Escape From The Ruins Of The Isle: A Descendants Novel

Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor (PreNaNoWriMo)

It was a foggy morning on the Isle of the Lost, Mal perched herself on a fallen marble column covered in moss. She adjusted the skirt of her dress to be comfortable as she looked over the water to the shores of Auradon. It sat on the other side of the water like an untouched jewel. She knew that the people there didn't live amongst the ruins and rubble like they did here on the Isle.

Mal sighed as she moved a strand of violet hair out of her face. Deep in thought about the history of the Isle and her people. She hated making the distinction between the residents of the Isle and of Auradon. The only difference was that those on the Isle were villains..... Who made the mistake of thinking they would get freedom by rebelling. Instead they got something far different than what they wanted. Instead they were imprisoned on the ruins of Mt.Olympus with no magic. Not even a tiny bit to reach boxes from high places. And besides being without magic, they also got all of the Isles leftovers.

A familiar laugh erupted behind Mal as she felt a slight tug of her hair. She spun around to face her older brother, Fabian. His differing eyes glowing in their grey and brown mischief respectfully as the sun glinted off his long, shaggy dark emerald hair and pale skin. Mal lunged for him.

"Give me back my bow!" Mal demanded as she balanced herself to not fall off the column. Fabian clutched the perfect white bow in his hand as he looked over his sister.

"What is your attachment to this stupid enchanted bow?" He sneered in response. "It's just propaganda from the prim and proper people who imprisoned us here. The perfect princesses and their princes who forget we exist."

"It's important to me, okay?" Mal said reaching for it once again.

Fabian groaned dropping the white bow into his sister's hands. His eyes meeting her pleading Emerald ones. "Fine, keep your Auradon propaganda. You know Mother hates it."

"I don't care" Mal says as she returns the white bow to it's perch in her violet hair. The exact place she's worn it everyday for 13 years. And yet the bow is still perfectly arranged and unnaturally white. Her own shining beckon nestled among her bright hair. "Why are you even here?"

"Because Mother wants us both present at the League meeting." Fabian sighed. "And you weren't responding to her yelling. So I went to find you before she sent the Goons."

Mal shuttered even at the thought of it. The Goons were rough and did her mother's bidding. And that was all they cared about. Bathing definitely was nowhere on their radar. "Thank you, brother."

"So let's go! You can't go dressed like that. You know the rules" Fabian shook his head. He looked over her simple peasant dress and blouse in her mother's colors and her simple black shoes.

"The dress code is only because of Lady Tremaine" Mal sighed as she climbed down to join her brother on the walk back to their villa. Fabian just shrugged and stayed silent until they arrived back home. He shoved Mal into her room where her League meeting clothes were already laid out on her mannequin.

A deep purple brocade gown with a magenta inner detail with emerald accents loomed from the corner of her room. Staring at her. On the small table beside the gown was mannequin head with her small matching hat perched upon it's head. It was the same deep purple with emerald and magenta roses stacked elegantly on the top with a small black veil attached to the back of the hat. Along with feathers of all three colors on one side. Beside the hat were her black heels with a ribbon lacing accent to match her godawful dress.

A short time later, Mal emerged and fond her brother dressed in his suit for the meeting. He held his arm out to her. Laughing to himself as he looked over her fancy updo. "I don't understand how that thing stays so nice even hidden under that awful hat."