Descendants: To Kill A Dragon

Chapter Eight

A/N: While Auradon can't quite figure out what to do with Mal, our villain gang prepares for winter. Sea three fans: Uma arrives next chapter!

Contains: the same violent and gritty isle I've used throughout the story.

Once it was all over, Jay, Evie, and Carlos ran to the headmaster's office where they knew Mal had confronted their mother. Inside, they found a terrible sight. Mal kneeled on the ground above her mother's dead body, and she wept. Behind her, there was a huge scorch mark on the wall.

"Oh my gods, are you okay, Mal!?" Evie cried as she rushed to her girlfriend's side. "Are you hurt?"

"The blood isn't hers." Carlos answered, and no one questioned how he'd known that. The son of Cruella had always had a sixth-sense for this sort of thing.

"Listen, uh, I hate to break it to you guys, but we're attracting a crowd... Jay muttered, and closed the door on the encroaching kids who tried to peer past him.

"Mal, listen to me." Evie whispered. "I know this is hard for you, but you have to make a statement about what happened today."

"Why can't you do it?" Mal sobbed, crying on the princess' shoulder.

"You're the leader now. I'm sorry, but those kids out there need reassurance. They need you to tell them it's safe." Evie coaxed, before leading Mal in a deep-breathing exercise. Finally, the purple fairy released her tension, and dried her tears. She grasped Carlos' staff in one hand, and the dragon's eye in the other. With a signal to Jay, the door was opened, and Mal strode out to the crowds with a triumphant smile.

"Maleficent is dead!" She exclaimed, bloodstained and gory, and her army cheered.

Jay worked crowd control while Evie got Mal to the Dragon Hall bathrooms.

"What do you want us to do with the body?" Carlos asked, just before they disappeared into the girls' room.

"For now, pierce her heart with a long iron nail, and later, we'll burn her." Mal replied, and then they were gone, into the decrepit restrooms with their doorless stalls and graffiti-stained walls.

"That's awfully specific..." Evie noted, as she gently washed the blood and tears from her girlfriend's cheeks.

"I may not know much about my heritage, but I know that faeries are weak against iron, and the only way to make sure they're dead is through cremation." Mal answered, before she gave a bitter chuckle.

"I don't know about the whole staking thing, but it works for vampires, right? I just wanna make sure she doesn't come back before I burn the body."

Mal finished her answer, unaware that the magic barrier would keep her mother's latent magic at bay, and prevent her regeneration, unlike when Phillip stabbed her and left her alone in the very seat of fae power.

"Two bonfires so soon? We'll need to restock our wood for winter..." Evie muttered.

"I know..." Mal sighed. "Anyway, have you learned anything from the archives?"

"Actually, I have!" Evie grinned. "I've been reading this book about how to rule a nation, so that I can be your royal advisor."

"Thank evil someone is actually prepared for this." Mal muttered. "I may be powerful and ruthless, but I don't know crap about, like, management."