The manicured lawns of Auradon Prep were unnaturally dark as the five teens crept towards their destination. After a short walk, they approached an impressive, columned building, its marble face glowing under the moonlight. The words 'Museum of Cultural History were carved above the entrance.
"Check your mirror," Mal whispered to Evie.
"Is my mascara smudged?" Evie asked immediately, pulling out the small mirror to inspect her eyes.
Henry rolled his eyes so hard he nearly tipped over. "Evie, the wand, not the war paint. Focus."
"Right," Evie said, her cheeks flushing slightly. She held out the mirror. "This way!"
They followed her around to a set of double doors at the side of the building and peered through the windows. Inside, a lone security guard sat at a large desk, spinning lazily in his chair. A bank of monitors in front of him displayed iconic artifacts from famous fairy tales: King Beast's enchanted rose, Cinderella's glass slipper, a familiar-looking lamp, and King Triton's trident.
The guard spun to face the doors, and the five of them ducked out of sight in a flash.
After a tense moment, they peeked back through the windows. In the center of the lobby, showcased on a pedestal, was Maleficent's spinning wheel. "That's your mother's spinning wheel?" Carlos asked, a snicker in his voice.
"Yeah, it's kinda dorky," Jay added.
"It's magic," Mal said defensively, her eyes flashing. "It doesn't have to look scary."
"Alright," Henry said to her. "See if you can get that thing to work from here."
Mal flipped open her spell book, her eyes scanning a page before looking back at the guard. She began to incant, "Magic spindle, do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger..."
Nothing happened. The guard continued to spin in his chair, bored. "Impressive," Jay said sarcastically, shaking his head.
"I got chills," Carlos mocked. They both chuckled.
"You know what?" Mal snapped, annoyed. She closed her eyes for a second, concentrating. "Prick the finger, prick it deep. Send my enemy off to sleep!"
This time, it worked. The guard stopped spinning, stood, and began to walk toward the spinning wheel as if pulled by an invisible string. He reached out a finger, touched the sharp point of the spindle, and then let out a massive yawn. He curled up on the floor beside the pedestal and fell instantly and soundly asleep. "Nighty-night, security knight," Henry said with a smirk.
Mal let out a triumphant chuckle. "Not so dorky now, is it?" she said smugly. She tried the door. It was locked.
Henry gave the handle a few hard yanks as well. "Dang it," he growled.
"Stand back." Jay said smiling, pushing everyone aside as he backed himself up readying himself
"Make it easy, make it quick, open up without a kick." Mal read quickly, making the door fly open just as Jay jumped in the air towards the door landing on his behind. The four laughed at him with the embarrassing situation he put himself in. Mal kicked him in the back as she and Evie walked past. "Coming?" She asked him in a patronizing tone
Carlos and Henry walked over to Jay and helped him off the floor "Come on, Jay." Carlos said
"I'm good." Jay said with frustration and embarrassment in his voice shoving Henry and Carlos.
"Touchy." Henry said giving a fake hurt voice as he held up his hands defensively.
The gang passed through the lobby, Evie leading the way as she consulted her mirror. "Upstairs," she whispered, her face illuminated by the mirror's faint glow. They ran down a hall and up a grand staircase, stopping short in the doorway of a large, dark room. A plaque on the wall read: 'Gallery of Villains'. Inside, the five saw the depictions of their parents, in all of the evilness.
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Descendants 1: A New Story
RomanceA retelling of Descendants BUT what if Mal had a brother who joined on the adventure. Join Carlos, Evie, Mal, Henrik and Jay on their adventures in Auradon as they learn what it means to be good and maybe even find love. Descendants is owned by Disn...
