Lonnie sat on the benches of the Tourney Field, her dark locks blowing slightly in the wind, a slight chill to her skin. A frown was etched on her face, dark brown eyes sad and longing as she stared at all the players practicing and running through drills, cheerleaders shouting in the distance.

She wished she could be performing drills with them. To practice multiple plays for the next game against their rivals, to play the sport. To be on the team.

But even she knew that was unlikely. Maybe impossible. But her mother - Mulan - told her to never give up hope. That was their motto in the household. Man she hated it when mom was right.

Lonnie just wanted to be on the team. She just wanted to play. To be apart of that. But rules were rules for a reason. Girls weren't allowed to play. Stupid rules. She liked rules; they kept order around the kingdom. This wasn't the Isle. But this rule was just borderline offensive. Really offensive.

Girls couldn't play? Pfft. How dumb. Cruel. Just as bad as Shan Yu. Which said a lot, in her opinion. Why couldn't girls play? What was the big deal? For crying out loud, this was the 21st century! Women could do anything. After all, they wouldn't have won the war without her mom's help.

She wondered if it was the same back at Isle. If any schools there had any teams or clubs. If girls played any sports. She always wondered what it was like at the Isle Of the Lost. She wondered how things were there. She guessed things weren't so good. Considering the people there are leftovers. Which was a little overboard, in her opinion.

She knew the villains should pay for the consequences of their actions, but forcing them to eat leftovers? Nope. That was just wrong. And they all were supposed to be the good guys. Didn't the villains have kids? Just wrong.

That's why she agreed with Ben on his proclamation. It was a good idea. A great one. Sure, their parents were villains, but c'mon, how bad could they be? Maybe they were nice and they just didn't know it. Who knows? She would just have to see how it would all play out. Hopefully good. Maybe better.

But she would just have to wait and see.

Jane wished she was beautiful. She dreamt of having the perfect gown, the perfect hair, and the perfect guy. Just like some of the princesses. Like Cinderella.

But that was just a dream. Nothing more...and a whole lot less.

Jane wasn't beautiful. Not even close. She wasn't Audrey or Lonnie. She wasn't even decent.

In her eyes, when she looked into the mirror every morning, she saw...blegh. She was slightly plump, she had a round face, and bright blue eyes with brown, reddish hair. She wanted to be pretty. Beautiful. A happily ever after. Just...someone.

Maybe a boy. She always wanted to have a boyfriend. To have what Ben had with Audrey. Yes, that would be nice. Someone to hold hands with, someone to tell her she was beautiful, someone to call her boyfriend. And she wanted to be someone's girlfriend. She liked that title. Jane wondered what it was like being a girlfriend and having a boyfriend.

Probably nice.

She pleaded, begged, cried to her mother to make her beautiful. To make her look like a princess. To give her a chance. But mother refused. With gentle eyes, a hand on the younger girl's shoulder as a sign of comfort, her mother told her the same thing as always:

"Sweetheart, you are beautiful just the way you are. True beauty comes from within."

That was a lie. She knew it was a lie. She knew Fairy Godmother was lying to her. But it didn't sound like she was lying to her. Like she was speaking a fact. Eyes never looking away. But Jane knew better.

Did her mom hate her? Did she want her daughter to suffer emotionally? Did she even care? Probably not. But she made Cinderella beautiful, why couldn't she do the same for her own daughter? Why?

Just...why, mother? Why?

Why?

He always heard about those princesses stories. Everyone in the Isle knew about them. Some of the villains were at fault for some of them. They were the bad guys for a reason.

Like with Snow White or Aurora. Snow White took a bite of an apple and died, until her dashing prince came to her rescue, a sweet peck on the lips enchanting her back to life. Or Aurora. When the tip of her finger pricked the spindle and she was swallowed into a century nap, and then Prince Phillip battled the Mistress of Evil and a sweet brush against their lips slipped her out of the sleeping trance.

Sometimes even the princes got rescued. Like Li Shang or Prince Naveen. Even the King of Auradon himself. When Belle came into his life and he gained back his humanity, along with his kindness.

That's what heroes did. Whenever someone was in trouble, they would rush to their aid and did everything within their power to save them. Even if it could cost their life. It was the noble, right thing to do. That was what they did.

Villains, on the other hand, were not like that. At all. Whenever someone was in trouble, the villains were the cause of that trouble. They would never in a million years rush to go save someone or something like that. Unless it benefited them. Or if it was something they needed for their master plan. That was what the villains did. What did you expect? They were villains.

Jafar wanted power, Evil Queen wanted to be the fairest, Malificent wanted revenge, Ursula wanted to rule the seas, Captain Hook wanted justice for his hand, Gaston wanted Belle's hand in marriage, and his mother wanted to skin 101 Dalmatians. While some of the villains reasons for...well, villainy, were a bit...well...just stupid or selfish, a few of them did have good reasons.

In a way, Cruella did have a somewhat good reason, even if she could've bought her own dalmatians, it was still kinda reasonable. It was for her fashion empire. And Cruella was known for her sweet, stylish taste in fashion. She was famous on the Isle for it. It was for money, something Cruella enjoyed having. He could understand that. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe just a pinch. He would do the same for his experiments and projects.

But he was getting off topic. Heroes. They helped their damsel in distress. It was normally romantic, depending on which hero on Auradon. Carlos wondered what it felt like to be rescued. By a friend, relative, pet (expect dogs), even a romantic partner. What did it feel like? He assumed it must've been a nice one. Something along the lines of gratitude. Even though villains aren't supposed to be grateful.

Carlos De Vil never considered having his princess or whatever to save him. To get him out of the mess. Out of the hurricane. He was gonna be living on this island for the rest of his life, so it didn't matter. If you didn't get into any trouble, you were breaking the law.

But as he stared back at bright, angry green eyes, coldly boring into his very soul, skin burning and tingling, throat suddenly dry, pale as a ghost, eyes wide and fearful, he, at that very moment, he did wish his armored princess would come running to him, saving him from the dragon.

A dragon named Mal.

Mal was angry. Very angry. A ball of fire unraveled at the pit of her chest and erupted into a Malificent Fire. Yeah. She used her mother as the metaphor. Her mom was the Queen of Villainy, despite what Evil Queen thought.

Her soon-to-be victim's brown eyes were swimming in fear, lips tightly pursed, palms sweaty. Inwardly, she smirked. He was terrified. Good.

Everyone in the class wasn't too sure what was going to happen. Not even Mal knew what she was going to do. But she could manage. She was the next Malificent. She was her daughter. And she was gonna prove to her mother that she wasn't one bit human. Like that good-for-nothing father of hers. No way.

Mal was cruel. She was vicious. Malevolent. Evil. That was her. She is a villain. Like her mother, she'll be the cruelest of them all. And she was not happy at that moment.

This little cowardly brat had just humiliated her in front of everyone. Like she wasn't even a villain, more like a deer caught in the trap. The little coward had actually thought he could out-evil her or something. The idea was ridiculous. Laughable.

He wasn't going to get away with it.

Carlos looked at the door desperately. Should he make an escape? Mal couldn't be that mad, could she? After all, she was mostly just big talk. All she could do was insult and stare at you. He never actually saw her assault anybody. Isn't that what minions are for?

The room was deathly silent. You could hear a fly whiz past. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, probably not even realizing it.

"Carlos De Vil." Mal said, frighteningly calm, but her eyes were another story.

He swallowed a rather large gulp, hands sweating as they shook, his brown eyes fearful. Bracing himself, mustering all the courage he had, which wasn't a lot, he forced his feet to move forward, to his seat. Or maybe just his home, back in his lumpy mattress.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a hand lashed out, grabbing the back of his coat, and he shook, penetrated with fear. His breath hitched as he was forcefully dragged back to Mal, and her cruel, cruel emeralds.

"Oh no. No, no, no. You're not going anywhere," scolded her condensing voice, as he faced back into her glaring face.

There was something about her that left Harry intrigued - and a little scared. With her sharp, angry eyes, that snarling frown. There was just something about this girl. She was...different from all the other girls. She stood out. And her mother - don't even get him started. Her mom was one to be feared. And the girl herself wasn't someone you'd mess with.

Harry would stare for a little bit until she left his sight, his gaze lingering for a minute longer. This wasn't a crush. He didn't have the time for crushes. That was more of a hero thing. Besides, she's more focused taking over the world than dating the son of Captain Hook. No. She was just some girl that interested him. Nothing else.

I know, I know. Ridiculously late. But I swear I'm not giving up on this story. I just lost interest. And who's Harry's mystery girl?