The Ones Who Wander

Almost

Well, hello everyone! So... things happened. Remember when I said last chapter was the last introductory one? Err... I lied (to myself as well, let's admit that)! Apparently, we're still missing the introductory chapters for the kids. Anyways, this time I actually managed to get this written before my semester is over, so I hope that, since we have reached the children, things will start flowing more smoothly from now on.

I'm thrilled, and I'm so happy, I just want to tell you all about it, but... I'll rather let you read it!

PD: There's nothing too graphic here, just some mentions of bitterness, but if you read the first chapter and decided to stay here, you have nothing to worry about.

geminalupus' note:

Hey everyone! I'm really excited for this chapter because we finally get some one on one time with some VKs and start setting up plot lines for this story shhhhh don't say I told you ;) Karen, as always has done amazingly so don't mind me as I clean up my weeping heart from some angst she drops at the end.

Almost

If there was one thing Genevieve Gothel knew for a fact, it was that she had run out of luck a long time ago. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that she had been born out of it on a whole. Sometimes, she had found tiny specks of some sort of fortune in her days―when she arrived earlier than usual to the Isle's wharf and she was able to actually get a decent amount of food, when she gathered enough make-up from Auradon's leftovers and she managed to convince herself that, once she was pretty enough, Gothel would give her a second glance. Maybe the illusion of her mother's affection wasn't luck, Ginny mused over, but what did she know, anyways?

There was also the fact that she hadn't died yet―although, according to Hades that was far from a coincidence, so probably it didn't count either. However it was, ever since Mal had announced that they were leaving the Isle, Ginny had been convinced that all of her luck ―if she even had any― had been condensed into that one moment. It didn't matter how bad things had been for the last sixteen years of her life, she was finally escaping her prison—soon she would be free.

There was no way to fuck up Auradon. Except there was, because Mal dearest had decided that she was to stay with Rapunzel.

Ginny wouldn't have minded the whole tutoring affair. She wouldn't have cared if she actually had to do homework. As long as she wasn't forced to take a shoe-box worth of selfies, she could manage. Hell, she would have agreed to living under a bridge just to get out of the Isle.

But no, oh no, she couldn't even be granted a moment of peace. No, of the millions of citizens in Auradon, Mal had chosen to place her with Rapunzel, of all people. With sweet, golden-haired Rapunzel. With her pink dress and her sweet-as-honey smile. Of all the fucking people in the world Mal had placed her with the one person Gothel had ever loved.

Ginny was fuming, yet she couldn't help the broken chuckle that escaped her dry lips as she descended the ship. Barely two or three hours before she had been convinced that she was finally getting an ounce of the luck she had been denied for a lifetime. And, when she thought that things would actually start getting better, everything went to crash and burn right before her eyes.

Honestly, why did she even bother being surprised? That was the Isle's motto par excellence. If they even had a flag, someone should have embroidered the words to it. In golden letters, to show Auradon they could have something nicely done as well―Things never get better. They only worsen.

Logically speaking, she knew that the fact that she had gotten away from Gothel should have been enough to keep her blissful for life. This opportunity was way more than she had allowed herself to dream she'd ever get.