[✔︎] 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 ✫ POST-DESCENDANTS TWO ⁷

THIRTY: At Dawn

[HANNA]

A few days had passed since their meeting with the White Queen and it was becoming more apparent to them that they would in fact have to go to war with her. Sure they'd hoped that maybe she'd change her mind and see that they were right and she was wrong but apparently she was so set on the idea that she was the rightful heir to the throne that that was out of the question.

Hanna guesses that if you lied to yourself long enough, you'd start to believe it. The White Queen has convinced herself that she was the rightful heir, that what she was doing was right. That the people of Wonderland deserved to rot in their jail cells if they didn't support her belief. It was sickening. But Hanna knew that many villains on the Isle still believed that their agendas had been the right thing to do. That the people of Auradon deserved their wrath and maybe, just maybe, they were right.

Don't get her wrong, she didn't believe Auradon deserved to be burned to the ground but she knew that they weren't completely in the right themselves. They could've easily trained the villains to change their ways but had instead locked them on the Isle. They could've treated them better, maybe a little more like they were humans too, they were apart of their kingdom, yet the Isle only got the things they had no use for anymore.

The villains weren't saints and neither were the people of Auradon. She understood why the people of where she had spent most her life in saw her as a traitor. She even believed it herself. Because everyday, every hour, every minute, every second she spent here, they still lived the same life they had when she left. There needed to be change, she knew that. She just didn't know how to go about it.

They had been training the few kids who's parents had backed them in the war and had sent the other kids home so that they didn't know of their plans. She hated that people believed the White Queen deserved that throne when the rightful heir had been there all along. Then again, they didn't trust either of them because of their mother. Even if the White Queen was far worse than the Red Queen. She was just better at hiding it.

Quinn spent hours on end sparing with anyone who dared duel her. And usually she seemed to use it to get out any emotions she felt, from anger to frustration, and forget that the other person wasn't who the emotion was directed to. So instead they made her spar with a metal dummy, that she had nearly ripped to shreds at this point. They didn't dare speak to her while she did this, afraid that the sword would somehow end up embedded in them.

But Hanna watched her just to make sure she didn't end up harming herself in her state of rage. It was around nine at night and after hours and hours of slashing at her dummy, Quinn sat down, well she fell in a controlled manner, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head in her hands.

Hanna sighed, hesitantly walking toward the redhead, sitting down next to her and waiting for her to take notice. Quinn suddenly pulled her into a hug, burying her face into her shoulder. Hanna felt tears soaking her shirt but she ignored them, wrapping her arms around the other girl's shoulders, rubbing her hand on her back, letting her let it all go.

"I-I can't do this Hanna," Quinn said. "There's no way we can b-beat her when most of Auradon is on her side. And we're nowhere near ready to go to war. Most of our people can't even hold a sword correctly. A lot of them don't even train. We're no match for her and it's not fair."

"Hey," Hanna said, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her head to look at her. "Don't talk liked that. Your Quinn fucking Hearts. You always get what you want. You never give up and always fight for what you believe in. So what if our army isn't as big as hers? Remember, you took over like half of the Isle on your own. You can, no we can do this, alright. We have to prove them all wrong. They already think less of us because we're from the Isle. We're going to show them what that is all about. We're going to win, I promise."

"Thanks," Quinn said, pulling away from the hug abruptly and rubbing her eyes. "That means a lot. Sorry I haven't been the nicest to you. You're still nice to me either way, which is nice."

"That's the first time I've ever heard you say sorry," Hanna said with a frown. "But there's nothing you need to say sorry about. I was the one who left without an explanation."

"Well we both did that," Quinn said. "I don't know what I was so mad at you about. We're both considered traitors to the Isle anyway. She why not add Auradon to the list? Have everyone hate us. It'll make it easier."

"Since when did you care about if people like you or not?"

"I don't know," Quinn shrugged. "Auradon just made me feel self-conscious about what I do, you know? Everyone on the Isle did the same things I did and that's no longer accepted here."

"Well we'll never completely fit in to what they want us to be," Hanna said. "and that's okay. We'll always be the girls from the Isle and we'll show them that's not such a bad thing. Get some sleep. We might set off to Wonderland tomorrow."

"No," Quinn said. "We set off at dawn. Spread the word. Time's up for the White Queen's reign."