Timeless Bonds

Bonus 5: Isle of the Lost

The process of banishment was a spectacle of fear and finality. The villains were rounded up, each one carefully monitored and restrained by the combined forces of Auradon's magic and might.

The air crackled with the intensity of magic, the very fabric of reality trembling under the clash of power and will. In the midst of a chaotic battlefield, Blanc stood firm, her newly acquired wand glowing with dark energy. She faced Merlin, the legendary sorcerer, whose calm and unwavering stance contrasted sharply with the turmoil around them. His eyes glinted with a mix of determination and pity as he observed the young sorceress before him, aware of the immense potential she wielded but also of the peril it posed.

Blanc's heart pounded in her chest, but her resolve was unshaken. She had trained for this, prepared herself for the inevitable confrontation. She raised the wand, the dark magic swirling around her, and unleashed a barrage of spells, each one designed to weaken and destabilize the formidable wizard. Dark tendrils of energy shot forth, aiming to ensnare and overpower Merlin, but he countered each attack with ease, his own magic shimmering like a protective shield around him.

The battle between them was fierce, the air thick with tension and the ground trembling beneath their feet. Blanc's attacks were relentless, her dark magic fierce and unyielding. She could feel the power of Madam Mim's wand coursing through her, fueling her spells with a ferocity that almost frightened her. But Merlin was not easily bested; his centuries of wisdom and experience allowed him to anticipate her moves, countering them with a calm precision that only frustrated her further.

In those final moments of the battle, Blanc felt a profound sense of betrayal and bitterness. She thought of all the time she had spent plotting her revenge, all the pain she had endured, only for it to come to this. Her once white hair, now blackened at the roots, was a stark reminder of how far she had fallen from the innocent girl she once was.

In the heat of the battle, Blanc was aware of the chaos unfolding around her. The villains fought desperately to resist capture, their defiance a last stand against the overwhelming forces of Auradon. The sounds of clashing metal, crackling magic, and desperate cries filled the air. But Blanc remained focused, her eyes locked on Merlin, determined to defeat him and prove herself as the greatest villain.

Suddenly, a cry pierced through the din, cutting through her concentration like a blade. "James! Morgie!" Blanc's head snapped in the direction of the sound, her heart seizing at the sight of her two closest companions being overpowered and restrained by Auradon guards. James struggled, his hook flashing in the dim light as he tried to fend off his captors, while Morgie, despite his serpentine agility, was being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Blanc's breath caught in her throat, her focus shattered. She called out their names in panic, her voice laced with fear and desperation. In that split second of distraction, Merlin seized his opportunity. With a swift, decisive movement, he cast a powerful binding spell. The air around Blanc seemed to solidify, constricting her movements, her limbs frozen in place as invisible chains wrapped around her.

"No!" Blanc cried out, struggling against the binding force, but it was too late. Merlin's spell was too strong, and she was caught, her power neutralized in an instant. The dark energy that had surrounded her dissipated, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

From the corner of her eye, Blanc saw Maleficent, her mentor and the most feared villain in Auradon, rushing towards her, a fierce determination blazing in her eyes. Maleficent's scepter glowed with a dark, menacing light as she hurled powerful spells at the guards who dared to stand in her way. She was a force of nature, her presence commanding and terrifying.

But even Maleficent, in all her might, was not invincible. As she approached Blanc, Merlin, with a swift and controlled motion, turned his attention to the dark fairy. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Blanc saw the respect and caution in Merlin's gaze. He knew Maleficent was not to be underestimated. But Merlin was prepared. With a wave of his hand, he conjured a powerful spell, a blinding light that enveloped Maleficent, slowing her advance and wrapping around her like chains of pure energy.