𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓾𝓮 [Slow Updates]

A New Path Begins

Four mischievous teens set the lively rhythm of the Isle of the Lost, their youthful energy coloring the dreary town. Among them, Jay, robust and long-maned, exudes a self-satisfied air, patting his well-endowed haul.

"Hey, always gotta get the good stuff," he boasts, flashing a grin that evokes envy.

"Sure thing. You've got all the luck," Carlos retorts, a slender figure with freckles scattered across his cheeks. He slicks back his black-and-white hair, his expression a playful pout. Jay responds with a playful punch to Carlos' shoulder.

"Yeah, that's because you've got no skills, bro," Jay chides, eliciting a mock glare from Carlos. A friendly rivalry sparks as they engage in light punches and slaps.

"Hey, be careful. You're gonna make my stuff fall," Jay protests, delivering a well-placed kick to Carlos that sends him sprawling. Jay takes a moment to adjust his vivid attire, ensuring his stolen treasures remain concealed. Meanwhile, Carlos remains grounded, nursing his temple with a muttered "Ow."

In the midst of their banter, Evie, fair-skinned and graced with cascading dark blue tresses, interjects with an assertive command. Her friends halt their skirmish and turn their attention to her. "Guys, come on! I'm exhausted. Can you please tone it down?" she requests with an air of weariness.

"Evie, you didn't do anything today," Carlos points out innocently. Evie's glare could melt steel. "My makeup alone took me four hours!" she retorts with a hint of exasperation. Her friends exchange amused glances, and she quickly softens her tone. "Could you please just give it a rest?"

With a collective nod, their playful squabble subsides, and they begin to make themselves comfortable in their surroundings. As the sun sets, casting a warm golden hue over the Isle, they find solace in each other's company. However, the tranquility is short-lived as a wave of panic and commotion sweeps through the townspeople.

Carlos catches sight of two figures approaching and points them out to his companions. Their faces darken as they recognize the impending presence of Maleficent, their foreboding and powerful overseer.

As Maleficent and her attendants arrive, the four friends instinctively huddle together, seeking solace and support in their unity. Maleficent's imposing aura envelops them as she surveys the scene with a gaze that penetrates the very soul.

"Hello, Mother," Mal greets nonchalantly, her confidence unwavering in the face of Maleficent's presence. Jay, Evie, and Carlos draw closer to Mal, their body language betraying a mix of trepidation and defiance.

"My, my," Maleficent muses, a smirk curling her lips as she inspects her daughter and her companions. "At it again, are we? Stealing seems to be a recurring theme. I must say, it's rather disappointing."

Mal's chuckle dances in the air as she presents a candy she's swiped. "Just a little treat, Mother."Maleficent's talon-like fingers close around the candy, her grip as icy as her smile. She proceeds to moisten it with her saliva before returning it to Mal, eliciting an awkward expression from her daughter.

With an exasperated sigh, Maleficent addresses the heart of the matter. "Mal, there lies the difference between mean and truly evil. Back in my day, I was cursing kingdoms. And here you are, my daughter, filching candy from a baby."