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The mane 5 (haha! Did it again!) strolled through the wasteland of the Forbidden Forest. The had one element left.

They stopped when they saw that a bridge had been half cut. There was no way for them to get across now.

"Don't worry, guys. I've got this one in the bag." Jay smoothly ran across the rope to the other side. Once he got there, someone called his name.

"Jay. Jay."

Jay swore it sounded like his dad. "Dad? Dad, where are you?"

"Right here, Jay." Jay's Dad, Jafar walked out of the mist surrounding them. Jafar was holding a genie's lamp in his hands. "We're rich, Jay. Now, come on. I'll wish us out of this dreadful place."

Jay chuckled. "No. You see, my dad is too lazy to come all the way out here to talk to me, Dad doesn't even have a genie lamp, I mean, there isn't one around, and my dad never calls the Isle dreadful."

"Are you serious, son?!" 'Jafar' boomed.

"Yes, I am." Jay tied the rope bridge into a large, in-ground rock. Mal, Evie, Clarissa and Carlos trotted across the bridge.

"That's it!" 'Jafar' yelled. Suddenly, he changed into the Evil Queen, Evie and Clarissa's mother. "I've had enough of you girls ruining my schemes! Now I'll ruin you."

Jay


"Not happening." Jay said, and he shot a lightning towards the Evil Queen.

"Ha! Is that the best you got?!" Evil Queen cackled.

Clarissa growled. "That is it. You can torture me and Evie all you want, but doing it to our friends is going too far, Mother!"

"Hahaha! Who needs friends? I know! The weak."

Clarissa


"Awww, what is a little dragon gonna do?" Evil Queen teased her daughter.

"This." Clarissa grabbed her mother using her tail and threw her back to the Isle of the Lost. "Now that my mum's back at home, not sure about safely, but, wanna see if we can escape the Isle? I'm through with being evil. Who's with me?"

Her friends nodded to each other. "We're all with you, Clara." Mal, nodded, as she and the others climbed onto Clarissa's back, who flew to the barrier, and surprisingly went through without a scratch.

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