Another story up. Like I said. Over the next few days, I'll check the response and create an upload schedule that I will try to stick to. I say try because I'm very bad at stuff like that, so who knows xD

For those who want to know... Malice is 18 and the others are 16.

Faceclaim: Cole Sprouse

Enjoy,

Nick

In Auradon, Prince Ben was staring out the window at the Isle of the Lost. He was thinking about how to bring up the proclamation to his father. The sudden slam of the door across from him startled him out of his thoughts "How is it possible that you're going to be crowned king next month?" Ben's father – Beast – complained jokingly "You're just a baby."

"He's turning sixteen, dear," Belle sighed in exasperation.

Ben smiled at his parents "Hey, pops."

"Sixteen?" Beast frowned teasingly "That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make any good decisions until I was at least 42."

Belle glared up at her husband with narrowed eyes "Uh, you decided to marry me at 28."

"Ah, it was either you or a teapot," Beast joked before holding up his hands in surrender "Kidding."

"Mom, dad…" Ben made to step from the platform he was on when the man measuring him stopped him. He sighed and stayed where he was "I've chosen my first official proclamation… I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon." Beast and Belle gaped at their son in shock "Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned."

King Beast finally found his voice "The children of our sworn enemies… living among us?"

"We start out with a few," Ben explained "Only the ones who need our help the most. I've already chosen them."

His father's expression grew cold as he looked at his son with crossed arms "Have you?"

"I gave you a second chance," Belle whispered, putting her hand on his arm and turned back to her son "Who are their parents?"

Ben swallowed nervously "Cruella De Vil… Jafar… Evil Queen…" He broke off and took a deep breath to steel himself "And Maleficent."

"Maleficent," Beast roared, ignoring the squeak the tailor had given at the name "She is the worst villain in the land."

Ben sighed and stepped from the platform now that the man had fled "Dad, just hear me out here."

"I won't hear of it," King Beast shook his head harshly "They are guilty of unspeakable crimes."

"Dad, their children are innocent," Ben pointed out "Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?" When his father didn't react he looked up at him pleadingly "Dad?"

Beast licked his lips and nodded hesitatingly "I suppose their children are innocent…"

Bella smiled "Well, well done." She held out her arm to her husband "Shall we?" The two of them gave one last nod to their son before leaving the room again. Ben sighed in relief. So far, so good. The first step was already done. Now he only had to get the five children from the Isle to Auradon…

Around the same time on the Isle of the Lost, Malice followed his mother through the town. They were looking for his younger sister, Mal. Why the eighteen-year-old didn't know. He didn't really care much either. Everything that made his mother excited could only mean trouble.

"Hi, mom." Mal whirled around with the lollipop still clutched in her hand. They villagers had all run away screaming as soon as the noticed who had just arrived.

Maleficent rolled her eyes at her daughter "Stealing candy, Mal? I'm so disappointed."

"It was from a baby," the purple-haired girl pointed out.

"That's my nasty little girl," Maleficent cackled. She grabbed the candy out of her daughter's hand, spat on it and rubbed it under her arm. Then she shoved it at one of the knuckleheads around her "Give it back to the dreadful creature."

Mal blinked and turned to her older brother with a frown "Malice?"

"Sorry, Mal," Malice shrugged, his face blank "You should know better by now." For their mother it sounded like he chided his sister, for Mal, on the other hand, it had a completely different meaning. You should know by now that mother won't accept us. You will never be 'evil' enough for her. So why are you even trying? Malice had given up long ago and resigned himself to being a disappointment in his mother's eyes.

Maleficent nodded in agreement "It's the deeds, Mal, that makes the difference between mean and truly evil. When I was your age I was…" Here both Malice and Mal started mouthing along "Cursing entire kingdoms." Maleficent stopped and pointed to Mal "You. Walk with me. See, I'm just trying to teach you the thing that really counts… how to be me."

"I know that," Mal sighed "And I'll do better."

Maleficent looked from her daughter to her son whose face still wasn't giving anything away before she clapped her hands "Oh, there's news. I buried the lede." She waved at the five children in front of her "You five have been chosen to go to a different school… In Auradon." Carlos, Jay and Evie immediately tried to escape but they were stopped by the minions who had taken their places behind them.

Malice's eyes widened in shock and Mal grimaced "What? I'm not going to some boarding school filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses."

"And perfect princes," Evie sighed dreamily but stopped when Mal glared at her "Urgh."

Jay nodded and leaned forward "Yeah, and I don't do uniforms. Unless it's leather. You feel me?"

He was about to high five Carlos when he spoke up in a small voice "I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave."

"Woof," Jay barked jokingly from behind the de Vil.

"Yeah," Mal nodded "Mom, we're not going."

Malice snorted quietly and spoke into his sister's ear "Do you honestly think we have a choice? I'm sure mother already has a plan."

"Oh, you're thinking too small, pumpkin," Maleficent gestured "It's all about world domination." She whirled around to walk back to the castle "Knuckleheads…"

"Told you so," the purple-haired boy pointed out with a grim look on his face.

Mal rolled her eyes "Yes, yes… You were right, Malice."

"Malice. Mal," their mother singsonged. The five children exchanged a look before they followed the villain. Once they got to the lair, Maleficent turned back to them "You will go. You will find fairy godmother and you will bring back the magic wand. Easy peasy."

"What's in it for us?" Mal narrowed her eyes.

Maleficent tilted her head "Matching thrones. Hers-and-hers crowns…"

When it looked like she was going to continue, Carlos cut in "Um, I… I think she meant us?" He gestured to himself, Evie and Jay.

"It's all about you and me, baby." Maleficent wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders "Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

Malice watched them with a frown on his face. He was used to being shoved aside in favour of Mal. Maybe it was because he never showed his mother that he inherited her power as well… Maybe it was because of his father. Malice was one of the few kids on the Isle who knew both parents, no matter whether he wanted to or not. Born only two years after the villains were cast to the Isle, Malice was one of the oldest children on the Isle. The fact that he had survived for this long, surprised him. It wasn't for the lack of trying on either Maleficent or his father's behalf. The eighteen-year-old was glad that Mal was treated somewhat better than him. Of course, their mother would never actually love one of her children unconditionally but at least Mal wasn't in their mother's bad books.

Mal shrugged at her mother's words "Well, yeah. I mean, who doesn't…"

"Well, the get me the wand and you and I can see all that and so much more," Maleficent commanded "And with the wand and my sceptre, I will be able to bond both good and evil to my will."

"Our will," the Evil Queen cut in from the side.

Maleficent waved her off "Our will, our will." She snapped her fingers which caused us to looked back to her "And if you refuse you're grounded for the rest of your lives, missy."

"What… Mom…" Mal pouted. Maleficent pretended to squish her daughter's lips to make her stop complaining and then they started to stare at each other, both their eyes turning green.

Carlos walked up to Malice who was watching the scene with no emotion on his face. The youngest of the five had gotten used to the eighteen-year-old's masks and was the only one who knew how the other boy felt about his parents "Do you think we will be okay?" he whispered quietly, making sure that no one would pay them any attention.

Malice head snapped to the side and he sighed "I don't know, Carlos. I really don't."

"Fine," Mal huffed at that moment "Whatever."

Maleficent smirked triumphantly "I win."

"Evie, my little evil-lette in training," the Evil Queen exclaimed "You just find yourself a prince with a big castle and a mother-in-law wing…"

"And lots and lots of mirrors," the two chorused.

Evie giggled at the thought but stopped immediately when her mother snapped at her "No laughing. Wrinkles."

"Oh, well, they're not taking my Carlos," Cruella shook her head "Because I'd miss him too much."

Carlos perked up at that "Really, mom?"

"Yes," the woman clad in fur nodded absentmindedly "Who would touch up my roots, fluff my fur and scrape the bunions off my feet?"

"Yeah," the black and white haired boy grumbled "Maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing."

Cruella gasped in shock "Oh, Carlos, they have dogs in Auradon."

"Oh, no," he shook his head, looking up at Maleficent "I'm not going."

Maleficent just grunted and turned to Jafar when he started talking as well "Well, Jay isn't going either. I need him to stock the shelves in my store. What did you score?" Jay pulled several items out of his clothes and finally revealed a lap "Oh. Ooh. A lamp."

"Dad," Jay tried when his father rubbed at it frantically "I already tried."

"Evie's not going anywhere until we get rid of this unibrow," the Evil Queen exclaimed.

"What is wrong with you all?" Maleficent shouted furiously, causing both of her children to cower back slightly. It never turned out well if their mother shouted at anyone "People used to cower at the mention of our names. For twenty years, I have searched for a way off this island. For twenty years, they have robbed us from our revenge… revenge on Snow White and her horrible little men."

"Ow," the Evil Queen winced.

"Revenge on Aladdin and his bloated genie," Maleficent continued.

Jafar surged forward "I will…" Jay held him back and shook his head.

"Revenge on every sneaky Dalmatian that escaped your clutches."

Cruella laughed "Oh, but they didn't get baby." She squeezed the plush animal on her shoulder, causing it to squeak "They didn't get the… They didn't get the baby."

"And I, Maleficent… The evilest of them all, I will finally have my revenge on sleeping beauty and her relentless little prince. Villains."

"Yes?" the Evil Queen and Jafar questioned, while Cruella was still off in her own world.

Maleficent looked at them seriously "Our day has come. EQ, give her the magic mirror."

"Yeah," the other woman nodded, holding out a small mirror, barely the size of a hand.

Evie frowned down at the small accessory "That is your magic mirror?"

"Yeah, well, it ain't what it used to be," the EQ shrugged "But then again, neither are we. It will help you find things."

"Like a prince?" the blue-haired girl questioned.

EQ shook her head "Like my waistline," she joked.

"Like the magic wand," Maleficent snapped "Hello!"

"Hello," EQ smiled.

Maleficent shook her head "My spell book. My book." She walked over to the fridge that they used as a safe "I need my… that book. Oh, ah! The safe. The safe." She tried to open it a few times but it didn't work "Queen, help me. I never can figure this thing out."

The EQ stood up and opened the fridge easily "Viola."

"My spell… come, darling. Come. Oh… ooh! Oh, oh. There she is." Maleficent was holding the smoking book carefully "It doesn't work here but it will in Auradon. Remember? When we were spreading evil and ruining lives?"

"Like it was yesterday," the Evil Queen sighed.

Maleficent turned to Mal "And now you will be making your own memories by doing exactly as I tell you. Door." The Queen quickly closed the fridge door.

At that moment, a honk sounded outside "Whoo," Jay exclaimed "Let's get this party started."

Cruella glanced at her son "Carlos! Come."

Malice looked from one villain to the others and as soon as he reached his mother, he turned and walked out, grabbing a few of his clothes on the way out. It wasn't as if he had much. Only a few shirts and pants along with his purple and green leather jacket and one pair of dark purple – almost black leather pants. He looked at the limo in surprise and startled when a man in a suit grabbed the bag out of his hand.

"Ah, smells like common folk," the Evil Queen complained behind him.

Carlos shot towards the car door as quickly as he could "Come back here, now," Cruella shouted "Carlos! Ingrate."

Jafar on the other hand just waved "Bye-bye."

Malice looked at the balcony where his mother was standing and stiffened when she narrowed her eyes on him. He knew that he was supposed to help Mal with the plan, no matter what his mother thought of him… If he didn't? Well, he supposed that eighteen was old enough to die after all. He squeezed past Mal into the car and almost gaped at the expensive décor.

As soon as the car was moving, Evie turned to Mal "You're looking a little washed out," she pointed out, readying her make-up brush "Let me help you out."

Mal grimaced "Ew. Stop… I'm plotting."

"Well, it's not very attractive," Evie sniffed.

Meanwhile, Carlos had stuffed some sort of treat into his mouth "Oh! These… It's salty like nuts but it's sweet like I don't know what."

"Let me see," Jay demanded and scrunched up his nose when Carlos opened his mouth, revealing half-chewed food "Ew."

"Ow," Carlos grumbled when Jay hit him over the head, grabbing the sweets from his hand.

Malice closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat next to his sister. He wasn't as excited for Auradon as the others seemed to be. For him, it was only another part in his life that was dictated by others. Why couldn't he make his own decisions for once? "Malice?" Mal questioned, grabbing her older brother's hand in concern. He hadn't even reacted when the others started panicking about the bridge.

"What?" he asked tiredly, cracking one of his eyes open.

Mal sighed "It won't be that bad. Come on, see it as an opportunity to show mother that we are worthy?"

"Worthy of what, Mal?" Malice laughed sadly "That woman makes it clear every day that we can't do anything to live up to her name. When will you accept that?"

"Don't say that," his sister snapped.

Malice snorted "Why not? Because it's the truth?"

"Just – Just…"

"Mal, I'm sorry," the eighteen-year-old sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was a few shades darker than his sister's hair "I'm just through with hoping. You think she will accept you if you steal the wand? Then I hope that you're right."

The others had watched us silently, looking down at their hands. They knew how the siblings were feeling. The hope that Mal had and even the doubts that Malice was voicing. Would their parents really treat them better after they got the wand?