Tough Love 🐉( A Short Story)

Chapter 6

It's literally 11 o'clock and I just finished this chapter I'm going to sleep enjoy 20 pages of work. I also forgot to mention I took some things from the official "Isle of the lost novel" because I didn't remember how some parts when so that is why it probably seems familiar.

Mal was furious if only that stupid devil boy didn't make some kind of thingamajig she wouldn't be in this mess.

Apparently, the boy's machine was able to crack a small hole in the barrier Allowing her mother's Raven Diablo to be unfrozen along with her mother's Dragon scepter to come alive and she had so kindly been given the task to go retrieve it and Carlos and the princess girl had been so nice that they tagged along willingly.

Maleficent wanted the Dragon's Eye back, which was great, and all, and Mal totally got it; but actually trying to find out where it was on the island—now that was something else entirely.

So, yeah.

It wasn't as if Diablo were any help. All the raven did was caw when Mal poked it. "Where is it, huh, D? If you're back to life, then it can't be far, right? But where?" He'd poke her eyes out if she got close enough to let him. That stupid bird had always wanted her mother all to himself; and to him, Mal wasn't even a threat as much as a nuisance.

Diablo just gets jealous at times.

Still, it was more than just a bird that was haunting her now.

Maleficent's threats were hard to shake. As always, her mother knew exactly where to strike. She could find her daughter's soft spots as easily now as when she had been a babywearing one on the top of her own head.

Don't you want to prove yourself to me?

Prove that you are worthy of the name I bestowed on you, Maleficent!

Harsh but definitely something I'd say.

With the help of Jafar, the path away from the village and toward the shore was smooth at first but soon became rocky. Mal began to flag. Her feet hurt in her boots, but she soldiered on grimly, now leading the way and following the directions on the map. Behind her, she could hear Evie's light steps, Jay's stomping ones, and Carlos's tentative ones.

"So that was your mom, huh?" said Evie trying to start a conversation

"Yup, the one and only Cruella De Vil," Carlos said, bypassing some poison ivy and pointing it out to the rest of the group to avoid. "One-way ticket to crazy town, right?"

"She's not so bad," said Evie, who ducked below a low-hanging branch of a creepy oak tree. "At least she doesn't do this thing that my mom does, where she pretends to be a Magic Mirror telling me I'm far from the fairest of the land."

Carlos stopped in his tracks, and he and Jay looked at her, shocked. Even Mal turned around to stare at her.

"Really? But you're gorgeous," Jay said. "I mean, you're not my type, sweetheart, but you've got to know you're good-looking."

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"Nah, you're mom's right—you're ugly," Jay teased.

"That sucks that she does that," said Carlos quietly.

"Whatever," Evie said nonchalantly. "It's not like I care."

"You really mean that?" asked Carlos.

"I mean, it's not like your mom is any different, right?" Evie pointed out. They were the children of the evilest villains in the world. What did they expect: love, joy, sympathy?