King of Mean

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There isn't much that can be said about the isle. It's dark, wet, and cramped. People compete for mere scraps and forget about any justice system. They don't even have a school unless you count the teachings from the parents but those aren't lessons one should be learning at a young age. Such as posions and poisons. Or even hypnotism and stealth. Or beauty and manipulations. Lessons like that are all to common on the isle... unless you one of the few who's parents aren't there. Some don't have time for kids so they leave them to there own devices or worse... leave them altogether. The lessons they learn are survival. It's nothing but Fight or Flight with them as they struggle to get anything.

However, this is sure to put an end to some suffering! 

Patton beamed as he looked out of the limo at all the glistening water. He was on his way to the isle to start what he hoped was the first of man VK raffles. He was allowed to pick 3 kids to join him back at Auradon and he couldn't be happier. That meant 3 kids would no longer need to worry and could get the help that all kids deserve. Maybe he was his Mothers son... Maybe he was all to sweet and kind... but all that young prince wanted was to help people. And who needs more help than those unfortunate kids on the isle?

When the limo entered the isle Patton was met with just how decrepit everything really was there. He watched from the window as people spilled out to follow the shiny car with such wonder and awe. When the limo finally stopped at an opening Patton was even more determind to do this right. Not for himself but for those he was attempting to help.

A knight opened his door and he was faced with tons of people. Some older some several years younger than him all with the same question in their eyes. What was a prince doing there? Patton took a deep breath, swallowing any and all anxiety he might have and stepped out of the car with this look of seriousness but yet still held that soft smile of his.

"Greetings. My name is Patton." The was a shout saying no one cares and Patton sighed spotting a young boy in a bowler hat snickering. "I am here to announce that there is to be a raffle. Right now in fact. Three names will be chosen at random to..."

"Ssseriously who caresss?!" The same boy hissed out and Patton smiled wider. He let his own magic fill him slightly so that his voice boomed out louder drowning the other out entirely. 

"Those 3 kids who are chosen will accompany me back to Auradon where they will spend the rest of their school days." The isle people flinched at the volume of Patton's voice but the boy that had been interrupting. He was now smiling brightly too. He slowly pulled his hat off as he glanced around. "I will be drawing the names of any kid who would like to participate." Patton glanced back at his knight with a frown. They forgot the bowl. 

"Would you like my hat?" Patton tensed up a bit as he looked over to see the same boy directly in front of him. The knight reached for his sword only for Patton to shoot him a look. "My apologies. I simply noticed you didn't seem to have anything to put the names in. I can offer my hat if you would like." The boy grinned revealing sharp fangs as he brushed his hair back to show scales along the right side of his face and a snake eye. 

"Why thank you." Patton gratefully took the hat just as the boy put a piece of paper in it with a laugh. He watched as the boy jumped down off the platform disappearing into the crowd of children running up to put their name into the hat. When it was all done Patton beamed as he stood there looking out at everyone. "Ok then... the first name is..." Patton reached in feeling a crisply folded paper and smiled as he pulled it out. He opened it up and narrowed his eyes as he read. Even the penmanship is neat. "Logan?"

"That would be me." A tall boy with slicked-back black hair and glasses stepped out in front of the crowd looking overly bored as he straightened his tie. "My name is Logan. I am... the son of Yzma."