Descendants

Chapter 2

Meet Ben. Son of the Beast and Belle. Pretty eyes, killer mane. You can see the resemblance. Anyway, Ben started the whole thing with his big idea one day. . . .

In the castle of Beauty and the Beast, their son, Ben, kept gazing out the window. Even from way across the sparking blue sea, Ben could see the magical barrier flickering and shimmering over the Isle of the Lost. It was so pretty, that far-off isle of exiled prisoners. . . . but Ben couldn't help feeling sad at the sight of it. The Royal tailor was fitting Ben into his blue coronation suit, jotting Ben's measurements down on a notepad, when Belle and Beast strolled into the room. "How is it possible that you're going to be crowned king next month?" Beast said, blinking his blue eyes behind black bold-frame glasses. The gold crown atop his head glittered. Soon it would be passed on to Ben. "You're just a baby," he said. "He's turning sixteen, dear," said Belle, looking lovely in her yellow dress. "Hey, Pops," said Ben. "Sixteen?" said Beast, taking off his glasses. "That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least. . . . 42." He smiled and tucked his glasses into his jacket pocket. Belle faced him. "Uh, you decided to marry me at 28," she said. "It was either you or a teapot," said Beast as he winked at Ben. Ben chuckled. "Kidding," said Beast, his eyebrows dancing. "Mom, Dad, I've chosen my first official proclamation!" said Ben. Beast and Belle looked at each other and smiled. "I've decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost should be given a chance. . . . to live here in Auradon," said Ben. His parents gawked at him, wide-eyed. The tailor, sensing the sudden tension, sat down. "Every time I look out at the island," Ben said, gesturing toward the isle out the window, "I feel like they've been abandoned." "The children of our sworn enemies?" said Beast. "Living among us?" "We start out with a few at first - only ones who need our help the most," said Ben. "I've already chosen them." "Have you?" said Beast, his eyebrows furrowing. Belle placed a hand on Beast's arm. "I gave you a second chance," she said. She looked at Ben. "Who are their parents?" "Cruella De Vil, Jafar, Evil Queen . . ." Ben took a breath. "And Maleficent." The tailor gasped and dropped his notepad. "Maleficent?" shouted Beast. "She is the worst villain in the land!" "Dad, just hear me out here!" said Ben. "I won't hear of it!" said Beast, shaking his finger. "They are guilty of unspeakable crimes!" Butlers opened the door and the tailor slunk quietly out of the room. "But their children are innocent," said Ben. "Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?" Beast stared long and hard at his son. "Dad," said Ben, giving him a pleasing look. Beast looked at Belle and said, "I suppose the children are innocent."

Ha!
And there it is.
Suckers!