*~PROLOGUE~*

Young five-year-old Ben, almost a six-year-old, didn't know better when he was playing by the loading barges in Auradon. The boats were used to send the Auradon trash to the Isle of the Lost. His father told him it was all the villains deserved, not that Ben fully believed him.

He went to the barge with his father and his mother, the King and Queen of Auradon. His parents had to talk with the guy in charge about something important. Ben didn't really know what the important thing was.

Ben absolutely loved his parents. His mother, the Queen of Auradon, was known throughout the kingdom for her beauty, with one villager commenting that it has no parallel, but although she knows it, she's not vain or concerned about her looks. She was greatly aware that her fellow citizens think of her as "odd" and "peculiar." His mother paid very little attention to her appearance, unlike the other queens in Auradon.

His mother has long brown hair, most often tied back in a low ponytail with a blue ribbon, and possessed captivating hazel eyes, full lips, rosy cheeks, a heart-shaped face, and a sculpted figure. One of her more distinct features were the strands of hair that were constantly slipping loose from her ponytail and falling in front of her face. He often seen her brushing them back into place when nervous or trying to be polite.

Although Ben remembered so much about his mother's appearance, he remembered so little of his father's. He knew he was a tall and slender man with bright blue eyes. Ben could never forget those blue eyes. He wished he had them, but he was stuck with a combination of his mother's and father's eye; an ugly green-blue color that he absolutely hated.

Ben didn't know how he managed to get in the boat. He had chased a creature around for a few minutes. A butterfly? A lizard? He couldn't remember. Ben just knew that he tripped and bumped his head, knocking him unconscious.

When he awoke, Ben felt the boat swaying back and forth. Although his vision was slightly distorted, he could tell that he was in the middle of an ocean. However, a faint stench of garbage reached his nose and he found it repulsive. Before he knew it, he was back unconscious.

Little young Mal was in one of the best moods ever! Although she was not invited to little Princess Evie's birthday party, her mother took care of it. The powerful fairy, Maleficent, banished the Evil Queen and her daughter to the far end of the Isle because of their crimes.

The look on the princess's face as she was carried away by her mother was horrifically wicked!

The only thing that could make Mal even more cheery is to dig through the barge to see what kind of treasures from Auradon she can take before anyone else.

The goblins got out of the young fairy's way in fear of her mother's wrath. In the back of her mind, it bothered Mal that she had to rely on her mother to scare everyone off. To be fair-she was only a six-year-old girl that can do no better.

As she got onto the enormous boat, Mal found a young boy passed out on the deck. He was about her age, maybe slightly younger. He had brown hair that covered most of his face now.

He was dressed in clothes that were too neat to be from the Isle. The typical citizen usually had something ripped or torn. The boy had a button up shirt and pants that didn't have anything on them, save for the dirt from the boat.

Being the curious child she was, Mal poked his chubby cheeks to see if he was alive. After a few good jabs, the boy's eyelids started fluttering and soon enough his eyes were open.

The boy had the most beautiful eyes Mal has ever seen in the six years she's been alive. They were a bright blue color that could be visible in the dark. Mal would have stared into his eyes forever if he hadn't blinked.

"Where am I?" The boy questioned as he rubbed his head that had a slight bump forming.

"You're on the Isle of the Lost," Mal informed before reciting, "a prison for the villains and their kids because we are not welcomed in Auradon." She waited for the boy to say something, but he seemed confused. "Are you from Auradon?"

"I don't know," he confessed as he looked around the slump he was at. "I don't know where I'm from."

"How about a name?" Mal suggested helpfully. "Do you at least know that?"

The boy thought about it real hard before he felt something in his pocket. In his pocket was a little note, a reminder, that said, 'I will always love you, Ben'.

"'Ben'?" He guessed as he shoved the note back in his pocket. "I think my name is 'Ben'."

"Nice name." Mal extended her hand for him to shake it. "I'm Mal, short for Maleficent, but Mother says I can't have my full name until I've proved that I deserve it. Do you know your parents?"

Ben thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"How about your age? Or birthday?"

Another pause before another shake of the head.

"Hmmm. . ." Mal examined Ben for a moment before determining, "Well, you look about my age, so we'll make today your birthday! That means you turn six years old today! Will that work for you?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Not like I remember my real one."

"Great!" Mal exclaimed cheerfully, before grabbing hold of his hand. "Come on, let's go to my mother. She'll know what to do now."

Turns out her mother, Maleficent, wanted nothing to do with Ben. The thought that he might come from Auradon frightened the evil fairy. She might get blamed if he turned out to be someone important.

Mal and Ben went outside the former's house to escape Maleficent's wrath.

"So, what are you going to do?" Mal questioned.

Ben shrugged once again. "Don't know. I guess I'll just live here on the Isle."

"Are you sure?" She wondered curiously. "Don't you want to know if you come from Auradon?"

"Not really," he confessed. "If I do come from Auradon, I won't go unless you get to come with me."

He gave the young girl a kind smile. "I'll see you later!"

With those parting words, he traveled through the grungy island, leaving Mal with high hopes that she'll get out of the wretched prison.

Someday.