𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ; a disney applyfic

𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

Auradon Prep.

After Descendants 3.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

All Fae are born with goodness in their hearts. I'll put it this way—even the most soulless witches in your darkest nightmares had to start with the light. Then, there are the pixies and nymphs who radiate joy and love. There are the good fairies that aid the lost hero in their times of despair. There are enchantresses that can grant you your true heart's desire.

And then there's my mom—all these archetypes rolled into one.

The Fairy Godmother. The epitome of goodness. The miracle-maker that brought peace and harmony to fairytales large and small—and, most importantly, made all their dreams come true. The fairytale world gushes at her prowess, claiming that our 'Happily ever afters' wouldn't have started if it wasn't for her.

And though it seems egotistical to admit, she did quite a spectacular job.

I suppose at one point, all good things must come to an end. Mom's goodness still radiates light, but in an overbearing, almost assertive way, much like a raging inferno with no means of ending. What changed? Maybe she's seen one too many a fallen hero, or she's lost too many old friends to evil because they gave in to their inner demons. Magic has always been a touchy subject—for the longest time, Mom has always insisted that it is found in books and knowledge. That's a load of tomfoolery, though, and we all know it. Magic is what got Cinderella her dress, her Prince Charming, and a happily ever after far away from her abusers. Magic is what created and subdued the worst villains that have ever lived.

Lately, things have changed. After three years of disasters and reconciliations galore, Mom seems to agree with me. Magic has become more essential in our lives.

There's just one thing I don't understand. My mother is the most powerful magic-wielder in all of Auradon for a reason—and sometimes, with my flimsy enchantments and mediocre spellcasting abilities, I wonder why she isn't disgraced. Never once has she regretted that she didn't let me follow in her footsteps sooner. I suppose I could have rebelled and learned how to wield magic behind her back, but that thought never came across my mind until Carlos suggested it.

That's the reason why I'm at Auradon Prep right now—partially to help clean out Mom's office, and partially to practice my spells. Yesterday, though, brought a slight change of events.

While I was practicing my spells, Mom called me to her office. "What trash did I forget to bibbidi-bobbidi-poof  this time?" I'd asked.

Mom just shook her head. "The time has come, Jane. We're assembling the Dream Weavers. And as the Keeper of Magic, it's your duty to summon them. You do remember what I told you about them, don't you?"

"Of course, Mom. Every single bit about what dreams contain and how I have a legacy to protect, unleashing peoples' hidden potentials—it all makes sense in theory, but I just don't get why I have to be the one to lead the group. You're the leader, Mom—in fact, you should be the Keeper. I can barely even conjure a rabbit out of thin air."

"Who said anything about me not  being a Keeper of Magic?" Mom countered. "That time has passed. Now, it is up to the new generation to fulfill their own legacies."

Mom patted my shoulder. "It's simple, really. Just greet the young heroes and heroines at the school gates tomorrow morning and tell them everything I've told you before."