Gold | Disney Descendants

Chap 3

He should have expected that they wouldn't believe him. He could hardly believe it at first himself. And he'd watched her through his window for almost a week before trying to catch her! However, he can't help but pace back and forth across his room. He hadn't taken anyone to see Twyla before. He didn't know how she'd react. Or if she even would want to meet anyone. He raked his hands through his hair, messing the dark curls. Finally, he grabs his jacket, yanks it on and starts off towards the beach.

"Twyla?" he calls softly. He pauses. A few moments later and the fairy pops up. She lands on the rock and he watches as she pulls her hair back into a high bun atop her head. He kneads his hands together, pacing along the beach in front of her. He stops and starts speaking every second or two. He barely noticed as she zips passed him until she flies right up in front of his face and points to the sand. When he looks, he sees she's written in the sand.

'What's wrong?'

Harry frowns slightly, sighs, then looks back at her. Holding his hands out, she lands softly into his palm and then sits down.

"Would you be okay meeting some friends of mine? Tonight?"

Her head tilts slightly, mouth twisted to the side. Her wings twitch. She silent for a long while and he almost feel like he can't breathe. If she says no, then what is he supposed to tell Uma and Gil? Finally, she stands up, steadying herself in his thumb then clasps her hands in front of her and nods. Harry grins and nods back. Gently, he places her down on the rock.

"I'll see you later tonight, okay?" She glows brightly, then waves him goodbye.

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The three pirates stroll down the dock, Harry's got a handful of papers rolled up underneath one arm, the inkwell shoved in his pocket. Uma and Gil follow after him. As their shoes sink into the sand, they glance around. Uma's arms cross, looking back at Harry. She makes a short gesture with her hand to the area around them and the utter lack of a fairy.

"Okay. Where's this fairy, Harry?" she asks.

There's a bell-tinkling kind of cough and Twyla strolls up to the top of the rock, hands on her hips, wings fluttering. She's glowing brightly. Her dark eyes flicker between the three, waiting for some kind of reaction. Harry just turns to look at the other two.

Then everything happens at once.

Gil almost gives them all away with his shout of surprise until Uma leaps up to slap a hand over his mouth. In doing so, the both of them almost fall over with the weight of Uma diving towards him. Harry reaches out to snag the both of them, grabbing Uma by the back of her jacket and Gil by his arm, steadying them both on their feet.

Twyla's laughing loudly, lifting almost a foot off the rock with the glee behind it. When everyone settles, Uma leans on the rock, staring at the tiny girl. Twyla sinks back down to the rock, her laughter stopping. There's silence between them as they just ... stare.

"You're real." She says. Twyla nods. Another pause of silence. "Can you break the barrier?"

Twyla shakes her head, frowning slightly. Uma's mouth twitches slightly, almost a frown. There's a glint of irritation in her eyes. Upon hearing the familiar question, Harry leans against the rock beside the two girls, leaving Gil to stare slack-jawed at the fairy. He pulls the inkwell out of his pocket and rolls out the paper next to it. Twyla tinkles out something that Harry's come to know as a kind of 'thank-you'.

"I already asked her," he replies. Uma snaps to look at him.

"But if she can pass through, then she has to be able to take us out," Uma argues back. Twyla stares between the two as they argue then flutters up, dips her toes into the inkwell and etches across the scrap of paper. 'N-O-T T-H-A-T E-A-S-Y'. Uma makes a sound of annoyance and shoves off the rock, arms crossing, understandably annoyed. By this point, Gil had come over to the rock, staring down at the fairy. Gently, he reaches out and pokes her stomach. As he does, she shoves his finger away, screwing up her nose.

"You're a real fairy," he says, voice filled with wonder. Twyla nods quickly, sprinkling fairy dust onto the rock. Gil just laughs. It's enough to get the others to start chuckling along with him too.

The rest of the night is spent asking Twyla questions until she flops down in exhaustion, delicate wings drooping, ink drenched feet dampening the paper's edge. Her mouth opens wide in a yawn, the points of sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. The sun is close to rising as the three pirates finally leave and Twyla flies off over the rocks.