Author Notice: This is a sequel to "Chandler's Enchanted Mac 'n' Cheese Bites".
Lucy and Lily, the youngest and most mystically inclined members of the Loud family, had always shared a unique bond with their older brother, Lincoln. Despite their age differences, the three siblings were inseparable, a tight-knit trio that often found comfort in each other's presence.
On a quiet, overcast afternoon, Lucy and Lily huddled together in Lucy's dimly lit room while Lynn was away for her soccer game, Lucy sat cross-legged on the floor of her room, surrounded by an array of candles that cast eerie shadows dancing across the walls. In front of her, on a velvet cushion, rested her prized possession - a crystal ball. The soft glow from the candles flickered in the clear orb, making it come alive with a mysterious allure.
Her little sister, Lily, crawled over and plopped herself down beside Lucy, her wide eyes fixed on the captivating crystal.
Lucy placed her hands on the crystal ball's smooth surface. She closed her eyes and began to whisper an incantation, her voice barely audible. The room seemed to grow even darker as she delved into the depths of her mystical arts.
The crystal ball began to shimmer, and Lucy's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that, as the family's resident psychic, her visions were often cryptic but insightful. And today, she had a special vision in mind.
As the mists within the crystal ball swirled and coalesced, the image of her older brother, Lincoln, materialized. He was sixteen years old in the vision, wearing an orange sleeve over his white tank-top, blue pants, and brown shoes. His face was framed by the same unruly white hair, and he had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms.
Tears welled up in Lucy's eyes as she gazed upon her brother's future self. She turned to Lily, who was clapping her tiny hands in delight, and whispered, "Lily, look at him. Our big brother will be amazing when he grows up, won't he?"
Lily giggled, her chubby cheeks rosy with happiness, as if she understood the gravity of the moment. She babbled a response, her voice a symphony of baby sounds.
Lucy nodded solemnly, her heart filled with a profound sense of love and responsibility. She knew they had seen something special, a glimpse of the future that was worth protecting. Turning her attention back to the crystal ball, she made a silent vow.
"We'll protect him, Lily," she whispered, her voice trembling with determination. "No matter what challenges he faces, we'll always be there for him. Our brother has a heart of gold, and we'll make sure it stays that way."
Meanwhile, in the mystical and storied lands of Scotland, by the serene and enigmatic Loch Loud, a tale of intrigue and dark magic was unfolding. Morag MacLeod, the new groundskeeper of the ancient castle that stood sentinel by the waters, was far from content with her predicament. Her appointment to this position had not been a matter of choice but rather a punishment.
Last month in the middle of July, she had brazenly taken control of Lela, the fearsome dragon that had guarded Loch Loud for centuries. Using the powerful Dragon Stone, she had subjected the great beast to her will, wreaking havoc upon the land. Her audacious act had drawn the attention of the spirits of the Loud family's ancestors, who had once ruled these lands in the 1600s.
Now, she found herself serving these ghostly forebears, much to her chagrin. The worst part of her punishment was that she was under the ever-watchful eye of Lela, the very dragon she had ensnared, ensuring she would not engage in any more misdeeds.
Morag harbored a seething desire for revenge against the modern-day Loud family. She despised them for taking away her peace and quiet and making her crazy as a result.
One crisp, misty morning, as Morag was going about her chores, tending to the overgrown gardens that surrounded the castle, she stumbled upon something that would change the course of her destiny. It was an old, tattered book, hidden among the tangled roots of an ancient oak tree. Its pages were yellowed with age, and its cover was emblazoned with faded symbols of magic.
Curiosity piqued, Morag gingerly picked up the book. As she opened it, the musty scent of centuries past wafted into her nostrils. She quickly realized that she held in her hands none other than Lucille's Book of Spells. Lucille Loud, the matriarch of the Loud family from the 1600s, had been known for her formidable magical prowess. It seemed she had left behind this treasure of knowledge, forgotten for nearly three hundred years.
A wicked grin curled upon Morag's lips as she perused the pages filled with ancient spells and incantations. She saw this discovery as her chance to exact vengeance upon the loud family especially Lincoln Loud.
Morag's eyes danced across the faded pages, absorbing the arcane knowledge that had eluded her for so long. She had spent years plotting her revenge against the Loud family, and now, with Lucille's Book of Spells in her possession, her plans could finally take shape.
One week passed in a blur of incantations and mystical revelations. Morag's dedication was unwavering as she mastered spell after spell, each more potent than the last. The castle's library became her sanctuary, the place where she honed her newfound abilities. She couldn't afford to make mistakes; every detail of her revenge had to be flawless.
Finally, the day arrived when Angus, the Duke of the Loud family, announced his departure for Loch Loud. It was the perfect opportunity to set her plan in motion. With a sinister gleam in her eye, Morag closed Lucille's Book of Spells and made her way through the dimly lit corridors of the castle.
For an entire week, Morag immersed herself in the arcane secrets contained within the book. She studied each spell meticulously, absorbing their power and their potential. The more she learned, the more her thirst for revenge grew. It was Angus, the Duke of Loch Loud, who had taken what she believed was rightfully hers, and she was determined to reclaim her birthright.
The perfect opportunity presented itself when Angus announced a week-long trip to Loch Loud for urgent business matters. The castle would be left under the care of the servants, with no one to protect it from Morag's newfound sorcery.
With a sinister glint in her eye, Morag set her plan into motion. She stood before a grand mirror, one that had been in the Loud family for generations and began to chant an incantation from the ancient book. The room filled with a swirling, ethereal energy, and to her astonishment, the spirits of the Loud family's ancestors began to materialize within the mirror.
The ancestral ghosts stared back at her in shock, their ghostly features aghast. Among them, Lucille, the very creator of the book Morag now wielded, was among the phantoms. Desperation filled Lucille's eyes as she recognized her own spells being cast by the vengeful Morag.
"Morag," Lucille pleaded, her ghostly form flickering in distress. "Please, you don't have to do this. Revenge will bring you nothing but darkness."
But Morag's heart was as cold as the Scottish moors in winter. She turned to Lucille, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Loch Loud was stolen from me, Lucille, and it's time I took it back. This castle belongs to me, not Angus or The Loud Family."
Without another word, Morag left the room, leaving the spectral ancestors trapped in the mirror, their voices echoing in vain.
Later in the hidden cave deep beneath Loch Loud, Lela the dragon lay dormant. It was here that Morag, armed with the Book of Spells, cast a powerful enchantment. The ancient words flowed from her lips, weaving a spell that ensnared Lela's mind. The dragon's eyes flickered as the magic took hold, making her obedient to Morag's every command.
Morag smirked with satisfaction as she gazed upon the now-controlled dragon. Her first step toward reclaiming Loch Loud was complete, and she knew that Angus's return would soon bring her the chance to execute the next phase of her nefarious plan. Revenge, after all, was a dish best served with a side of dark magic.
Much later, Angus returned to the castle, holding a newspaper in his hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. His footsteps echoed through the grand corridors as he made his way to the throne room, his thoughts occupied by the news he was about to share with Morag.
However, when he pushed open the ornate doors to the throne room, his voice caught in his throat, and the newspaper slipped from his fingers. There, seated upon his own throne, was Morag. She held the Book of Spells in her hand, her eyes aglow with newfound power.
Angus stammered, "Morag, what's going on here? And where are the Loud ancestors?"
Morag's lips curled into a wicked smile as she lifted her hand, and Angus's crown levitated from his head and descended onto hers. The weight of the golden circlet pressed heavily on Angus's heart. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"I've learned the secrets of this magic, Angus," Morag replied, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I've trapped the ancestors in a mirror, and Lela the dragon is now under my control."
Angus's disbelief turned into anger. He had been away for mere minutes, and in that time, Morag had seized control of his castle again.
"This is madness, Morag! I gave you a second chance to redeems yourself" Angus exclaimed. "You must stop this at once."
Morag's disappointment was evident as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, Angus, I thought you'd be more reasonable. How about this? Join me, work for me, and we can rule Loch Loud together."
Angus's response was resolute. "I will never join you in this dark path, Morag. You must undo everything you did."
In response, Morag's eyes blazed with fury. She raised her hand, and Angus's body lifted off the ground, suspended in the air. With a flick of her wrist, she shoved him into a cage that had materialized out of thin air. Angus struggled in vain against the magical restraints.
Morag coldly snatched the newspaper from Angus's trembling hand and waved it in front of him. "As punishment for your refusal, Angus, you are banished to the castle dungeon forever."
Angus screamed as the cage began to move, descending into the depths of the castle, far below the reach of the sunlight. He had returned to Loch Loud expecting to share news, but now he found himself imprisoned in his own home, at the mercy of the very person he had once called ally.
Morag, now alone in the throne room, unfolded the newspaper Angus had been clutching. Her eyes scanned the headlines, and a sinister smile curled upon her lips as she read the shocking story that had captured her attention.
"A twelve-year-old boy named Chandler McCann attempts to murder a classmate with poisonous Mac 'n' Cheese Bites," the headline blared. Morag's eyes gleamed with intrigue as she delved deeper into the article. Chandler had laced his innocent-looking snack with a deadly toxin, aiming to harm none other than Lincoln Loud.
The audacity of such a sinister act impressed Morag. She knew that she had discovered someone who could be a valuable addition to her cause, a loyal henchman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
As she read further, she learned that Chandler had been sentenced to four years in juvenile detention for his heinous act. It didn't deter her; in fact, it only fueled her determination to recruit him.
With a decisive snap, Morag folded the newspaper and tucked it under her arm. Her plan was taking a new direction, one that involved crossing the ocean and venturing into uncharted territory. She had to break Chandler out of juvenile detention and bring him under her wing.
Morag's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she stepped out of the castle and into the moonlit night. In the distance, Lela the dragon awaited her command, its massive wings unfurled and ready to carry her to America, Michigan.
In Juvenile in the middle of Great Lakes City Chandler was sitting in his cell, the monotony of incarceration wearing on him like a heavy shroud. A week had passed since he had been sentenced to four years in juvenile detention for his crime.
Chandler had grown all too familiar with its cold, unforgiving walls. He often found himself lost in his thoughts, reminiscing about the days when he had been a star at his school, the popular kid everyone wanted to befriend. But that was before he entered Middle School and Lincoln Loud suddenly became more popular than him.
As Chandler sat on his bunk, he could hear the distant echoes of his fellow inmates shouting, their voices a constant reminder of the harsh reality of his confinement. But today was different. The screams grew louder, more desperate, sending a shiver down his spine.
"What's going on out there?" Chandler muttered to himself, rising from his bunk to peer out of the small window in his cell door.
And then, it happened. A deafening roar shook the building, and the ground beneath him trembled. Chandler's heart raced as he watched in disbelief through the window.
A massive, fiery dragon burst through the outer walls of the juvenile detention center. Flames danced across its scales, and its eyes burned with an unnatural fury. Chandler's fear was palpable as he watched the chaos unfolding before him.
Just as he thought he was about to meet his fiery end, a figure emerged from the smoke and flames. It was a woman, a commanding presence with large, dark, and dull brown hair streaked with graying strands, pulled up into a high bun. Her thick, dark eyebrows framed her determined gaze. She wore a dark sap green coat over a dull blue dress, a white neck cuff, black fishnet tights, and striking red high-heeled boots.
The woman strode confidently toward the dragon, and Chandler couldn't help but be captivated by her poise and fearlessness. She raised her hand, and to Chandler's astonishment, the dragon seemed to respond, bowing its massive head in submission.
With a graceful dismount, the woman approached Chandler's cell. Her presence exuded power and authority, and Chandler was momentarily rendered speechless.
"I am Morag," she announced in a voice that demanded attention. "And I have a proposition for you, Chandler."
Chandler's mind raced as he tried to process the surreal situation. He remembered hearing about Morag in the news, how the Loud family had thwarted her plans in Loch Loud. Could this really be the same woman?
Before he could respond, Morag continued, "I've read the news and discovered what you have done to Lincoln, you made me really impress so I offer you to join my side so we can have revenge against him"
Chandler's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and excitement, and desperation. He had grown sick of the monotony of juvenile detention and the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Lincoln Loud. The prospect of revenge was too tempting to resist.
"I'm in," Chandler said as he immediately trusts Morag with his words.
Chandler extended his hand, and Morag's firm grip met his in a resounding handshake. The pact was sealed, and their fates were now intertwined.
With their agreement in place, Morag wasted no time. She gestured toward the massive dragon, and it lowered itself, allowing them to climb onto its back. Chandler's heart raced as he settled onto the dragon's scaly, powerful form, gripping onto the saddle Morag had provided.
As the dragon spread its wings, Chandler's fear and excitement reached a fever pitch. They were about to take to the skies, embarking on a journey that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
They soared above the city, the wind rushing through Chandler's hair, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Morag," he shouted over the rushing wind, "why don't we just use this dragon to take out the Loud family? It would be so easy."
Morag glanced at him, her eyes filled with a mysterious intensity. "Chandler, killing them would be too easy, and it wouldn't satisfy the hunger for revenge burning within me. No, I have a better plan. I want to make them suffer, especially Lincoln's ten sisters. I aim to strip away everything they hold dear, just as they did to me."
Chandler remembered the frustration and humiliation he had felt when Lynn Jr throws him in the trash can at school and she mentioned that her younger sisters foiled his own plan. He clenched his fists, a fire burning in his chest. "I'm with you, Morag," he declared. "Let's make them suffer, just like they made us suffer."
Lela roared in response, as if it could sense their shared determination. With each powerful flap of their wings, they drew closer to Scotland, where their revenge against Lincoln and his sisters would unfold.