Once Upon a Dream

Our Ending

Isle of the Lost

With the rest of the potion that had been left Mal and Ben threw it on themselves and headed for Isle of the Lost.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate that thing?"

Ben complained when they finally entered the Island.

"Yeah. Hey where's your nose?"

"What?" Ben widened his eyes and touched his face startled. When he realized what an idiot, he was being he looked at Mal and saw her laughing. "It's not funny."

"You should have seen your face." Mal was not one to laugh, so even though thought he was incredibly stupid hearing that laugh brought a strange joy to Ben. "First lesson prince, don't believe anyone."

"Noted and no prince, okay?"

"All right. Now we need to go to one person, because you can't walk around the Isle in those clothes."

"Who?"

"The best-dressed villain on the entire Isle of the Lost, Prince."

(...)

Auradon

"You'd better tell us what we have to do."

Ruby spoke directly to Cedric.

"Is that all you have?"

He shouldn't have said that, since from the moment he was caught, Cedric had received at least five different attacks of magic. His body was full of wounds, his face was swollen and bleeding.

"If you want more."

"Ruby stops." Cirse held her hand preventing another attack from being launched. "Cedric please, please just say what we have to do for a new story to be written."

"You are pathetic, you know that? I've spent time of my life helping you, you crazy woman."

"That's dumb. I already found the spell, let's tear out all the pages."

Ruby ordered.

"And what good would that do if we can't build a new story?"

Cirse argued

"Wait, you did all this and you still don't know how to write a new story? Wow, you two are terrible villains."

The guardian laughed and didn't laugh any harder because of the possible broken ribs.

"Shut up."

"Can you two let me go? When you come up with a good plan, I'll be back."

(...)

Isle of the Lost

Ben walked through the empty, dark streets of the Island, despite his fear, Mal seemed sure that there was a good place for them to pass without anyone noticing the king's son.

"Where are we going?"

"Shh! What did I say?"

Mal asked angrily and putting her hand over his mouth.

"Avoid talking through these streets."

He repeated feeling like a child

"We are going to Madame Traimane's salon, Evie should be there." The two walked a few more yards until they were finally in front of Cinderella's stepmother's salon. "Hide over there." She asked the prince who promptly went into an alley. Mal took a thin piece of wire and ran it through the locked padlock. "Evie!"