Once upon a time, long ago and far away, a land is divided into two groups. You were either good and loved in the glimmering land of Auradon with no problems whatsoever. Or you were evil, set to live your entire life and your descendant’s life on a forsaken isle right outside the kingdom. With a magical barrier keeping everyone who had every been the least bit interesting, the isle was appropriately named the Isle of the Lost. Lost because while Auradon had grand balls every night and the newest technology,the isle was left to be lost in the fairy tales.
Mal shut the book with a huff. Alone in the library, she laid the velvet book on the end table. On the weekends most students are home or out. She wasn’t one of them. Instead she wasted her time on meaningless tasks for King Ben. She sighed into a hand.
It wasn’t meaningless. It was probably important. Important – she couldn’t figure it out. Browsing through the bookcases, Mal searched for anything magical sounding in the titles. Most were plain titles with basic names and adjectives. After an afternoon of looking and reading, Mal escaped out the side door. A few people she passed greeted her with smiles, but luckily most students were still off campus. The castle was a short walk and Mal easily got to Ben’s office.
Taking a small peak in, she saw papers and books everywhere. Opening the door more, she saw Ben hunched over in a chair a corner. Lumiere was right by his side, picking out books to put on the table and taking some off the table to put them back in the case. Carefully stepping in, Mal scanned some papers near the door.
“Hey…” Ben looked up from the thick book on his lap and smiled.
“Hey Benny-boo. How you do?” Mal stepped over a stack of paper.
Ben shut the book and walked over to her. The piles didn’t seem to bother him nor did they hinder him. They hands interlocked and with a brief kiss, Ben lead her to the bookcase.
“Wow . . . This isn’t the least bit crazy.” Mal teased.
Ben shrugged. “I have slightly gone out of my mind. But it will be worth it when I find what we need.” He took a step towards the book shelf and read over Lumiere’s shoulder
Mal leaned on the desk and chuckled to herself. “If only we knew what we were looking for.”
He shook his head. “I know this is confusing. I can’t say I’m faring any better,” He held her by his side and looked over the bookcase, overwhelming fatigue and worry washing over them.
A servant ran in with heavy breathes. “Sir! The fairy Godmother has found something.”
Moments later, she came in. Dressed in a lengthy pale blue dress, she glided into the room with a unsure smile. Bowing, she approached the two.“Hello dears, I’m afraid I don’t have the best of news.”
Looking between the two, Mal rolled her eyes and sighed. “Why do I have a feeling we’re traveling back to my neck of the woods.”
Ben pat they interlinked hands. “Mal, come on. There would be no reason to go to the isle. All royal titles were dethroned when the villains were sent there.”
The Godmother squeaked between the two with an uncomfortable smile. “Almost all. We didn’t get all the villains and not all graves were found. So, while most were dethroned, there is still one lineage that is still in line.”
Mal and Ben looked with baited breath at her. “Which one?”
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