Here is the next chapter!
This chapter will have the events from Mal's and Ben's birthday, more specially Mal's. The events regarding Ben is him saying goodbye to his grandfather. As for Mal's, it's just a small party for her after school. Won't go into much detail about it.
Guess what?
Next chapter, we finally start the events of the first Descendants movie. Unsure when that chapter will posted since I have a lot to cover in it, but I promise you will like it.
Enjoy!
The next afternoon—Sunday afternoon—Maurice was walking through the halls of the Auradon castle when he heard his grandson calling out for him. When he turned around, Maurice noticed his Benny running toward him.
Halting just barely a yard away, Ben took a moment to catch his breath before wondering, "You're leaving already?"
"I want to get home before sunset," Maurice claimed calmly so her grandson wouldn't get upset. "Don't worry. I'll be back next month for Family Day and your Coronation. Was there something else you wanted to tell me before I leave?"
"I finally spoke with Fairy Godmother," Ben revealed before a wide giddy smile appeared on his lips. "She thought it was a great idea for some Isle children to go to school in Auradon. I could tell she was hesitant when I gave her the list of the children's names and their parents, but she respected my decision—though I didn't tell her that I didn't choose three of them. She's going to arrange their class schedules and find a couple dorm rooms to put them in. She mentioned something about creating a 'Remedial Goodness' class for them. Everything should be ready by Wednesday."
Maurice shook his head in amusement. "I don't think Mal and her friends will enjoy their new class."
"Neither do I," Ben agreed with a slight huff. "But that was the only condition she had for them attending Auradon Prep. I couldn't let that be the one thing that prevented my Mal from coming to Auradon. I'm too close."
Maurice chuckled at the way his grandson referred to the girl of his dreams that he had yet to meet. His laughter died down when he noticed the bruise on his grandson's wrist again, except it worse instead of better. The bruise should have been nearly faded by now, but that wasn't the case.
Maurice sighed as gestured to the injury. "Another fight? What was this one about?"
"She didn't like that I spent most of the time at my birthday party with Lonnie instead of her." Ben rolled his eyes dramatically. "Every time I spend a few minutes with Lonnie, whether it be in class or at a special occasion, Audrey literally pulls me aside so she can blow up on me. It's like she forgets that we were childhood friends. Before we started attending Auradon Prep in seventh grade, Lonnie would stay at my castle for weeks at a time while her parents were busy with the Imperial Council, the Emperor, or with the army. Audrey has no need to be jealous of Lonnie since I consider her to be a sister."
"How much longer do you think you can handle the abuse?" Maurice wondered concerningly.
"I'm hoping I can end our relationship within a week," Ben admitted before he scoffed. "Heck, when I blew out the candles on my cake, I used my birthday wish on us breaking up."
Maurice chuckled at the wasted wish. "Everything will be better in a few days."
"It will," Ben agreed with a small smile, "because my Mal will be here."
Now, on the next afternoon—Monday afternoon this time—Mal had finally returned home from school with her three friends towing behind her. She had wanted to skip since it was her birthday, but her parents were adamant about her attending. Cruella spent the first half of the day with her other god-daughter—Uma—while Hades and Maleficent was busy planning their daughter's small birthday party, which was why they didn't want Mal home.
When Mal walked into her house, she immediately noticed the multi-shade of purple streamers hanging from the streamers and the mutli-shades of purple balloons of different sizes littering the floor. She also noticed that she couldn't throw her bag on the kitchen island like usual since a beautifully decorated cake was placed on top. On the kitchen counters, seven plates were filled with her favorite dish.
In the adjoining living room, her parents were casually sitting at the couch, watching her daughter's appreciative expression on her. "Welcome home, Baby Girl," Maleficent greeted as she rested her head on her husband's shoulder. "Cruella will be here in about an hour, but she said we can start without her. What would like to do first? Eat dinner, blow out the candles on your cake, or open your gift from us?"
"Gift first, then birthday cake," Mal immediately decided as she laid her bag on the floor next to front door, her three friends following her lead. "I've been waiting all day since you said this morning that you and Dad have been working on it for the pass month. I've also been waiting to introduce Evie and Carlos to the hideout. Think Cruella will let him stay the night?"
"Carlos will have to ask his mother." Maleficent gave a stern look at her godson, who nervously nodded in understanding.
Hades revealed a medium sized box with a light green bow on the lid he kept hidden underneath the coffee table. "And your gift."
With an eager squeal, Mal practically charged into the living room, nearly falling off the table as she slid onto it for a seat. Tearing off the lid in a hurry, Mal eagerly removed the tissue papers to see the object inside. Slowly, Mal revealed the item for everyone to see. Her birthday gift was a beautiful black tiara-crown decorated with multi-colored irreplaceable jewels.
"A queen has to have a crown," Maleficent insisted as she smiled lovingly at her daughter. "What better time to get one than on your sixteenth birthday, when you have finally become a woman?"
Hades carefully took the crown out her daughter's hands to place it on her purple-haired head. "There. Now you look like the Queen of the Isle, and my beautiful princess."
"Now, time for cake!" Maleficent cheered.
The six of them—the family of three and the three friends—surrounded the kitchen island with Hades lighting the few short candles on top. "Make a wish, Mali."
Mal closed her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted.
I wish . . . to go to Auradon.