"

Meanwhile, back in Auradon, Prince Ben had just finished an interview with the snobbish Princess Audrey at his side. At that point in his life, he was counting down the days he could call off the whole engagement. But maybe he can do it sooner than he expected.

"Benny!"

Sighing in relief, Ben turned to smile happily at his grandfather Maurice. "Were you able to do it?"

"It took some time," Maurice commented as he gripped the small hidden canvas slightly tighter. "But I'm not sure the outcome will be what you wanted."

For those of you who are confused, I'll explain it to ya. You see, before Ben awoke that morning, he had a dream about a purple-haired teenage girl on the Isle of the Lost. Due to him convincing his parents to help someone on the island, he discovered a girl his age with purple hair. Ben wanted to know if the Isle girl in his dream was also the Isle girl had the picture of. In order to do that, Ben asked his grandfather to paint a portrait of the girl in the photo if she were his age.

When Maurice revealed the portrait, Ben wasn't disappointed.

The painting showed a beautiful pale teenage girl with purple hair and bright bright green eyes. The girl looked exactly like the girl in his dreams.

"That's her," Ben insisted. "The girl from my dreams. She's—Mal's—on the Isle of the Lost."

"So what are you going to do?" Maurice wondered. "If she's really on the Isle and if you really think she's your true—"

"I'm going to get her off the Isle," Ben interrupted purposely. "I will create some kind of royal decree to get her and her friends to Auradon."