Prince of the Isle

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Previously...

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.

Present Day

Ben watched as the newcomers to Auradon came down for breakfast. It was early, which meant that a majority of the school was still asleep. All five Isle teenagers tried to hide their nervousness, and to some level of degree, only Mal, Jay and Hadrian were successful. They looked tired, though. Ben wondered if they had gotten any sleep, judging by the dark circles under their eyes.

Pulling a grin on his face, Ben waved the five teens over. Only Mal noticed, and she nodded before heading over to the buffet tables. Ben grimaced, remembering Hadrian's unusual glop of dinner. Hopefully, he wouldn't do that again. The Crown Prince wasn't ready for another game of guess that mess.

Evie came over first, carrying only one plate and a glass of apple juice. Ben tried to hide his curiosity when he saw that Evie had only grabbed a small set of apple slices and a small bowl of applesauce.

"There's a lot of other things you could choose from, Evie," Ben said.

Evie looked at him before looking down at her food. "I know, apples are just something I'm used to eating a lot." She grinned at him, though her smile didn't reach her eyes. She then dropped her smile as she looked over at Hadrian, who was piling random items of food into his bowl. Luckily, it didn't appear as though he had mixed any of the food...yet.

"Do I even want to know what he's going to do with his food?" Ben asked.

"Probably not," Evie answered. "Hadrian's actually really good at cooking, believe it or not. He worked at his dad's food place."

"Really?"

Evie nodded, "the food there was probably more edible than from a majority of the other places."

"You guys must have had a good discount then."

"Discount?"

"When going into the place," Ben said, "you got to pay less, right? For the food."

Evie frowned and shook her head. "Only Mal, not the rest of us. Hadrian, he doesn't really like us."

Ben looked at Hadrian. The teenager was sporting a dark purple wool beanie hat. It covered his hair as well as his ears. The Crown Prince watched in disgust as the Isle teenager poured maple syrup over his mixture of oatmeal, scrambled eggs and sausage. He looked away just as the 17-year-old sprinkled in a scoop of honey-flavored cereal on top as though he were garnishing a fancy dish with expensive spices.

"Why doesn't he like you guys?"

Evie shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal. "Hadrian's never been one to interact with a lot of people. He has maybe a few acquaintances, but none that he's ever mentioned to Mal."

"Who's never mentioned what to Mal?" The purple-haired girl demanded as she walked over. She only had plain toast, sausage and a small scoop of scrambled eggs on her plate. In her other hand was half a glass of orange juice.

"Hadrian," Evie said, "he's never mentioned having any friends to you, has he?"

Mal's face split into an irritated expression. Her lips thinned and her eyes looked as though she could set anything on fire if she chose to. "One, but I wouldn't consider Shrimpy a friend. At all."

Ben noticed the 'o' shape Evie was making with her mouth after a moment of the Crown Prince thought was confusion at first. If it weren't for the wary, knowing look that the girl's dark eyes emitted.

"Why would-

"We were going through a rough patch," Mal said as she ripped a piece of her toast off. "He knows how to push my buttons." She threw the toast into her mouth and chewed with a scowl on her face.

"Who's Shrimpy?"

Mal and Evie ignored Ben as the chose to eat their breakfast. Ben frowned, but let it go for now.

Ben watched at Hadrian came over with Carlos and Jay, scowling. He looked away when the older teenager noticed him staring and glared at the Prince.

"Good morning," Ben said rather pathetically.

"If only," Ben heard Hadrian mutter.

"So what exactly is this examination thing?" Jay asked, causing Ben to jump as he looked at the long-haired teen.

"Well," Ben said as he pulled a grin on his face even though it probably wasn't the best time to do so. "The fairies are going to document any recent injury any of you may have, as well as anything that you tell them about past ones that might have already healed. Like I said before, they'll also ask about different forms of abuse, as well as your experiences on the Isle and with your parents."

"This will help us stay?" Carlos asked, speaking to Ben for the first time.

Ben nodded, "it should. The Royal Council won't send a group of teenagers who may be at risk of injury back to a place that's notorious for it's...inhabitants."

"And yet we were born and raised there because of the same damn people trapped the...inhabitants in that hellhole," Hadrian retorted, causing Ben to cringe. "Smart move on their part, huh?"

Hadrian glared at the fairy in front of him. He had his hat, jacket, and button-up shirt off, revealing his scarred and bruised arms. He leaned up against the medical bed, refusing to get on it, which obviously pissed the blue-dressed fairy off.

"Are any of the injuries on your arms as a result of self-harm?" The blue fairy asked more aggressive than Hadrian initially thought possible. Weren't all fairy godmother's meant to be nice?

"Not that I'm aware of."

The blue fairy glared before writing something down on her clipboard. "Please take your boots off and put your back up against the metal measuring stick. Stand straight and keep your feet against the wall as well."

Hadrian did what he was told and scowled as the fairy flew up inches away from his face and brought down a sliding stick thing on top of his head. He didn't notice the shocked look the fairy gave when she saw the scar on his head.

"Hm, 177.8 centimeters," the blue-fairy said before flying back down to the floor. She motioned towards what appeared to be some sort of technological device. It was a large, flat device that was connected to a small rectangular machine with a few buttons. "Step on the scale and don't move."

Hadrian stepped on the scale and watched as the fairy godmother pressed a button on the machine. He watched as random numbers appeared on the little rectangular box that was next to the buttons. It stopped at number 142.

"You're slightly underweight for your height," the blue-fairy observed as she wrote the number down. "You are 17-years-old, correct?"

"Yes."

"What's your birthdate?"

"Not sure, my mother only dismally kept track of my age until I could do it myself," Hadrian said as he stepped off the scale. He glared when the fairy momentarily glanced at him, a look of bewilderment flashing through her eyes.

"And your mother is Maleficent?"

"Obviously."

"And your father Hades?"

"Yep."

"And you have a sister named Mal."

"She's younger by a year."

"Are you aware of her birthdate?"

"Nope."

"How did you receive the scar on your head?"

"My mother, but don't ask me how I got it," Hadrian said, "I don't remember what I did that pissed her off."

"Did you routinely," the fairy godmother frowned in hesitation, "piss her off?"

"Every time I walked through a door," Hadrian answered. "I didn't have to do anything other than show my face and she'd go off on me."

He scowled as the blue-fairy wrote what he was saying down.

"Did she cause the bruising on your arms?"

"No those were from a fight I got into a few days before coming here."

"And what caused that?"

"A couple of bastards tried to take my jacket and boots," Hadrian admitted as he nodded towards his leather jacket, which was hanging up on the coat rack next to the door.

The fairy godmother nodded and continued writing. "What about your father?"

"What about him?"

"Did he hurt you for walking through a door like your mother?"

"No, he only hit me when I got caught doing something I shouldn't have been doing."

"Do either of your parents still hurt you?"

"Considering my father disappeared when I was six, you can rule him out," Hadrian said dryly, "and my mother kicked me out when I was about 14." Though she did hit me before I left for this hellhole."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did your mother kick you out?"

"I guess I remind her too much of my father."

"And why did she hit you before leaving?"

"Because I refused to listen to her or something like that."

The blue-fairy looked at him. "Are you leaving anything out?"

"Should I be?"

The fairy godmother frowned and set her clipboard down. She floated off the ground and grabbed a camera that was on a high shelf. "Stand against the wall please and hold out your arms."

Hadrian frowned but did as he was told. His face twitched when the bright light of the camera hit his face. The fairy godmother was taking pictures of his injuries, the boy guessed. He said nothing as she took a photo of his face, and then again at his arms. He had her lift them so she could see the back of his arms, which was also covered in injuries. She took a photo of that.

"Turn your body so I'm looking at your left side."

Hadrian did and the blue-fairy took a picture of the scar on his head.

"Other way."

Another photo was taken and Hadrian looked at the blue-fairy, who appeared hesitant.

"Take your shirt off," the fairy godmother said. "I need to see if there are-

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Hadrian said as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up. "I know." He felt the shirt go over his head and he threw it on the medical bed. The fairy godmother was frowning at the bruises on his chest and the scar on his ribs. She had him stand tall, against the wall before taking the picture. She did the same again, only with his back facing her. More bruising from the beating he took the other day, and maybe a scar or two from years ago.

"I think that's quite enough," the fairy briskly said. "Put your shirt and shoes back on and send in your sister. My colleagues will be taking care of the other Vill-Isle children."

Hadrian did as he was told and left the medical room without saying a single word.

The Fairy Godmother and Ben both frowned as they read the reports from Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather.

"All five are underweight for their height and age," Fairy Godmother said as she looked at Evie's file, "and all show signs of some form of abuse."

Ben said nothing as he eyed the photo of her exposed arms. Scars and bruises littered her pale arms, as well as what appeared to be a burn mark on her wrist. He grimaced when he saw the scar on Mal's brother's head, and the cigarette burns and what appeared to be small stab wounds on Carlos' arms.

"There's no way the Council will be able to look over this," Ben said as he closed Mal's file. He briefly glanced at Hadrian's again before closing his as well.

"You're right," Fairy Godmother agreed as she glanced at Jay's files. He had scars and bruises, but like Evie, they were easily hidden under their clothing. She closed the remaining files and signed. "I will write to your parents tonight and request they both come to the school. For now, it might be best if only two Royals came as opposed to the entire Council."

Ben could only nod. His parents, particularly his father, would hopefully see why it was vital that the Isle kids stayed at Auradon. It wasn't safe for them back in the Isle, nor was it for any other child who had been born there. Hopefully, this was just the beginning for the Isle children. Maybe this will allow for more to come. If not, than were the heroes just the same as the villains they locked up?

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