Anarchy

I

CHAPTER 1,
"FUN."

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❝It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.❞

— John Steinbeck

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Anna appeared before the others at the meeting point and time that the scroll specified. She stood there alone below the rumbling sky before a limousine and the two men in blue and yellow who leaned against the trunk.

Her gaze drifted off to the right to where her father stood in the shadows, his dark eyes piercing and demanding. And you will succeed in the task we've set before you, the memory of his cold voice reminded her, because your sister is to remain here with me.

She swallowed and gave him a faint nod before weaving through the gathered crowd and approaching the two men. One of them held out a hand, and she stared at it for a moment. It was the left hand, and she doubted she was to shake it. So, why was it there?

It took her a moment to figure it out before her left arm folded, and she plucked the scroll from the side pocket of her rucksack. She placed it in his hand, and he took it, glancing it over before nodding to the other, rolling it up again, and handing it back.

He then grabbed her bicep, lead her around the side of the car to the door, and opened it for her. She stared at him for a moment, not happy about being manhandled, before sliding inside and sitting on the dark upholstery. Anna had never seen a car before, that was the sad truth. There were no automobiles on the Isle, just skateboards and your own two feet. She was, however, rather talented on a skateboard.

It wasn't long before the others, fashionably late as per Evie's instructions, clambered inside as well. They sent each another nervous glances, but soon found themselves to be enjoying the car, the candy, and the other features that came with.

Mal was the daughter of the horned devil herself — Maleficent. Her hair happened to be a lovely purple and her face pale as a toadstool stalk. Her green eyes were calculating and somehow still uncaring at the same time. These two colors seemed to be all that she owned, purple with a dash of green.

Carlos was the son of Cruella de Vil. His hair was dark at the roots, turning white at the ends, and his face was dotted with freckles. Like his mother, his main colors were black, white, and red. He was often the most insecure of the group, but he held up under pressure when it mattered.

Evie was daughter of the Evil Queen, carrying an everlasting love for dark blue. Aside from that, some of her cloths had flecks of red and gold. She had charming eyes and her mother's evil smile. She was not only the fairest of them all, but incredibly smart as well.

Jay, son of Jafar, shared Evie's zeal for blue, gold, and red. Only, red was his vast majority. His hair was longer than Anna's, but as if he was related to Samson, it never hurt his strength.

The driver and passenger doors opened, and the blue and yellow clad men slid inside. The limousine started, was shifted into drive, and began to roll down the street. Anna watched out the windshield as they drove toward the section of bridge that was broken off when the Isle was separated from Auradon so many years ago. All that would be there to catch them was the cut edge like a cake where the Isle dropped off into open sea.