Sister [Descendants 3]

Red 3

"You should've seen him. Little Cam running around the palace halls, barefooted! Mal tried to catch him, three maids by her tail," Hedith chuckled, leaning against the side of the alcove, a glass of ambrosia balanced in her hand.

Uma sat on a bean bag not too far away with her own choice of drink.

"Mal with kids?" Uma scoffed in amusement. "You remember how she was with you?"

Hedith laughed, throwing her head back, hitting the wall. "Yeah. Made me ruin her birthday parties until I was banned by my own mother."

Uma shook her head and took a sip from her glass of rum. Right after both of them finished their work for the day, they headed straight to the palace and asked for the butlers to just bring dinner to Hedith's room and snacks and drinks for later. Both girls--no, women changed into comfortable night-wears and talked about Hedith's life in the first timeline. One that she already shared with her sister. And now, she's telling stories about her 2-year-old nephew that Ben and Mal should've had five years ago.

The little Crowned Prince of Auradon that ceased to exist.

"When I first saw him, I told Mal he looks one peculiar little creature. Evie said Maleficent said the same thing a week prior," Hedith scoffed, more out of irony than any. 

"He would've turned 5 a month ago. Probably already learning magic. I could've taught him stuff that I learned. Evie would've made an extravagant suit for him on his special day. Cammie loved Mal more than Ben, which is kind of ironic. Mal spoiled him so much. Ben loved him so much. Jay and Gil would come home from their trips with treats for the little guy. Harry once stole him away from the palace for the whole day to get him play pirates with him. Mal was so mad that she lit Harry's sails on fire."

Uma laughed, imagining the scene with Harry. She cannot imagine Harry doing anything but if any of their circles had kids. Now, Harry has his own pirate crew. Went from being her first mate to becoming his own captain. Last time she'd met him, he was so proud of the sails he got from a foreign continent.

"What about me? How was I with Cammie?" Hedith took a deep breath and smiled.

"He called you Auntie Octie." Hedith smirked making Uma abruptly frown and gave her a look.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!" Hedith laughed and turned to her. "First time he met you, you were in your sea-witch form. He was just learning about animals that week and he pointed at you and called you Octie. Gil and Jay were dying on the floor. Mal was trying to hold back her laughter. You were pissed but the boy was too cute that you let it slip. And that's what he started calling you from then on out."

Uma huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Guess he was pretty cute," Uma reasoned.

"Yeah. He was. He's got Mal's eyes. Ben's hair. But I swore, he was growing some purple roots last I saw him. I..." Hedith paused, the floor seeming to be the most interesting thing to her right now. "I'm actually starting to forget how he looks like."

Silence filled the room, for the first time that night, Uma can feel the alcohol taking effect. Hedith looked distraught. Not like Uma expected her to look her greatest. She's telling her the life she lost. The life that only she would be able to remember and no one else. And the grief for that is something Uma can never understand.

I guess, getting her own domain meant losing something else.

"You can...maybe ask for someone to draw him," Uma suggested after some minutes and Hedith sighed.

"I did. Back on Olympus. I asked Apollo's help. I got it done and had it framed in my office. But the more I looked at it, the more I doubt my own memory. I would think, the nose isn't quite right. Or the eyes aren't that big. So, I had to put it away before I ruin it," she said, her shoulders slumping. Her grace and elegance leaving her body and out came the little girl from the Isle of the Lost.