Cruelty. That was what everyone assumed that the children of the lost would know and give.

Instead, many were surprised to see a fierceness, a protectiveness.

They were not surprised to see the distrust.

The children hid one another, the healthy easy to find, those that were ill were often hidden away only to be tracked down. Most concerning, were the physical conditions. At least two of the Hun children had asthma, the pirate boy named Samuel was found out to be a diabetic, and the De Vil child was missing his right foot from his shin, downward, only to have a crude peg leg keeping him balanced.

And that wasn't even beginning to cover the other sicknesses brought on by magic.

The doctors were appalled by their conditions, even if they abhorred their parents, they had taken an oath to keep people alive and healthy. And these children were far from it.

True, they had survived on the island, one could even argued thrived giving the conditions, but they were not healthy. Many were sickly pale from the underground, not receiving enough vitamins.

Children were missing teeth, had cavities, needed glasses, all sorts of issues that they had apparently learned to deal with on the Isle.

Their hands were rough and calloused, their clothes didn't fit or protect. In fact King Adam called as many tailors as he could find to make clothes for them, including, their undergarments. Belle had been most adamant about that after she had sent Ben back to the castle so she could see all that was occurring.

As it was, the younger children were being given clothes from donation bins. The older ones were proving more of a challenge, not allowing anyone to change their clothes.

A boy, who identified himself as Jay, had already bitten one of the tailors who had tried to measure him.

Melody scowled as she entered Auradon, at the request of her parents. She had enough trouble fitting in within her own kingdom, she did not need to go across the land to another kingdom for anything. It kind of hurt that her parents would actually send her away. She knew she was different, but the fact that she seemed to be a disgrace to her parents, well, it really steamed her craw.

"Miss Melody, we are almost to the school."

"Thank you sir."

The tailors inwardly sighed as they began their measuring of the squirming one legged boy. Guards were dealing with restraining the more violent girl who had snuck from her room into his. The boy's eyes were blown wide as he was measured from top to bottom, including the missing portion of his leg.

"You fucking leave him alone!" The girl screeched angrily, "I'm going to kill you."

"Okay, he's done. You can let him up."

The boy jumped off the table, stumbling slightly, with his rudimentary peg leg removed for accurate measurement. The girl ripped herself from the guards restraining her to stand inbetween the the tailors and the boy.

"Mal, Mal, I'm fine."

The girl only continued to glare.

Ursa sighed as he was taken out of the tub he was checked in. His body was coursing with a foreign energy he was slowly accepting. His eyes were focusing on the sterile white around him. He knew he was missing time, but he still felt weak. He didn't know where he was, or more concerning, where his brother was. His skin felt moist, but the water felt... Fake. It didn't feel like the rocky cove water he knew so well.

"Are you feeling better child?" An older man asked him. Ursa tilted his head slowly trying to get a better look at whoever was talking to him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Doctor Skinner. Now child, how are you feeling? You weren't doing so well earlier."

"I'm. I'm not too sure. Where's my brother? Where is he?"

"He's fine. He didn't have quite the violent reaction you did to leaving the Isle."

"The Isle? The Isle! Where am I!?"

"Calm down child, you're safe. You're in a safe place. You're in Auradon."

"Auradon- Auradon! Why am I in Auradon?"

"To help you. Child, take deep breathes. Deep breathes."

Ursa's breathes grew shallow as his eyes began to dart around trying to find something to help him understand what was going on. He felt a warm hand grasp his cheek. His eyes locked with the Doctor.

"Deep... Breathes."

Ursa dropped his jaw slightly lower, and took in a shaky, but deeper breath.

"Good. Good," the man spoke softly as his hand moved to his hair and began stroking it back.

"Where is my brother?"

"He's here. In Auradon. In the hospital."

"He's okay then?"

"Of course he is. We don't hurt anyone in hospitals. All doctors take an oath to protect and help heal others, no matter what happens. Of course we would make sure he's okay. We would do so for every person. Isle or not."

Ursa gave an odd look.

"How Auradon of you."

"Excuse me?"

"Morgan told stories of the Isle. The adults told stories of... Sickeningly sweet ideologies. They said it was never going to happen. You seem to just have all of it. It's so... Auradon. That's what they would say."

"Well, I have just one thing to say, all the things you've heard about Auradon..."

"Yes?"

"They're probably true. Just not quite what you think."

"I took a left, then a right... Two more lefts and a right at the forked tree. Gosh darn it just where is this palace?" an irritated girl growled.

"This would be so much easier if you had fixed things before you died. But no, you just had to be blind and leave it up to me to fix. Of course, why would you think I would go out."

The girl paused in her tracks.

"And I'm talking to myself again. It's a miracle I'm not crazy," she muttered, continuing onward. She noted the trees were thinning slightly. Her heart began to beat faster in excitement. Thinner trees meant (usually) civilization. And the closest civilization from her most previous location was the heart of Auradon. She ran towards the edge of the trees when she tripped on a rock. She stumbled forward and rolled out of the tree lines and onto well kept grass. Her mouth could taste it. She coughed and pushed herself up. Her eyes looked around to see where she was and how far it would be to the castle of the once beast when a pair of feet blocked her vision. She looked up a little higher to see a nervous and sheepish girl.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?"

"Fine. Just uh, help me up please."

"Oh sure."

The grass eater was pulled to her feet and struck out her hand, "Anka Merkanies."

"Um Jane. Jane Amico."

Blarg. Lots of things to keep track of. What did I sign up for?

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