I'm Not Wicked

(Descendants 3) Part One

Eleanor held tightly onto her broom, fighting against the wind as she tried to get to the top of the stone tower. Everything was blurry, she could barely see two feet in front of her face.

She didn't know why she needed to get to the top of this tower. All she knew was that Gabriela's life depended on it.

And suddenly, she was falling.
Down...

Down...

Down..

***

"Ellie!" Gabriela yelled urgently, shaking her green friend awake.

Eleanor shot up, her hair a nest of tangles. She could only see a pink blur in front of her, blindly searching for her glasses.

Gabriela sighed tiredly and sat down on the navy blue sheets of Eleanor's bed, grabbing her-extremely unflattering, in her personal opinion-glasses.

Eleanor fumbled to grab the glasses from Gabriela, quickly placing them crookedly on her face.

"What is up with you recently?" Gabriela questioned, worry obvious in her voice.

"I'm fine, nothing is 'up' with me," Eleanor replied sleepily yet defiantly, the same way she had the last hundred times Gabriela had asked since the Ben-love-spell situation.

Gabriela straightened Eleanor's glasses on her face, grabbing her green hands lovingly, her perfect eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Please, tell me what's going on. You've been acting weird ever since the cotillion, just tell me," Gabriela pleaded, squeezing her friends hand.

Eleanor hesitated; she didn't want Gabriela to worry just because she was having some weird dream tragedy.

Light then started coming in through the windows, Eleanor quickly changing the subject.

"Hey, look at that! The sun has risen," Eleanor said with a little too much enthusiasm, hopping out of bed and going to brush her hair.

"Ellie, it's six a clock! There's no reason to be up at this hour!" Gabriela whined, flopping back onto Eleanor's bed.

The blonde then watched Eleanor in her navy blue pajamas trying to rip a hairbrush through her tangled hair. Gabriela had seen Eleanor do this hundreds of times now; she would aggressively toss and turn, make excuses and say she's fine, then change the subject and get up at an unreasonable hour.

She hadn't slept a full eight hours in months. Because of that, neither had Gabriela, who would snooze a bit at lunch.

Eleanor didn't even do that.
She went to bed late, woke up early, and did it all over again.

*Two hours later...

Gabriela and Eleanor were now sitting in slightly awkward silence, both dressed, Eleanor in a black dress with ruffles of muted colors, a maroon turtleneck, black tights, and black boots, and Gabriela in a short, pink dress with ruffles, a pair of pink high heals, and her pink flower clip-she wanted to subtly match with Eleanor.

Gabriela was putting French fishtail braids in Eleanor hair, which had grown a lot and reached down to her hips.

"How are things going with Dorian?" Eleanor asked, wanting to break the silence but immediately regretting her choice of question.

"It's going fine. Something just doesn't feel right. I don't know, it's stupid, really," Gabriela rambled, tying off Eleanor's first braid with black ribbon.

Eleanor thought about her answer, starting to overthink it like she did with everything Gabriela said about Dorian.

He brought me daisies!