Hi Guys!

First of all, I am NOT abandoning any of my stories. I'll just update them when I got the time and inspiration, probably not in an order.

This is my second Descendants story and I know I shouldn't start writing another one because none of my other stories are finished yet, but this idea was bugging me for a LONG time and I really wanted to write it.

There are really not that many stories about lost princesses or princes and I for one loved them so I decided to do one of my own.

I hope you like it and please review and tell me what you think. I am opened to suggestions.

PLEASE READ:

Alex: 9 ½

Ben: 16

Mal: 15

Jay : 17

Carlos: 14

Evie : 15

Dizzy: 9 (I don't know her actual age but in my story she is nine years old)

Once upon a time, long, long ago… Well, more like twenty years ago…

Belle married her Beast in front of 6000 of their closest personal friends. And instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king over the United States of Auradon. So he rounded up all the villains and sidekicks and booted them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there.

No magic. No wi-fi. No way out.

But such a thing took time. After all, these are villains. The worst of the worst, they are nothing but sneaky, deceitful and ready to do anything to gain success.

It took years to catch them all.

In this time, the royal couple had a son whom they named Benjamin Florian Beast, a boy with dark blond hair like his father and warm brown eyes like his mother.

A few months before Prince Ben's 7th birthday, the Beast family had another son. The kingdom was rejoiced when the baby was born. The new young prince had his mother's chocolate hair and his father's blue eyes.

"How are we going to call my brother? Can we really choose his name?!" Ben asked excited.

"Not sure about the name, dear, but he sure has your daddy's temper. Any ideas?"

"I wanna call him Alex!"

The King and Queen exchanged glances.

"How about we name him Alexander?"

"But can I call him Alex?" the little prince asked.

"Of course."

"Price Alexander Beast. I think it fits him." The King agreed.

On the same day, the baby Prince got a golden bracelet that Fairy Godmother spelled herself, so that it wouldn't accidentally fall off of his hand. It had the face of the beast, just like his brother's ring, that he carried on a necklace around his neck since it was still too big for him.

Ben simply adored his little brother.

He loved to make him laugh or even just smile. His parents would always find him in the nursery, playing with his baby brother or just reading or drawing when Alex was sleeping, or even humming "Beauty and the Beast" to make him stop crying.

But tragedy stroke the royal family before the baby prince's first birthday.

Under the cover of the night, a dark figure slipped into the castle. No one was concerned that someone would even think of breaking in. There were less than a handful of villains that had yet to be captured, but they were all hiding. They wouldn't dare get close.

She approached the baby's crib. She would get her revenge. She would show the King what his command had cost him.

The next day, the king and queen entered their youngest child's room only to find it empty. No one knew what happened to the little prince. Queen Belle was devastated when she found out that her youngest child was missing.

"I searched the whole room, plus the castle and the gardens. Whoever did it didn't live a trance!" General Li Shang reported to the King and Queen.

How could it be a villain? They locked everyone on the Isle of the Lost!

"Mommy, where's Alex?" Ben asked.

"This is going to be hard for him." Mulan told her husband.

He shook his head. "It's going to be hard for everyone."

The search parties continued, every soul in the kingdom was determined to find their prince, but the days turned into weeks and then months without any sign of the young royal.

The rest of the villains were quick to capture, but that didn't dim King Beast's rage over the loss of his child. There was still no sign of the youngest prince, because he was actually on the one place no one even thought he could be…

….on the Isle of the Lost.

There, Prince Alexander Beast became Alex Gothel. The boy from the tower.

Alex wasn't like the other kids on the Isle.

Everyone there was tripping over themselves trying to make their parents proud, trying to earn their attention, to show them that they could be evil and rotten like them.

Alex didn't care about that.

He learnt when he was three that his mother didn't care about him. He could starve, cry or break a bone and Mother Gothel would only glare at him and tell him to keep quiet.

He read somewhere once that she actually cared for Rapunzel. Or, at least she pretended to care. He figured she thought if being nice wouldn't keep a person in her tower, then she could change her tactic. She certainly wasn't nice to him.

She was obsessed with locking him in the tower. She would lock the doors, or lock him in a closet then lock the doors, or chain or at least tie him up the shoved him in the closet then lock the doors.

Which is why Alex had to learn how to pick locks, untie himself and jump really high to reach – well…. – anything outside, really. He had to get out to steal some food after all. Mother Gothel was clearly not going to feed him.

If he could, he would stay as far as possible from her. He would try to swim for Auradon, if that stupid barrier didn't exist.

He tried running away a few times. Mother Gothel always found him and gave him a good beating, then proceed to lock him up worse than before. Usually with chains. She loved chains.

His wrists were always scarred, but he learned to ignore the pain. Some of the scars even faded.

His left wrist had the most scars. The golden bracelet that Alex doesn't even remember getting was always shining in the dark closet.

His mother hated that bracelet. Every time she would get angry she would get the knife and try to cut it off, but the bracelet wouldn't even get scratched. His hand would.

And it always sucked cleaning all the blood after she stopped.

He tried getting it off, but he never could. The bracelet got bigger every time he got bigger so it wasn't uncomfortable or heavy or anything. He kinda liked it. It provided him light in that dark tower.

But he couldn't remember stealing it. He rarely steals anything other than food. And if it IS actually made of gold, why did he have it?

There was no gold on the Isle of the Lost!

What annoyed his was that it always attracted unwanted attention. A lot of people tried to steal it from him, but they couldn't get it off of him.

He had to learn how to fight. To protect himself.

Because no one would do that for him.

That's actually how he met Jay. The son of Jafar caught glimpse of his bracelet one day and tried to steal it. He was 14 and Alex was 6, but the Tower Boy, as people often referred to him, knew some things, too. He heard Jay got closer and when he made a move close to his wrist, he caught him and judo-flipped him over.

Jay had never been more surprised in his entire life. He was twice the high of that kid!

They glared at each other for a few moments, then Alex turned on his heels and left. Jay didn't stop him.

It was like a silent mutual understanding. They respected each other enough not to attack if they ever met again, Jay wasn't going to try stealing from him and Alex wouldn't tell anyone what happened.

Alex met Carlos when he was five.

It was the third time he tried to run away from the tower and Mother Gothel was furious. She dragged him to Cruella's house and shoved him in her fur closet.

He remembered being so terrified, mainly because it wasn't even the closet from the tower. It was a foreign territory. He didn't know this place.

He couldn't see anything. He trusted his right hand forward, where he thought the door would be, but the next thing he knew was pain.

His hand got caught in a bear trap.

He remembered crying and trying to release his hand and he succeeded, after about 30 miserable minutes.

Carlos came some time after and helped him out. He understood quickly that the son of Cruella had to deal with the bear traps often. The (nearly) 10 year old boy even showed Alex the scar one of then left on his leg.

He started helping Carlos after that.

He checked on him and picked the lock for Carlos every time his mother locked him somewhere. He got him out of the house a few times, too. Showed him places on the Isle, even brought him food when he found more than usual.

Evie he met because of Carlos. He and Carlos helped her get out of the fur closet, after Mal shoved her in and the three of them became friends.

But his best friend was definitely Dizzy Tremaine.

He met her when he was four.

The daughter of Drizella found him the third time he snuck out of the tower to look for food. She let him in her family's shop "Curl up and Dye" and gave him food.

They were best friend from that day on. He would steal food if she didn't have enough, or cloth if she wanted to make clothes, or paint, or anything she asked. She was about six months younger than him, and she was bullied often.

Alex liked to fight everyone that messed with her. It made him feel useful. Dizzy needed him there and she wanted him there because she liked him.

His mother didn't like him, but Dizzy did.

She made him his first pillow. Blue and yellow and as comfy as a pillow from the Isle could be.

Dizzy also made him his clothes. A camouflage hoodie with a dark blue shirt underneath, black ripped pants and a dark blue beanie.

The first time Mal saw him, he was chasing Harry Hook out of Dizzy's shop. The pirate was twice his high, but he was screaming and running from him like Captain Hook was running from the crocodile.

Mal was impressed. She offered him a place in her gang. The others quickly agreed. They liked him. He was fast, strong and he could be feared. He accepted, because that meant he would have more food and he wouldn't have to fear other gangs. There was safety in numbers and he could protect Dizzy better.

Maleficent was the worst of the worst. The Queen of the Isle. Nobody dared to mess with what was hers and by extension Mal's. He was in Mal's gang and everyone on the Isle knew that anyone who messed with Dizzy was going to have to deal with him.

Alex didn't like stealing rotten candy from babies or waking someone up or stuff like that, but he liked hiding somewhere and growling in the dark, or even roaring. He was by far the smallest of the group, but roaring made him feel big and powerful. Plus Mal liked it when he scared everyone on the streets.

Alex liked helping his friend – gang – whatever. They were the Rotten Five. They had each other's backs, even if that wasn't really what villains usually do. They should watch only themselves but they don't. They're more than a gang. They're a team. They're friends. Even if none of them would ever say it out loud.

This was his life. To steal, to lie and to fight.

Or so he thought…