Hi! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Chapter 8 will be up tomorrow but chapter nine may take some more time. Now let the training begin...

Chapter 7: Battle Training

Mother Gothel walked into the door as students began to get up.

"I will be teaching you here for your next class. The new skill is battle stance and formation. Who would like to be the example? I need two people."

Mal, Moth, Goth, Evie, a red-curly haired girl named Celia, and 10 other kids shot up their hands. Jay raised both.

"Leo, and Celia," Mother Gothel chose.

Jay glared at them. Why wasn't he chosen? As Leo walked by him to get to the teacher's desk, Jay whispered,

"I'll get you back someday."

"Um, it's ok. Jay can go," Leo shivered.

Jay smirked and tried to cartwheel towards Mother Gothel, but he bumped into a desk and almost fell.

Celia snickered. She was wearing a small red hat with a skeleton on it, and a colorful jacket and pants: pink with patterns of blue, purple, yellow, and red. Her white shirt bore a green skeleton that seemed to glare at you from wherever you were. Like her dad, Dr. Facilier, Celia was cunning and had a great love for fortune telling, bringing cards with her wherever she went. She had them now, and slipped them into her pocket so she could hold a sword.

"Jay, face Celia and put your right foot in front of you, bending your knees slightly," Mother Gothel began.

"Why?" Jay asked, placing his hands on his hips. He was not one to take orders.

"Never mind, sit down. Celia will do it all."

"Ugh, fine." Jay positioned himself as Mother Gothel had said.

"Celia," the teacher continued. "You are the defense. Raise your hands under your chin."

Celia did as she was told.

"Jay, grab your opponent's hands."

Jay grabbed Celia's brown hands with an evil grin.

"Now Celia, turn your hands to pry them away, and keeping your hands flat, poke Jay's eyes," Mother Gothel instructed. "Jay, cup your hands and block her."

The class watched closely as a real battle broke out between the two opponents.

"Find a partner and start fighting them!" Mother Gothel shouted over the noise. Soon, everyone was throwing punches and kicks and trapping hands.

"Sword time!" Mother Gothel announced. She dumped out a barrel of armor and swords. Vks ran from all directions, grabbed a sword and put on their armor.

"I want the biggest sword," Goth shouted.

"I want the smallest," Moth said. "It's the easiest to hold."

"Then I want the smallest."

"Too late!" Moth grinned, and stuck her tongue out at her brother.

"Only one partner needs a sword," Mother Gothel told her eager students.

"Me!" Almost everyone in the room shouted.

"You will switch," Mother Gothel said. "The people with swords are offense. Everyone else is defense."

"I'm offence!" Goth said, trying to pull the sword from his sister.

"Too late, I already have the sword."

"Then give it to me!"

"No way!" Moth jumped out of reach.

"I will take all the swords unless you listen to me," Mother Gothel snapped. "Defense will go right, left, jump, and duck. Offense will go, with the sword, left,

right, down, and up. Did you hear me?"

"Yep," Jay said, twirling his sword. "Easy as pie."

"Repeat what I said," Mother Gothel challenged.

"I go left, right, down, and up. Carlos does the opposite."

"Correct. Now begin."

Jay began to swordfight Carlos, who got scared and forgot his movements.

"Aaaaah!" Carlos yelled, as the sword nearly cut his leg. Instead of jumping, he ran away.

"Go back to Jay!" Mother Gothel ordered. "Everyone must be prepared for battle, and that includes you."

Reluctantly, Carlos made his way back to Jay, who was practicing his sword fighting on a soon-to-be-ruined wall.

"Come on, man," Jay said. "Just lean, jump, and duck."

"I'll try," Carlos replied, still looking fearful.

Carlos actually did pretty good on his second attempt. He was better than he thought. On the other side of the room, Evie and Mal were making up their own movements.

"You go left, and I will too, but then you cartwheel back right and jump. At the end you can duck, too," Mal instructed.

Evie did really well, and they repeated this a few times before coming up with something new. Mother Gothel saw the girls and smiled. So not all the students were as useless as Lady Tremaine had thought. These two would make a fine first row in battle. She would bring in karate tomorrow. Her own children might be good at that. Mother Gothel sighed. Those little rats. They were always in her way. When they didn't have magical hair and hadn't given her her powers back, Mother Gothel had thrown them out the window. But a kind old lady came by and took them in as her own, teaching them and caring for them. They weren't taken to the Isle with all the other villains. The portal had arrived for all the villains as soon as Mother Gothel threw the twins out the window. So why did it come to take Moth and Goth seven years later to the Isle of the Lost? And right after their adoptive mother had died? Did the magic want people to be miserable? Yes, it probably did. But Moth and Goth were lucky. They learned the ways of the Isle quickly, and Uma, Ursula's daughter accepted them as a pirate in her crew, and even cared for them. It was still so unfair. A whole life was taken away from everyone here. But that didn't matter. They would escape once and for all. In one week.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading and check back for the next one tomorrow!