Prince of the Isle

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Previously...

"You have a brother?"

Looking at the Isle kids, Ben nodded, "he was kidnapped as a newborn. No one knows what happened to him." The prince saw the stoic, but sympathizing look in Hadrian's eyes. Ben quickly looked away and forced a smile on his face. "Right, I'm sure you're more interested in the food than my melancholy speech."

"Yeah, this will be the first meal we'll be having that's not garbage," Hadrian retorted, causing Ben to cringe.

"This way, please," Ben said as he awkwardly led the Isle teenagers away from the entrance. Hopefully, things would get easier. If not, well then Ben wasn't sure what was going to happen. It wouldn't be good for his first royal decree to be overturned, especially for the teenagers he brought from the Isle.

Present Day

Hadrian stared down at his bowl in bewilderment. He had piled it with random liquidy-things up at the long table. The ladies standing behind it gave him nasty looks, but now he wondered if it was because of what he had chosen.

"What's this?" He questioned as he scooped up the strange goop on his bowl. There were little shell-like shapes floating in the goop.

"Macaroni," Ben answered, looking down at the food with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"And this?" Hadrian asked as he scooped up the once brown colored liquid.

"Gravy?"

"And this?"

"I think that was tomato soup."

"You think?"

"Well, you piled it all into the bowl," Ben said as he looked at the Isle teenager. "The colors mixed."

"No shit, Shan Yu."

"I'm not-"

"It's a saying we have on the Isle."

"Oh."

Hadrian rolled his eyes as he swirled the things on his bowl together before sticking some of it into his mouth. He looked impressed with the taste.

"This is actually good."

"It is?" Ben asked, shocked and a little disgusted.

Hadrian nodded as he put another spoonful into his mouth.

"That can't be edible," Evie said as she sat down. She was carrying a plate of small, clean-looking sliced apples. Hadrian wondered if the blue-haired girl had ever seen clean-looking apples before. Probably not, considering who her mother is and the prison island they call home.

"Wanna bet?" Evie wasn't quick enough to duck as a spoonful of Hadrian's goop was thrown at her.

"Hadrian!"

The 17-year-old cackled as he looked at the Princess of prissiness, or not so Princess if that one Aurordonian girl had anything to say about it. What was her name again? A-something, if he wasn't mistaken.

"Are you always this volatile?" Ben asked Hadrian as he started to hand an angry-looking Evie a handful of napkins.

"Yep."

"Do you know how long this took me to sew, Hadrian?" Evie demanded as she hastily wiped the napkins up against the stain on her dress. It only grew in size, much to Evie's horror. "Oh, look at what you've done!"

Hadrian blinked, "Just cut it off and replace it then. You've done it before."

"Yeah, but I don't have access to this kind of fabric here!"

"Wasn't that once a curtain though?"

Ben kept opening and closing his mouth while Hadrian continued on with his meal.

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"No."

"Oh, you sure as Hell are Hadrian."

Ben noticed how the eldest Isle teen had automatically recoiled away from the table, nearly knocking himself down as he all but flew out of his seat. His face paled and for a moment, Ben saw fear darting into his brown eyes. That is until he saw who had spoken.

With one hand on her plate and the other on her hip, Mal looked like she was just about done with today. Her lip was curled into a snarl, and her green eyes had a dangerous look in them. Her purple hair was loose and could easily run down her back if it was longer.

Ben looked from Mal and back to Hadrian, who face quickly shifted emotions. The right side of his face twitched and the Isle teenagers eyes lowered as he glared at his sister. Hadrian's fists clenched tightly into balls and it looked as though he was about to attack her, though he kept himself restraint. Or, at least that was what Ben was hoping for. He noticed how the duo kept their eyes focused on each other, not blinking or anything like that. He nearly jumped when he saw the strange glow in Mal's eyes. Was it because of the lighting in the room? Or was she doing that herself?

Confused at what was happening, Ben looked at Evie. The blue-haired girl's face was focused on the scene in front of her, the stain on her dress all but forgotten. His eyes met hers, which widened. Ben frowned when Evie shook her head before nodding towards Mal and Hadrian, further confounding the Aurordonian prince.

Ben looked behind him, suddenly aware that the other two Isle kids, Jay and Carlos, weren't with them. He wasn't sure if he should have been relieved to see them at the buffet, piling hoards of food on to their plates. Judging by the looks on their faces, they didn't notice the silent confrontation between the two Isle siblings. Though, he was grateful to see that they were now the only ones in the room. Ben hoped it wasn't because of the Isle teens coming in.

Looking back at the two siblings, Ben watched as their stare off went on for another thirty seconds before Hadrian's lips twitched and he looked away. His eyes landed on Ben, who immediately looked away upon seeing the furious appearance in them.

Mal smirked in triumph and motioned to her brother before nodding at Evie.

Ben noticed the scowl on Hadrian's face as the son of two villans looked at Evie.

"Sorry."

With that, the blue-streaked Isle boy stormed off.

Ben looked at Mal as she sat down and started eating. "What just happened?"

"It's best if you didn't know," Mal said, her tone still hostile.

Ben's lips only twitched, unsure of how to respond to the statement.

The library always brought a glimmer of euphoria to Belle. She always made sure to be notified by the librarian of how many students a day came in, and how many books they checked out. The thought of teenagers finding the world of literature fascinating brought joy to the Aurordonian queen's face.

Not today though.

The librarian, Madame Robert, had written to her yesterday about a particular student. According to Madame Robert, the student in question had destroyed one of the books she had personally donated to Auradon Prep and requested that she come so they could discuss the matter.

Personally, Belle was unaware of as to why the librarian was requesting her presences. Students in the past had destroyed books, albeit on accident. Of course, the books were always swiftly replaced or repaired if need be. Was it not the case this time?

As she walked through the hallways of her old home that was turned into the school that it is today, Belle noticed a peculiar sight; a student up before needing to be.

Of course, it was the weekend and there were no classes for the day; which made the teenager's appearance all the more unusual. Belle knew from experience with Ben that no child typically woke up before 8 in the morning, but here was an untypical case right in front of her.

The teenager wore a black leather jacket that had blue stitches on it. His jeans were dark and ripped with splotches of paint splattered on it, and he wore two shirts under his jacket; one a dark grey shirt that had three mismatch buttons on the slot neckline, and on top of that was a black and green-plaid button up shirt that had odd patches of different fabric attached to it. His boots were scuffed and the laces were purple on the left boot, and yellow on the right. The fingerless gloves on his hands were blue with yellow stitching. His hair was disheveled and brown; except for the streaks of fire blue that flaked across the locks. As Belle got closer she saw his sharp features stood out to her almost in familiarity, but didn't recognize the boy in question. She watched as his wary chocolate brown eyes met her similar colored eyes. She gave him a kind smile, which seemed to surprise him.

"Good morning," Belle said as she sat down on the bench that the boy was on.

"Morning?"

"I'm surprised you're awake," Belle said.

"Why?"

With a slight side-tilt to her head, Belle stared at the boy. "There are no classes today; normally the students tend to sleep in."

"Well, I'm not normal. Hades, who knows how long I'll be a student here."

Belle frowned, before examining the boy more closely. He had a split lip and was quite thin for his age and height. His clothing was in disarray and he didn't appear to recognize her. It didn't take much thought for Belle to realize that this boy was one of the teenagers her son had brought over from the Isle of the Lost.

"You're from the Isle."

"What gave it away?"

"You mentioning Hades as though you were inciting an obscene term."

The boy smirked, "considering he's my father, I have the right to say the name of his former domain as an expletive."

Hades son, this boy was the child of the God of Death. Belle blinked as she took this revelation in.

"Yes, Hades," Belle said in a refined but tense tone. The queen frowned as she suddenly remembered that Hades had two children with another infamous villain. "And Maleficent is your mother."

The boy grimaced upon hearing the name, which startled Belle. "Yeah, unfortunately," the boy remarked as he leaned up against the wall. She watched as the boy examined her with his eyes. "And who are you supposed to be? A yellow-dressed fairy?"

Belle frowned but wasn't offended by the question. "No, my name's Belle."

"Beast's beauty," the boy sardonically said. "No offense, but why are you here? Don't you have a kingdom to run until your mini-Beast comes in and tears the place limb-from-limb?"

"Normally, but today I have to deal with a very upset librarian," Belle countered, watching as the boy smirked. "Would you happen to know anything about why she's so..."

"Uptight?"

Belle closed her eyes and held back laughter that would have escaped had she not of had any restraint.

"Upset is the word I would have chosen."

"Yeah well, I would have chosen a worse one had I not of almost said it to royalty."

"Smart."

"Very."

"You're the student the librarian, Madame Robert, has written to me about, aren't you?"

"I don't know, did she write to you about me?"

"Were you the one who ripped pages from a book?" Belle questioned.

"In my defense," the boy said, inadvertently declaring his guilt, "the book was already falling apart."

"It was?" This was news to Belle, who heard no mention from Auradon Prep's librarian.

The Isle boy nodded, "figured I'd give the loose pages mercy. Besides, I would have returned them," the boy paused as he started to pick at a loose thread on his jacket, "eventually."

"Thank you for your honesty..."

"Hadrian."

Belle frowned, the name sounded very familiar to her missing son's. "Hadrian, I'm surprised your name doesn't start with a 'M'."

Hadrian shrugged, "my sister's name does. My father wanted a child with the same first letter as him."

Belle nodded, remembering how her husband had similar thoughts during her first pregnancy. 'A'-something for the first one, and something with a 'B' for the second, Adam had said. At the time, it made her laugh. Now, she spent days and nights longing for the little boy they had lost, and the other little boy who was forced into his brother's shoes.

"Why are you up so early, Hadrian?"

"I've got to find a way to fix a mistake."

"And what mistake is that?"

"I might have thrown food on another one of the Isle kids clothing," the teenager admitted. "She's very," he paused, "attached to her clothing and she's not too pleased that there doesn't seem to be the kind of fabric she used to create it here."

Belle frowned, "she created her dress?"

Hadrian nodded, "it's hard to find clothing on the Isle. Evie's good with that sort of thing, creating clothes out of rags."

Belle glanced at the outfit the teenager was wearing. She must have been the one who patched it up. The stitching was quite detailed considering the damage done to the original fabric.

"How about you and I make a deal," Belle suggested when she looked back up at Hadrian, who frowned.

"What kind of deal?"

Belle smiled, "nothing that will cause you any harm, I promise."

Evie woke up to someone knocking on her door. Stifling a yawn, the blue-haired girl got out of her bed. She looked over at Mal's bed, which had gone unused due to the purple-haired girl moving into her brother's room. Secretly, Evie was pleased. More closet space for her and less time rolling her eyes over Mal's needless complaining.

Frowning at the old nightgown she had worn to bed, the daughter of the Evil Queen quickly grabbed her blue jacket and shoved her arms through the holes in the sleeves.

Her feet barely made a sound as she walked towards the door. She opened it and saw a man wearing a blue uniform, he was holding a large but thin rectangular box.

"Are you Evie?"

Frowning, the normally makeup-painted girl nodded. "I am," she said as she wrapped her arms around her body, hoping to hide her nightgown.

The man nodded and held out a box. Hesitantly, the girl took it and was thankful when the man left without saying anything else.

She closed the door and walked over to the table that was in the center of the room. She gently removed the top of the box and saw a card resting on the silky blue fabric. The card had her name on it in Hadrian's messy handwriting.

Unfolding the card, Evie couldn't help but be surprised.

Thank Beast's queen for this, she's making me work for free in the library with that horrid librarian as payment for this. Hope you like it.

-Hadrian

A small grin crossed Evie's face as she placed the card down and picked up the fabric in the box.

It was soft and nothing like she had ever held before. There was no silk on the Isle; and if there was, Evie's never been around it. Her eyes widened as she pulled the entire thing out. She wasn't holding silk fabric, but a silk dress. It had beautiful red designs all around it and black stitching that was so refined it made Evie want to cry.

She pulled the dress against her and smiled when she turned towards the mirror by the bathroom door. The front of the dress went to her knees, while the rest was a little longer.

It was perfect; and to think that she got it all because Mal's brother had thrown his food on her, it made her want to laugh.

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Review(s):

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Summer: Thanks for the review. I don't think I will be going down that route for Mal and Hadrian, sorry.