Prince of the Isle

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Previously...

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.

Present Day-Midnight

Mal and her merry band of delinquents climbed in through Hadrian's window. They all looked dejected and had come back empty-handed.

"So, does this mean we have to go to Prince Beast's mandated examination?"

Mal glared at her brother, who gave her a ruthless smirk.

"Don't start."

Hadrian held up his hands in mock defeat, "I will admit, this fills my heart with so much joy that I might just have to damn well sing about it." He snickered when Mal threw her spell book at him. The 17-year-old caught it and opened it up to a random page. "Oh, look at this. A spell to end all of our problems."

"Seriously?"

"No, it's to cure acne. Hey, maybe this could still of use."

Mal tore the book out of her brother's hands and threw it on his bed. She frowned when she noticed a black box on the table. "What's this?" She demanded as she picked up the box. It wasn't heavy, but not light either.

"It's got an electric hair clipper thing inside," Hadrian answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Ben's letting me use it so I can cut the sides of my hair."

"Why?"

"He needs proof of any signs of injury, doesn't he?"

Mal frowned, "you still have that scar on your head?"

"Yep," Hadrian said as he took the box and undid the claps on it. He looked at Evie and frowned. "You're good with sharp things, think you can cut my hair without shaving me bald?"

Evie frowned but nodded. She took the electric clipper and examined it. "I have complete control over what kind of haircut you get. Understood?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Very."

Hadrian muttered a curse under his breath but walked into his bathroom. Evie followed without missing a beat.

Jay snickered as he looked at Mal and said, "Evie's going to go wild with his hair."

"You better hope you're not next."

"Like I'd let that happen," Jay countered. "Besides, I don't have any scars on my head."

"Evie, not the top!"

"I need to blend your hair in, Hadrian. Otherwise, you'll stick out like a-

"Does it look like I care?"

"No, which is why I'm here. I did warn you, you know."

"Hades."

"Oh, don't worry. Jay and Carlos are next."

Mal looked amused. She turned to mock the two Isle boys about it, only to discover that they were no longer in the room. She rolled her eyes, knowing that Evie wouldn't be successful in getting Jay and Carlos to let their hair be cut unless she did it while they slept, though that would be more trouble than it was worth.

Hadrian scowled as he examined himself in the mirror that was above his sink.

"Vanity's nothing short of-

"Oh shut up, Evie," the 17-year-old interrupted. "You're one to damn well talk."

Evie shrugged as she not so subtly ran a hand through Hadrian's hair. No longer did it cover the teenager's forehead, nor did it reach to his ears. The sides were shaved, but not so much that there was no hair. Evie had called it a fade as she shaved off the hair. Hadrian could live with that, though he was pissed that there no longer any traces of the fire blue that he had pride in. The top was slightly longer, he could run his hand though and if he kept it messy, his fingers would get tangled up in the locks. At least Evie had applied blue hair dye into the top part. It wasn't his normal fire blue, though. It was more dark, with hints of light blue added into the streaks.

Long story short, Hadrian wasn't a fan. Especially considering the scar on the left side of his head was now visible. With careful fingers, Hadrian traced the scar that curled itself above his ear; it started at his temple and ended at the back of his head, towards his ear. He didn't remember much about how he received the scar (nor would he remember what happed during the month previous to the injury), but his mother had jovially claimed responsibility for it. He might have been 12-years-old when it happened, but that detail wasn't important to Hadrian. Nor was the reason as to why he received such an injury, he probably was doing something that caused his mother to lose her cool. That normally was the case, though he could have just walked through the door and Maleficent got pissed about it.

"How does it look?" Hadrian heard Evie ask as he eyed the scar on his head.

He tore his eyes away from the mirror and gave a short nod. "It'll work."

The 17-year-old turned away and walked out of the room before Evie could get the chance to reply. Had he stayed, he would have seen her smile. Of course, the girl would have denied that she did smile, especially at Hadrian of all people.

Hadrian smirked as he re-entered his room. Jay and Carlos were nowhere in sight, lucky bastards. Mal was though, unfortunately. She was reading their mother's spellbook on her brother's bed. The purple-haired teen said nothing as Hadrian threw himself on the bed, landing right next to her on his stomach. She did scowl though when he turned and pinned her elbow under his back.

"I'll see you two tomorrow," the siblings heard Evie said. Neither replied though Mal did wave her friend goodbye.

Hadrian frowned when he read the random page his sister had stopped at. "She won't be able to get us here, you know."

Mal looked at her brother and glared. "Why are you so against her getting the wand?"

"Besides the long-ass scar on my head and the other seventeen years worth of near-death experiences," Hadrian said, "would she really give either of us the one thing we've wanted from her?"

"And what's that?" Mal demanded.

Hadrian's brown eyes locked with Mal's green ones as he said, "acceptance. Love. Everything that comes with the title of being a mother."

Hadrian's lip twitched as he took in his sister's stunned expression.

"And who's to say that she hasn't accepted us?"

"She hasn't given you the right to use your full name."

Mal closed the book and placed it on the bedside table before turning on her side.

"We could have a life here, Mal," Hadrian said. "A life where we're not expected to follow in our parent's footsteps."

"Do you really think those damn heroes will accept us?" Hadrian didn't miss the harsh tone in his sister's voice.

The older teen grimaced. "Not if we give them a reason to believe that we're just like the villans they locked away."

"Some first impression you made then," Mal said as she looked at Hadrian.

"Yeah, well at least I didn't just try to break into a damn museum and steal a magic wand for my bat shit crazy mother." Hadrian frowned when he noticed a strange look in his sister's eyes. "What did you see there?"

Mal frowned, before sighing as she turned so she was lying on her back. "There's a section that's dedicated to all the villans of the Isle."

Hadrian paled, "okay. How was it?"

"For a second I had thought our mother was standing there," Mal said as she looked up at the ceiling. "They had some sort of statue of her. It looked so lifelike. The other's parents were there as well."

"And Dad?"

Mal shook her head, "not that I had seen. Then again, I don't even remember what he looks like."

Hadrian didn't say anything. He looked up at the ceiling, hoping to see the stars that he never saw on the Isle. All he saw was the ceiling, of course. "We should take the time to look up at the stars, one day."

"What?"

Hadrian turned his head towards his sister and said, "if this plan of our mothers fails and we're sent back to the Isle; we should at least have the chance to look at the stars. Just for once, that is. Its appearance will lose effect if we go back a second time."

"Why don't you act like this around Carlos, Evie, and Jay?"

"Like what?"

"Like," Mal paused, "like the big brother who used to make me smile."

"You're not smiling now, so I must be doing a shitty job of whatever it is you expect me to be when around your friends."

"I'm being serious."

Hadrian frowned as he looked into his sister's eyes. "When's the last time we hung out? Without your gang of wannabe criminals trailing behind you?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Because," Hadrian said before stopping himself. He looked away from his sister as he continued, "We used to do everything together. Steal shit from people, only for it to get stolen by Jay. Terrorize the neighbors with our shitty imitations of Mom's voice," both teenagers cracked a smile at this. Hadrian's smile dropped as he looked back at his little sister, "but then you formed your alliance, or whatever, with Jay, Carlos, and Evie. You forgot to come and visit after our wonderful mother kicked me out, and we hardly ever spoke whenever either of us passed one another on some damn street."

Mal frowned as she stared at her brother as he continued. "Mom said I could have the Gods fall at my feet, but I don't want that."

"You don't?" Mal asked, surprised.

Hadrian shook his head. "That's Dads goal, not mine." He looked at his sister and said, "getting the wand, that's Mom's dream. Or at least, one of them. How long will you let yourself be pulled by her strings?"

Mal scowled, "all plans start out as dreams. The stories of her dreams have been in our heads for years."

"Yes, and the stories that everyone knows are written by the ones who triumph above the rest," Hadrian said. "Mom's dreams are only remembered by her and only we know her versions of the story. No one else will come to remember it generations to come, but everyone will remember the ones who won in the stories."

Mal looked away, "then we won't make the mistake she made. We'll be the villains she expects us to be."

"Get some sleep," Hadrian said as he turned on his side, not wanting to discuss the fantasy any longer. He reached over and pulled on the chained string that was connected to the bedside lamp. The boy heard his sister move closer to the edge of the bed, he hoped that she would reflect on what he said.

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