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"Mal," the cold, unfeeling voice of Maleficent called out, echoing through the damp and dark corridors of the castle.

Mal flinched at the sound. She had been hiding in the shadows, trying to avoid her mother's attention, but it was futile. The castle was her prison, and Maleficent's voice was the jailer's call. Mal slowly emerged from her hiding spot, her heart racing. She had learned long ago that hiding from her mother's wrath only made things worse.

The floor was slick with moisture, and the smell of decaying vegetation filled the air as she made her way towards the throne room. The dim light from the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the stone walls, making the castle feel even more oppressive. Mal's steps were soft, almost silent, as she approached the grand double doors. She knew she had to face whatever was waiting for her.

Maleficent sat on her throne, the symbol of her power, her eyes glowing with a sinister light. The room was cold, the warmth of the outside world seemingly unable to penetrate the thick, ancient stones. Her mother's gaze was sharp, like a knife slicing through the darkness. Mal felt the weight of it on her shoulders, pushing her down, reminding her of her place.

"You're late," she said, her tone as frigid as the air around them.

Mal swallowed hard, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I'm sorry, Mother," she replied, her voice quivering.

Maleficent's eyes narrowed, and she gestured to the floor before her. "You will learn to respect my time, girl," she hissed, the malice in her words thick like venom.

With a heavy sigh, Mal lowered herself to her knees, her knees meeting the cold stone with a dull thud. She kept her gaze downcast, not daring to look up at her mother's face. The silence was deafening, filled only with the distant sound of the castle's ancient heartbeat. The tension was palpable, thickening the air until it was almost tangible.

Maleficent leaned forward, the sharp edges of her crown digging into her skin as she stared down at Mal. "You know what happens when you disobey me," she whispered, the promise of punishment lurking in her words.

Mal nodded, feeling the all-too-familiar knot form in her stomach. Her mother had made it clear since she was a child that she was a creature to be controlled, not a daughter to be loved. The sting of rejection never lessened, but she had learned to endure it.

Maleficent's hand shot out, grabbing Mal's chin and forcing her to meet her eyes. "Look at me," she ordered, her grip tight enough to make Mal's teeth clench. Mal's eyes filled with fear and anger, but she knew better than to resist. The green irises that mirrored her own held no warmth, no affection, only a cold, calculating glare.

With a swift movement, Maleficent pulled out a heavy metal chain from the folds of her robe. It was the same one she had used countless times before to rein in her rebellious daughter. The cold links clinked together as she attached one end to the metal collar around Mal's neck. The collar was a constant reminder of her mother's control, a symbol of her captivity. It was a prison that she had grown accustomed to, but it never failed to tighten around her throat when she felt hope stir within her.

The chain felt like a noose, heavy and unforgiving. It grew colder with every beat of Mal's racing heart, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew the routine; she had played this part too many times. She had to be submissive, had to be obedient, or face the consequences. The air grew colder still, and Mal could see her breath form misty clouds before her as she held her mother's gaze.

Maleficent's hand slammed onto the armrest of her throne, and she stood up, the material of her cloak swishing ominously. "You will be punished," she announced, her eyes flashing with anger. She strode over to the wall, her heels echoing on the stone floor, and pulled a whip from its hook. The leather was worn from use, the tip stained dark from years of punishing her daughter.

Mal's breath hitched in her chest as she saw the whip. The memory of its sting was a fresh wound, one that never fully healed. She had hoped that today would be different, that maybe her mother would find some shred of compassion, but hope was a fickle thing in this place.

Maleficent approached her, the whip trailing behind her like a living extension of her wrath. The tip caressed the ground with a soft hiss, as if eager to taste the flesh it so often marred. Mal's heart pounded in her chest, a wild animal trapped in a cage, desperate for escape. She knew the pain that was to come, the searing agony that would leave her trembling and broken. Yet she remained still, a statue of defeat before the queen of darkness.

The first lash came swiftly, a bolt of fire across her back. Mal bit her lip to stifle the scream that threatened to tear from her throat. The pain was a familiar dance partner, one she had learned to anticipate and despise. Each strike brought a new wave of agony, a fresh brand seared into her soul. The warmth of her blood mingled with the cold sweat on her skin, a testament to the cruelty of her mother's love.

Maleficent's arm rose and fell with mechanical precision, her eyes never leaving Mal's. Her face was a mask of fury, the flames from the torches casting monstrous shadows across her features. The whip sang through the air, a mournful tune that echoed through the chamber.

Mal's eyes squeezed shut as the leather bit into her flesh, leaving behind a trail of fire. She felt the warmth of her own blood trickle down her back, staining her shirt. The pain was unbearable, but she knew better than to show it. She had to be strong, had to endure, for any sign of weakness would only fuel her mother's anger. Her body tensed with each strike, her muscles screaming for relief, but she remained stoic, a silent protest against the injustice.

The only thing keeping her anchored to reality was the cold, hard stone beneath her knees and the rhythmic sting of leather on skin. It was a macabre metronome, counting the seconds of her punishment. Mal's mind had retreated to a place deep within herself, a sanctuary where she could hide from the pain. It was a place she had been many times before, a place she had built brick by brick from her own despair.

But as the lashes continued, something inside her began to crack. It wasn't just the physical pain; it was the weight of the emotional torment that came with it. The feeling of being treated like an animal, a thing to be controlled and broken, was almost too much to bear. Mal's eyes burned with unshed tears, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She didn't know how long she had spent chained to the floor while her mother whipped her, and, frankly, she didn't want to know.

"Get up," the cold voice of Maleficent finally said, the whip falling silent.

Mal's body trembled as she slowly rose to her feet, the chain clinking as she moved. She kept her gaze downcast, not daring to look up at her mother's face. The pain was a living, breathing entity now, wrapping around her like a second skin.

Maleficent studied her for a moment, the fire in her eyes dying down to a smolder. "You may go," she said, her voice devoid of any warmth or care as she unclipped the chain from her neck. "But remember, you are never truly free from my reach."

Mal's eyes shot up, a spark of hope igniting in their depths. "Mother, may I-"

"Go," Maleficent spat, cutting her off. "You may go out with your... friends." The word was said with such distaste it was almost a curse.

Mal's heart leapt at the unexpected permission. It was rare for her mother to allow her any semblance of a life outside the castle walls. She knew it was a test, a way for Maleficent to keep her on a tight leash while still giving the illusion of freedom. But Mal didn't care. Any chance to escape, even for a little while, was worth the pain.

With a nod, she turned and left the throne room. Each step away from her mother felt like a small victory, the weight of the collar a little less oppressive. She moved quickly through the corridors, eager to be out of the suffocating fortress.

As she stepped into the night, the cool air washed over her, bringing with it the scent of freedom. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the twisted trees and sharp rocks that surrounded the castle. The darkness was a comfort, a blanket that wrapped around her bruised and bleeding soul.

Her friends were waiting for her in the clearing, their faces a mix of concern and anger when they saw her condition. Evie, Jay, and Carlos rushed to her side, their eyes wide with horror. "What happened?" Evie whispered, her voice shaking as she gently touched Mal's shoulder.

Mal took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs with a sense of rebellious courage. "It's nothing," she lied, forcing a weak smile. "Same old, same old. Let's just go."

Her friends exchanged worried glances but knew better than to press the issue. They had seen this before. Mal's strength in the face of her mother's cruelty was both inspiring and heartbreaking.

They made their way through the streets, the castle fading into the background like a grim specter. The moonlight painted the landscape in a serene glow, a stark contrast to the turmoil in Mal's heart. She felt the warmth of their presence, their concern a balm to her wounds.

Evie led them to a hidden spot she had discovered, a small oasis of greenery nestled between two jagged rocks. It was their secret place, a sanctuary from the harsh realities of the Isle of the Lost. Here, they could be themselves without fear of judgment or retribution. Jay produced a flask from his pocket, passing it around as they sat in a tight circle.

"You know, Mal," he began, his voice gruff but kind, "you don't have to go back to that every time."

Mal took a swig from the flask, the liquid burning down her throat. She knew he was referring to the punishment she had just endured. She had seen the look of disgust on his face when he had first laid eyes on her. "It's just how it is," she said with a shrug, trying to play it off.

Jay's eyes searched hers, and she knew he saw the lie. "It doesn't have to be," he said, his voice firm. "We could help you. We could..."

But Mal's thoughts were already racing ahead. Help her? How could they? They were just kids, descendants of villains like her, trapped on this island. They had their own battles to fight, their own families to deal with. Her mother was too powerful, too cruel. The only way she knew to survive was to endure.

The whispers of the night grew louder as they approached the small clearing, the sounds of the distant waves crashing against the shore a soothing backdrop to their hushed voices. Mal felt a pang of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. It was a fragile thing, a butterfly in the palm of her hand, fluttering wildly, threatening to take flight at any moment.

"Here," Evie said, gesturing to the makeshift campfire she had conjured. The flames danced and flickered, casting warm light across their faces. Mal sat down gingerly, her back still stinging from the whip. The pain was a constant reminder of her mother's cruelty, but she pushed it aside. Tonight, she was with her friends, and that was all that mattered.

Evie pulled out a small medical kit from her bag, her hands moving with gentle confidence. "Let me help you," she offered, her voice a soft balm to Mal's bruised spirit. Mal hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do with the kindness. It was so rare from anyone, especially after a punishment. But she nodded, unable to refuse the comfort.

Evie carefully peeled away Mal's shirt, exposing the vivid red stripes that crisscrossed her back. The sight of her friend's injuries made her heart ache, and she had to force herself not to let her anger show. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, her eyes glowing softly as she applied a cool salve to the open wounds. Mal winced at the initial sting, but soon relaxed.

"Thanks, Evie," Mal murmured, her voice hoarse from the effort of not screaming.

"Don't thank me," Evie said, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and pity. "You shouldn't have to go through this."

Jay handed her a clean cloth, his jaw clenched in silent rage. "One day, Mal," he said, his voice low and filled with determination, "we're gonna get off this island. We're gonna show 'em all we're not like them."

Mal took the cloth and dabbed at the blood that had started to dry on her skin, the sting of the salve mixing with the pain from her whipping. She nodded, trying to believe him. It was a dream they had all shared for as long as they could remember, a whispered hope that had grown stronger with each passing year.

The night stretched on, and they talked and laughed, sharing stories of their families and the small rebellions they had managed against their oppressive parents. The fire crackled and popped, throwing shadows on their faces that danced and twisted with their moods. For a brief moment, Mal felt something akin to happiness, a feeling that was as foreign to her as the warmth of the sun.

As the hours ticked by, the whispers of the night grew louder, telling tales of adventure and escape. The stars above seemed to wink in understanding, and the wind whispered secrets of a world beyond the isle. Mal leaned back against the rough bark of a tree, her eyes half-closed as she listened to the gentle lullaby of the waves.

Eventually, the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of pink and gold. The warmth of the fire had faded, leaving only the comfort of their leather jackets to chase away the chill. With a sigh, she knew it was time to face the reality of the day ahead. Her mother would expect her to return, bruised and submissive, ready to continue her role as the pawn in Maleficent's twisted game.

The friends made their way back into the town, the cobblestone streets still wet with dew. The buildings, once foreboding and dark, now looked almost welcoming in the soft glow of the early morning. The shops were closed, the market stalls abandoned, but the town was not entirely asleep. A few early risers could be seen, their faces etched with the same hardened lines of survival that Mal had come to recognize in her own reflection.

The streets were eerily quiet, the silence only broken by the distant call of a night creature retreating to its lair. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of the sea that seemed to whisper promises of freedom. Mal walked in the middle, her friends flanking her, a silent barricade against the world that waited to tear her down.

The cobblestone path beneath their feet grew slick with the morning dew, and the buildings looked less like looming monsters and more like tired sentinels. The shops remained shuttered, their wares hidden from the light of day, and the market square lay dormant, a stage waiting for the players of daily life to arrive.

As they approached the castle, Mal felt the weight of the chain around her neck grow heavier, a grim reminder of the performance she would soon have to resume. She knew her mother would be waiting, eager to see the results of her "training session."

Maleficent, Cruella, Evil Queen, and Jafar stood at the castle's entrance, their faces twisted into sinister smiles. They were the epitome of power and darkness, a stark contrast to the soft light of dawn. Mal's stomach knotted as she took in their presence. She had never seen them together like this, their malicious intentions palpable in the air.

"We have news," Maleficent announced, her voice as smooth as a serpent's. "You four have been chosen to attend a very special school...in Auradon."

Mal's heart skipped a beat. Auradon. The word hung in the air like a shimmering mirage, filled with the promise of escape from the bleakness of the Isle of the Lost.

"But why?" Mal managed to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper. The four of them had always been the outcasts, the descendants of the most feared villains. Why would Auradon, the epitome of goodness and light, want them?

"Because," the Evil Queen said with a cackle, "Beast and Belle have decided to give you a chance to prove yourselves. To show that you can be... redeemed." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, making it clear she didn't believe it for a second.

Maleficent stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with something that wasn't quite malice. "But make no mistake," she warned, "this is no act of kindness. You are to go to Auradon as our spies. Your mission is to infiltrate their world, to steal the wand of the Fairy Godmother, and to bring it back to us."

The revelation hit Mal like a bolt of lightning. Auradon, the land of happiness and heroes, wanted them? The very thought was ludicrous. Yet, the spark of hope that had been kindled in her chest grew brighter. If she could get her hands on the wand, she could change everything.

Maleficent's eyes bore into hers, and Mal knew her mother wasn't offering a way out; she was giving her a tool for destruction. A weapon to bring Auradon to its knees. The weight of the task was as heavy as the collar around her neck, but the thought of finally having the power to fight back was intoxicating.

"But why us?" Jay questioned, his skepticism mirroring Mal's own.

Maleficent's smile grew, the edges sharp as a serrated knife. "Because you are the descendants of some of the most feared villains this world has ever known," she said, her voice a purr. "You have the potential for greatness...or greater evil."

Mal felt the cold steel of the collar bite into her neck, a reminder of her mother's hold on her. The idea of using this chance for something other than escape was a tempting one, a way to finally make her mother proud.

"You will do as I say," Maleficent continued, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You will bring me the wand, or you will never leave this place again."

"You will do as I say," Maleficent continued, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You will bring me the wand, or you will never leave this place again."

"But what if we don't want to?" Mal asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She met her mother's gaze, noticing the flicker of surprise in the woman's eyes. It was a rare act of defiance, but she couldn't help it. The thought of being a pawn in her mother's twisted game made her stomach churn.

Maleficent's smile grew colder, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Mal's cheek. "Then you will face the consequences," she hissed. "Remember, you are nothing without me. You exist only to serve."

Mal's heart pounded in her chest as she stared into her mother's eyes. The idea of defying her was terrifying, but the promise of Auradon, of freedom, was like a siren's call.

"W-we'll-we'll do it," she said finally, her voice firm despite the tremor that threatened to betray her. The words felt like a declaration of war, a promise she wasn't sure she could keep. But hope was a powerful force, and the thought of escaping the Isle of the Lost was too tantalizing to resist.

Maleficent's smile grew wider, revealing her sharp, pointed teeth. "Good," she said, her voice a chilling purr. "You leave in fifteen minutes."

Mal's stomach dropped. She hadn't expected the decision to be made so quickly. The realization that she would be leaving her mother's side, even if just for a short time, was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had no idea what awaited her in Auradon, but it had to be better than this.

The friends exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They had to stick together, to support each other through whatever was to come. They had been each other's family for as long as they could remember, and now they were being handed an opportunity that none of them had ever dared to dream of.

"Wh-what about..this?" Mal asked, gesturing to the metal band around her neck.

Maleficent's eyes narrowed, and she reached out to stroke the collar, her thumb tracing the line of Mal's jaw. "You'll be wearing this as a reminder of who you truly belong to," she said, her voice a dangerous whisper. "And if you dare to betray me, I'll make sure you regret it."

The collar tightened for a brief moment, sending a jolt of fear through Mal's body. It was a stark reminder that no matter where she went, she would never truly be free from her mother's grasp. But she nodded, hiding the tremble in her voice. "..okay," she murmured.

The four friends hurried to their homes, their hearts racing with a mix of excitement and dread. Mal threw her sketchbook into a small bag, her hands shaking as she tried to pack. 
This was it. Her chance to see the world beyond the confines of the Isle of the Lost. But it came with a price.

In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of the collar around her neck, a constant reminder of the chain that bound her to her mother's will. The urge to rip it off was overwhelming, but she knew better.

As the friends gathered by the docks, Mal couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. What if Auradon was just another prison? What if she was leading her friends into a trap? But the look of excitement on their faces was contagious, and she didn't have the heart to dampen their spirits.

Then, the limo arrived. It was a sleek, black beast that glided through the streets like a shadow, its chrome trim glinting in the early morning light. The sight of it was surreal, a stark contrast to the decay and despair of the Isle of the Lost. It pulled up in front of them, the engine purring like a contented cat.

The door swung open, and a plume of cool, scented air wafted out. The interior was a vision of opulence, with plush seats and gleaming surfaces that reflected their stunned faces. Mal's heart hammered in her chest as she took in the luxury, so foreign to her eyes.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the limo, her friends following close behind. The door whispered shut with a finality that made her stomach clench. The soft leather seats enveloped her, a stark contrast to the cold stone floors of the castle. She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if she was betraying her mother by accepting this offer of escape. But the collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her true purpose.

The engine rumbled to life, the vibrations sending a comforting hum through her bones. Mal took one last look out the window as the Isle of the Lost receded into the distance.

The long bridge to Auradon stretched out before them, a gleaming arch of steel and stone that promised a world untouched by the shadows of their past. Mal couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as the bridge grew longer, reaching out to the horizon like a bridge to a new life.

The limo's tires hummed against the smooth surface, the engine's purr a soothing lullaby as they left the grimy streets of the Isle of the Lost behind. The friends sat in tense silence, their eyes glued to the window, each lost in their own thoughts.

Mal's eyes wandered to the bowl of candy that sat on the center console. It was a cornucopia of colors, a stark contrast to the dull browns and blacks of the Isle. She reached out tentatively, her hand shaking as she picked out a piece. It was a small, glowing orb, and she brought it to her nose, inhaling the sweet, sugary scent. It smelled like...freedom.

Her friends watched her, their own hunger for something other than the bitter taste of the Isle etched on their faces. Jay cracked a wry smile and grabbed a handful of the candies, popping them into his mouth. "Might as well enjoy the ride," he said around a mouthful, the sugar already brightening his eyes.

Evie followed suit, her nose scrunching in delight as she chose a piece that smelled faintly of fresh-cut grass and sunshine. "It's...it's so sweet," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

Carlos hovered over the bowl, his eyes wide with excitement. "This is gonna be epic," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. "We're actually going to Auradon. Can you believe it?"

Mal forced a smile, the sweetness of the candy a poor substitute for the bitter taste of fear in her mouth. "Yeah," she said, her voice a hollow echo. "Epic."

The journey across the bridge was a blur of light and color, the stark contrast to the darkness of the Isle making Mal's head spin. She had never seen such beauty, such vibrant life. It was as if the very essence of Auradon was seeping into her soul, whispering promises of happiness and acceptance she hadn't dared to dream of.

As the limo approached the gleaming gates of Auradon Prep, Mal's heart pounded like a drum. The castle loomed before them, a bastion of light and goodness. It was everything she had ever feared and desired, a symbol of the world that had shunned her mother and her mother's kind.

The gates swung open, revealing a courtyard filled with laughing students, their voices like a symphony of joy. Mal felt like an imposter, her bruised back a stark reminder of her mother's cruelty. Yet, she stepped out of the limo, her friends by her side, and walked up the grand staircase.

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The gates swung open, revealing a courtyard filled with laughing students, their voices like a symphony of joy. Mal felt like an imposter, her bruised back a stark reminder of her mother's cruelty. Yet, she stepped out of the limo, her friends by her side, and walked up the grand staircase.

There, at the top, stood five people. She recognized Belle and Adam, the Beast, and the teenage boy that around the same age as Jay was probably their son, Prince Ben.

Ben's eyes lit up with excitement, while the others watched them with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The Beast, in particular, scrutinized them, his eyes lingering on the collar around Mal's neck.

He walked down the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the early morning. His dark blond hair was perfectly styled, and his eyes, the same shade of blue as his father's, sparkled with the innocence of someone who had never known true darkness. Mal couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

"Welcome to Auradon," Ben greeted, extending his hand.

Mal took it tentatively, his grip firm and warm. It was a stark contrast to the coldness of the chain that still hung around her neck. His smile was genuine, unmarred by the cunning she had come to expect from those in power.

"Thanks..?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. She didn't know how to act around someone who didn't look at her with malice.

"You're welcome," Ben said, his smile never wavering. "I'm Ben, these are my parents, and there's Fairy Godmother and my girlfriend, Audrey."

Mal's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Fairy Godmother. The woman who held the power to grant wishes and change destinies. The woman whose wand her mother coveted. She forced herself to smile back, trying to push aside the fear and the weight of her mission.

"Hey," Jay said, stepping forward with a casual wave, breaking the tension. His voice was as cool and collected as ever, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling inside Mal.

"And you are...Jay, right?" Ben asked, turning to him.

Jay nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Yeah, that's me."

The Fairy Godmother stepped forward, her gaze assessing. She was a tiny woman, but her presence was as vast as the sky. Mal felt the tug of the collar, a silent reminder of her mission.

"Welcome," she said, her voice like the tinkle of bells. "We are here to offer you a chance at a new beginning. But remember, the choices you make here will determine your futures."

Her words hung in the air, a warning wrapped in a velvet embrace. Mal's grip tightened on the bag in her hand, her heart racing as she looked at her friends. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for, the chance to prove themselves.

But as they were led into the grand halls of Auradon Prep, the weight of their mission grew heavier. Every smiling face, every cheerful word, felt like a mockery of the pain they had left behind.

The students looked at them with a mix of fascination and fear, whispering as they passed. Mal felt like a creature on display, a beast from a storybook. Her heart sank, realizing that even here, in this place of light, they were still outsiders.

Belle stepped forward, her eyes gentle and understanding. "We know this is a big change for you," she said softly. "But we believe in second chances. We want to help you find your place in this world."

Mal couldn't help but feel a spark of hope, despite the collar around her neck. Perhaps there was more to Auradon than she had ever imagined.

The tour of Auradon Prep was overwhelming. The halls were lined with banners of bright colors, the classrooms filled with students eager to learn, and the air was thick with the promise of a future that didn't include fear or pain. Mal tried to soak it all in, to memorize every detail in case it was all just a dream that would end when she least expected it.

As they approached the dorms, Ben turned to them with a smile. "Evie, Mal, Audrey'll show you your dorm room," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "And Jay, Carlos, follow me and I'll show you yours!"

The friends exchanged a look of dismay. Being split up was the last thing they wanted, especially since they were in a new, strange place. But there was no time to protest, as they were whisked away in separate directions.

Mal's heart felt heavy as she watched Jay and Carlos disappear down the hall with Ben. They had always been a team, a family. The thought of being apart from them, even for a night, was unbearable.

Evie and Mal followed Audrey, the daughter of Sleeping Beauty, into a dormitory that looked more like a palace than a place to sleep. The walls were adorned with tapestries of heroes and heroines, their faces smiling down at the new arrivals. The beds were piled high with pillows and blankets that looked softer than clouds.

"This is your room," Audrey said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Mal couldn't blame her. The idea of sharing a space with the daughter of the woman who had imprisoned her mother had to be as strange for her as it was for Mal.

Evie and Mal looked around, taking in the grandeur of the room. It was everything they had ever dreamed of, but the knowledge that they were here under false pretenses left a bitter taste in their mouths. The plush carpets, the intricate tapestries, and the gleaming en-suite bathroom were all a stark contrast to the cold, damp stone they were used to.

Audrey cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "My dorm is just across the hall," she said, her voice holding a hint of something Mal couldn't quite place. Was it curiosity or wariness? "If you need anything, just let me know."

With that, she left, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Mal and Evie looked at each other, the weight of their deception pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

"We can't do this," Mal murmured, running her hand over the soft fabric of the bedspread. "We're going to get caught, and then what?"

Evie's eyes searched hers, the same doubt reflected in their depths. "We have to," she said, her voice firm. "We can't let the others down."

Mal nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "We'll stick together," she vowed. "No matter what."

Evie gave her a small, determined smile. "Always."

The day passed in a blur of new faces, strange customs, and whispers that followed them wherever they went. Mal felt like a wild animal in a zoo, her every move scrutinized by the curious and fearful. But amidst the overwhelming newness, she found moments of peace in the quiet corners of the school, her sketchbook a comforting companion.

When lunchtime arrived, the four of them slipped outside, needing a break from the stifling atmosphere of the school's grand dining hall. The grounds of Auradon Prep were vast and sprawling, with lush gardens and towering trees that whispered secrets in the breeze. They found a secluded spot under the shade of an ancient oak, the rustling leaves offering a semblance of privacy.

Their stomachs growled, reminding them that they had brought nothing to eat. The food here was different, filled with flavors that were both tantalizing and strange. But the fear of being caught with anything that might be considered suspicious kept them from indulging in the feast laid out for the students of Auradon.

"We have to get that wand," Mal said, her voice low and intense. "But we can't just march into the Fairy Godmother's office and take it."

Jay leaned back against the tree, arms folded. "We'll figure it out," he assured her.

Carlos nodded, his eyes darting around nervously. "Yeah, we've got each other's backs. We've survived worse."

Jay looked at each of them, his expression serious. "We're not just here for the wand," he said. "We're here to find a way out. To live without fear."

Mal's eyes searched his, understanding the unspoken words beneath his statement. The wand was a means to an end, but it was also a symbol of the power they had been denied their entire lives. It was a chance to stand against their parents and forge their own destinies.

The group sat in silence, the rustling leaves the only sound that filled the space between them. The weight of their mission was palpable, but it was also a bond that held them tightly together. They had always been outsiders, but here, in this place of light, they had the opportunity to change their narrative.

"We need to find out more about the school," Evie suggested, her eyes gleaming with determination. "The layout, the schedules, any weaknesses."

Mal nodded, her thoughts racing. "And we need to keep our eyes on the prize," she murmured, her hand reflexively touching the collar. "The wand."

"But not at the cost of our friendship," Carlos added, his voice shaky. "We can't let this place, or our mission, come between us."

Evie nodded. "'Course we won't. We're a team. We stick together."

As they sat under the oak tree, Mal couldn't shake the feeling that the collar around her neck was tightening. Her mother's words echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of the danger they were all in.

"We need to be careful," she whispered, her eyes darting to the horizon where the Isle of the Lost was a fading memory. "They won't let us go easily."

As the day grew long, the shadows began to stretch, and the bell tolled for the end of classes. The students of Auradon Prep spilled out into the courtyard, their laughter and chatter filling the air like a symphony. Mal and her friends felt like intruders in a world that was both wondrous and terrifying. They had to tread lightly, blend in, and learn as much as they could without raising suspicion.

The courtyard was a riot of color and life, with students playing games and sharing stories, their happiness a stark contrast to the bleakness of the Isle of the Lost. Mal watched them with a mix of envy and determination. She longed to feel that sense of belonging, to laugh without fear, but she knew that her mother's grip was never far away.

"We should head back to the dorms," Evie said, her voice a soft whisper. "We don't want to be out here too long."

But as they started to get up, a shadow fell over them. Mal looked up to see a group of students approaching, led by a boy with blond hair and a smug smile that made her skin crawl.

"Well, if it isn't the villainous quartet," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Welcome to Auradon Prep, where the lost are found and the wicked are tamed."

Mal's eyes narrowed at the blond boy's words. Chad Charming, son of Prince Charming and Cinderella, was known for his arrogance and his knack for making anyone feel unwelcome. He was flanked by two of his minions, both smirking as if they were in on some private joke.

"What do you want?" Mal asked, her voice laced with a warning.

Chad's smile grew wider, showcasing teeth that were a little too perfect. "Oh, just wanted to welcome you to Auradon Prep," he said, his tone dripping with false sweetness. "Make sure you're fitting in okay."

Mal's eyes narrowed. "We're fine," she said, her voice icy.

"Are you sure?" Chad took a step closer, his friends snickering behind him. "It's a bit of a culture shock, isn't it? Moving from the dump that is the Isle of the Lost to the most magical school in Auradon."

Mal's hand clenched into a fist at her side. "We're managing," she replied through gritted teeth.

Chad's smile didn't falter. "It's just that, well, you know how it is," he said, his eyes traveling down to the collar around Mal's neck. "Villains like you need a bit of...guidance. So, we thought we'd offer some help. Show you around, make sure you don't get into any trouble."

The implication was clear: they were being watched. Mal's heart sank, but she forced a smile, her eyes never leaving Chad's. "Thanks, but we've got it covered."

"I'm sure you do," Chad said, his eyes lingering on the collar. "But we've got a little... tradition for new students. It's just a friendly initiation, really."

The two minions behind him snickered, and Mal felt a cold shiver run down her spine. This wasn't friendship; it was a challenge. A way to assert their dominance over the newcomers from the Isle of the Lost.

Jay stepped forward, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "We appreciate the offer, Charming," he said, his voice cool. "But we're good."

Chad's smile never wavered, but his eyes hardened. "I insist," he said, his voice now edged with steel. "It's for your own good. You wouldn't want to disappoint your hosts, would you?"

Mal's heart raced, her hand itching to reach for the collar around her neck. She knew she couldn't let them see her fear. "We're not interested in your little games," she said, her voice steady.

Chad's smile remained in place, but his eyes flashed with something darker. "It's not a game," he said, leaning in closer. "It's a warning. You're not welcome here, and if you cause any trouble, we'll make sure you regret it."

Mal felt the collar tighten again, a silent threat from her mother echoing in her mind. She knew she had to tread carefully. "We're not here to cause trouble," she said, her voice even.

"Good," Chad said, his smile never reaching his eyes. "Then you won't mind coming with us." He gestured to the grand staircase that led to the upper school. "It's a little... orientation. Just to make sure you know your place."

Mal felt the collar tighten around her neck, a cold reminder of her mother's control. She glanced at her friends, who all wore the same look of defiance mixed with trepidation. They had no choice but to follow Chad, not yet ready to reveal their true intentions or challenge the status quo.

As they ascended the grand staircase, Mal took in the grandeur of Auradon Prep. The walls were adorned with portraits of the most famous heroes and heroines, their eyes seemingly watching the students pass by. The floor was polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the gleaming armor of the knights that stood as silent sentinels at each landing. It was a stark contrast to the crumbling stones of the Isle of the Lost, and Mal couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the life she had never known.

The blond boy, Chad Charming, led them down a hallway lined with trophy cases filled with gleaming awards and enchanted artifacts. His footsteps echoed in the emptiness, each one a silent taunt of their inferiority. The tension was palpable, and Mal felt her friends stiffen beside her, ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.

They arrived at a large, opulent room with a high ceiling and a floor made of gleaming marble. The walls were lined with bookshelves that stretched up to the heavens, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls that whispered secrets of old. It was the school's library, a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary of knowledge, but today, it felt more like a lion's den.

Chad's minions closed the doors behind them with a thud that echoed through the room. Mal's eyes searched the shelves for any sign of escape, her heart hammering in her chest. The air grew thick with tension as the four of them faced off against Chad and his friends.

"Now, let's get down to business," Chad said, his voice dropping to a sinister purr. "You're here because you're supposed to be 'reformed' villains. But we all know that a leopard doesn't change its spots."

Mal's hand tightened around the strap of her bag, her nails digging into the fabric. "We're not here to cause trouble," she said, her eyes locked with Chad's.

"Oh, I know," Chad said, his smile widening. "But it's always good to know where you stand, isn't it?" He gestured to the collar around Mal's neck. "It's a little... reminder, from your mother, I presume?"

Mal's jaw clenched, but she didn't respond. Instead, she met his gaze with a cold, unyielding stare.

"Let's make this quick," Jay said, his voice a low growl. "We've got better things to do than play your games."

Chad's smile grew even more smug. "Oh, I don't think you do," he said, gesturing to the four chairs that had appeared in the center of the room. "Take a seat, won't you?"

Mal's eyes narrowed, but she knew they had to play along for now. They sat down, the chairs surprisingly comfortable despite the tension in the air. The minions stepped back, leaving Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos to face Chad alone.

"Now, now, don't look so glum," Chad said, sauntering around the chairs. "This is all for your own good, really. We wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about our little experiment, would we?"

Mal's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

Chad leaned against the grand oak desk that dominated the center of the room, his arms folded across his chest. "Oh, just that the council is keeping a very close eye on all of you," he said, his tone light, but the malice beneath it was unmistakable. "And if you step out of line, well..."

His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear. Mal's heart raced, the collar around her neck a constant reminder of the stakes. She knew that if they failed, it wouldn't just be them who suffered the consequences.

"So, what's the initiation?" Jay asked, his tone casual, but the tension in his body was palpable.

Chad's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a malicious light. "It's simple, really," he said, pacing around the chairs. "You're going to prove that you're not just a bunch of thieves and liars."

Mal's heart skipped a beat. "How?" she asked, her voice tight.

Chad leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You're going to tell us a secret," he whispered. "A secret from your time on the Isle of the Lost. Something no one else here knows. Something... personal."

Mal's mind raced, trying to think of a secret that wouldn't betray their mission or their friends back home. She knew they had to give him something, anything to satisfy his cruel curiosity and get out of this room unscathed.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady. "But if we're sharing secrets, it's only fair that you do the same."

Chad's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled. "Alright," he said, his eyes glinting. "But I don't think you'll find anything about me all that shocking."

The room grew quiet as Mal took a deep breath. "I haven't slept in, like, five days."

The tension in the room broke momentarily as Chad and his friends exchanged confused glances. Mal had chosen a secret that was true but didn't reveal anything of their mission. It was a lie wrapped in a half-truth, a deception that would keep them safe for now.

"Is that it?" Chad scoffed, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "I've heard more exciting secrets from a sleeping kitten."

Mal's grip on her bag tightened, but she kept her cool. "It's all I've got," she said with a shrug. "Guess I'm not as interesting as you thought."

Chad's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Mal thought he would call her bluff. But then he laughed, a sound that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Fine," he said. "But I expect better from the rest of you."

Evie was next, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I used to sneak into the castle's library at night to read fairy tales."

Chad's smile didn't falter, but his eyes grew more calculating. "How sweet," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Reading about heroes and princesses while your mother plotted her next scheme."

Evie's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "It was my escape," she said, her voice stronger. "I liked to believe that there was more to life than what we had."

Jay was next. "I... I once tried to fly," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I built these...wings, out of junk we found on the Isle. They didn't work, obviously, but it was...freeing, for a moment."

Chad chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "How delightfully pathetic," he said, his voice thick with condescension. "A thief with aspirations of flight. How poetic."

Carlos shifted in his chair, his eyes darting around the room. "I'm scared," he admitted. "O-of-of dogs, mostly, but also people. I think I'd like to meet a dog someday, though-just to see what it's like."

Chad's smile remained, but his eyes softened-not much, but they did. "How... charming," he said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. "But we all have our little fears, don't we?"

The silence grew taut, each heartbeat echoing in the vast library. Mal knew they had to find a way to leave this room without revealing their true intentions or giving Chad the satisfaction of seeing them squirm. She looked around, searching for any hint of an escape or a way to change the subject.

Her eyes fell on a dusty tome on the nearest shelf. It was bound in leather and had a title etched in gold that she couldn't quite make out from her seat. She leaned forward, feigning curiosity. "What's that book?" she asked, pointing to the shelf.

Chad's gaze followed her finger, and for a moment, his expression faltered. "Just an old history book," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Boring stuff."

But Mal had seen the flicker of something in his eyes. "History's never boring," she said, standing up and walking towards the shelf. "Everyone has a story, right?"

Chad's smile turned into a sneer. "You think you can distract me that easily?"

"Just making conversation," Mal said, her eyes still on the book. "But if you're going to keep us here all night, I might as well learn something."

Her heart raced as she approached the shelf, her hand reaching for the book. It was a risk, but it might be their only way out of this situation without bloodshed.

"Fine," Chad said, rolling his eyes. "But make it quick. I've got better things to do than babysit you four."

Mal's hand trembled slightly as she pulled the book from the shelf. It was heavier than she expected, the leather cool and smooth against her fingertips. The title was in an ancient language she didn't recognize, but the symbol on the cover looked vaguely familiar. It was a snake coiled around a wand, the emblem of the Isle of the Lost.

"What's so interesting about that?" Chad called out, his voice laced with boredom.

Mal's eyes scanned the pages, her heart racing as she searched for anything that might be useful. "It's just...different," she said, her voice quivering slightly.

Chad's footsteps grew closer, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. "Let me see," he said, his hand reaching for the book.

Mal held it out to him, her eyes flicking to the symbol on the cover. The snake's eyes glinted malevolently at her, as if to say, "I know your secrets."

"Hmm, the Tome of the Forgotten," Chad said, taking the book with a disinterested air. "It's all about the history of the Isle of the Lost. Nothing you'd want to waste your time on."

But Mal had noticed something. The pages were thick, almost like parchment, and the book was much heavier than it looked. It could be a potential weapon if needed. She made a mental note to keep it in mind.

"Alright, enough with the history lesson," Chad said, tossing the book back onto the shelf. "I think we're done here."

Mal let out a quiet sigh of relief, but kept her guard up as they followed Chad out of the library. As they walked through the corridors, the grandeur of Auradon Prep seemed to close in around them, a stark reminder of the world they were trying to infiltrate.

"You guys okay?" Jay whispered, his eyes darting around the hallway.

Mal nodded, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Yeah, we're good," she said, her eyes never leaving Chad's back.

As they walked, the whispers grew louder, the shadows seeming to stretch and twist with every step they took. The weight of the collar was a constant presence, a grim reminder of the danger they faced.

"We can't let them break us," Mal murmured under her breath.

"We won't," Evie assured her, squeezing her hand.

As they split up to go to their dorms, Mal couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest. The grandeur of Auradon Prep was overwhelming, each corridor whispering secrets and each corner hiding potential threats. The weight of their mission felt heavier than ever, and the kindness of their new classmates only served to highlight the stark contrast between their worlds.

Finally, Mal and Evie arrived at their dorm room, the heavy oak door bearing the number 404.

Mal's hand hovered over the doorknob, feeling the cool metal beneath her fingertips. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. This place was supposed to be their sanctuary, but it felt more like a cage with bars made of gold and enchantment.

The door opened with a soft click, and the two walked into the room. Mal sat on the floor, curling into a ball. "Mal," She glanced up at Evie, who was sitting on one of the beds, looking down at her with a concerned glint in her eyes. 

The older girl stood up, gently scooping Mal up in her arms. "You're getting a good night's sleep tonight," Evie declared, placing her carefully on the bed. "And I will not hesitate to knock you out if I have to."

Mal laughed softly as her friend pulled the soft blanket over her body. She smiled up at Evie. "Thanks, E,"

"'Course," the blue haired girl grinned, patting Mal's head. "Any time." 

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The lights dimmed, the whispers of Auradon Prep fading into the night. Mal closed her eyes, trying to ignore the itch of the collar around her neck. It was a constant reminder of her mother's wrath, a symbol of the leash that bound her to the Isle of the Lost.

But sleep remained elusive, the weight of the day's events heavy on her mind. She tossed and turned, the soft snores of Evie the only sound in the room. Then, the quiet was shattered by the sound of the door opening, the hinges squeaking gently.

Jay and Carlos slipped inside, their eyes darting around the room. Mal sat up, her heart racing. "What's going on?" she whispered, the collar around her neck feeling like a noose in the dim light.

Carlos's breath came in ragged gasps. "I...I can't sleep," he stuttered. "The dreams..."

Jay put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, buddy," he said gently. "You're safe here."

But Carlos's wide eyes searched the room, as if looking for monsters in the shadows. "I know, but...without all of us, I just don't feel right," he confessed.

Mal's chest tightened with understanding. They had all been through so much together, the bonds forged in adversity had made them inseparable. "You guys should stay," she whispered, moving over to make room on the bed. "We stick together, remember?"

Without a word, Jay and Carlos joined her, the three of them huddling under the blankets like a pack of lost puppies seeking warmth and comfort. Mal felt the warmth of their bodies, the steady rhythm of their breaths, and she allowed herself to relax a fraction.

It was then that she heard the soft rustle of sheets and the sound of a yawn. She turned to see Evie sitting up in the other bed, her eyes bleary with sleep. "What's going on?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," Mal whispered back, her voice hoarse from the day's tension. "Thought we could all use some company."

Evie's eyes searched the room, understanding dawning in them. She slid out of bed and padded over to them, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Without a word, she crawled under the blankets, curling up against Mal's side. The four of them lay there, a tangle of limbs and fears, seeking solace in their unity.

For a moment, the only sound was their collective breathing, the gentle sighs of their anxiety mingling with the whispers of the night. Then, Jay spoke up, his voice a low murmur in the darkness. "We can't let them break us," he said, his voice firm despite the quiver of nerves.

Mal nodded, her eyes drifting shut. "We won't," she murmured. "We're in this together."

One by one, the whispers of their fears began to fade. First, Carlos's breathing grew deep and even, his body finally finding peace in the embrace of sleep. Jay followed shortly after, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that spoke of exhaustion and the need for rest. Then Evie, who had been watching over them with a fierce protectiveness, finally allowed her eyes to drift closed, her hand still clutching Mal's tightly.

Mal was the last to give in to slumber, her mind racing with thoughts of the mission, the collar, and the whispers of the castle. But as the warmth of her friends' bodies lulled her into a sense of security, she too succumbed to the gentle embrace of sleep. Her grip on the blanket loosened, and she nestled closer to Evie, their hearts beating in a silent promise of camaraderie.

The night passed in a haze of fitful dreams, each one more vivid than the last. But it was a sudden jolt that woke them all with a start. Mal's eyes flew open, her heart hammering in her chest. The room was pitch black, save for the moonlight streaming through the window.

"What was that?" Carlos whispered, his voice trembling.

Mal sat up, her heart racing. "I don't know," she murmured, her eyes scanning the room.

Jay rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "It's probably nothing," he said, his voice low. "But let's stay alert."

Mal nodded, slipping out of bed and tiptoeing to the window. She peered out into the night, the moon casting a silver glow over the pristine lawns of Auradon Prep. The whispers of the castle had grown quieter, but the unease remained.

"We should do something to take our minds off of it," Evie suggested, her voice soft. "What about a movie?"

Mal nodded, the tension in the room lifting slightly. "Yeah," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "That sounds good."

Evie was already crossing the room to the entertainment center, her nimble fingers typing away at the remote. The screen flickered to life, casting a soft blue glow over the four of them. "What do you guys want to watch?" she asked, scrolling through the options.

"Something light," Mal suggested, her eyes still on the moonlit lawn. "I don't think I can handle any more drama right now."

Evie nodded and selected a film, the sound of the opening credits filling the room. The light from the screen danced across their faces, casting shadows that played tricks with their expressions.

On the screen, Scrooge McDuck and his great-nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie were chasing after the treasure of the lost lamp, their eyes shining with excitement and hope. The animated world was filled with color and wonder, a stark contrast to the cold, unyielding reality of Auradon Prep.

As they watched, Mal couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the freedom the ducks enjoyed. They weren't bound by collars or the expectations of a world that had vilified them since birth. They could simply be themselves and pursue their dreams without fear of retribution.

Jay chuckled at her expression. "Wish we could just go on a treasure hunt, huh?"

Mal nodded, a wistful smile on her lips. "At least it'd be an adventure of our choosing," she murmured.

The movie played on, the adventures of Scrooge McDuck and his great-nephews a welcome distraction from their own troubles. The vibrant colors and the excitement in the characters' voices brought a brief reprieve from the shadows that lurked in the corners of their minds. They watched as the ducks dodged booby traps and outsmarted villains, their laughter echoing softly in the quiet room.

One by one, their eyes grew heavy, lids drooping as the warmth of the blankets and the safety of their shared space lulled them into a much-needed slumber. Mal was the first to drift off, her head nodding against Evie's shoulder, her breathing deepening. Evie watched her friends for a few moments longer, a soft smile playing on her lips. Then, she too closed her eyes, allowing the gentle whispers of the film to carry her into a peaceful oblivion.

Jay and Carlos weren't far behind. The tension in their bodies slowly melted away, their muscles relaxing into the plush cushions of the bed. The whispers of the castle outside were faint, almost comforting in their predictability. The sound of the movie's soundtrack became a lullaby, guiding them into a realm where the only battles were those of cartoon heroes and their comical foes.

As the film played on, the room grew still. The only movement was the occasional twitch of a sleeping form as the story unfolded on the screen, a silent guardian over the four friends. The light from the TV painted their faces with shifting shades of blue and white, a silent witness to their shared vulnerability.

The whispers of Auradon Prep had long since disappeared into the fabric of the night, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tick of a distant clock. Mal's breathing grew deeper, the collar around her neck a dull ache that she pushed to the back of her mind. The warmth of her friends beside her was a balm to her soul, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this strange, opulent world.

The first hint of dawn began to creep through the curtains, casting a soft pink glow over the room. It was a stark contrast to the moonlit night that had held them captive in their fears. Sleep had been a fickle friend, offering them brief moments of respite before pulling them back into the chaos of their new reality.

In the quiet of the early morning, the door to the dorm room 404 opened, the hinges protesting softly. Two figures slipped inside, their footsteps silent on the plush carpet.

"They're all here," Ben whispered, his eyes scanning the room.

Audrey nodded, her gaze lingering on Mal's sleeping form. "They look so... peaceful," she murmured.

Ben stepped closer, his eyes taking in the sight of the four friends. "We need to tread carefully," he said. "They're not used to...any of this."

Audrey nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at them. "They're just kids..they're like us," she whispered. "They're not the monsters everyone makes them out to be."

Ben's eyes met hers, understanding passing between them. "We'll help them," he said firmly. "We'll show them that Auradon isn't just a place of fear and judgment."

Audrey nodded. "But first, we have to convince them to trust us."

It was then that Evie's eyes snapped open, the sound of unfamiliar voices in their sanctuary jolting her to alertness. For a moment, she was disoriented, the shadows of the room playing tricks on her sleep-addled mind. Then, she saw the two figures standing by the door, and all thoughts of peace and comfort vanished.

With a snarl, she launched herself from the bed, the blankets flying off in a flurry of motion.

Ben and Audrey barely had time to react before Evie was upon them, her eyes wild with fear and confusion. Her fists flew, driven by the instinct to protect her friends.

"Hey, hey, it's us!" Ben managed to get out, his hands up in a peaceful gesture.

Evie's eyes darted around the room, the fog of sleep clearing. She recognized the voices and the faces, but the instinct to protect was still a live wire in her body. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice low and threatening.

Ben took a step back, his hands still in the air. "We just wanted to check on you guys," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Make sure you're okay."

Evie's eyes narrowed, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her adrenaline rush. "Why?" she demanded.

Audrey stepped forward, her voice soft. "I heard the movie," she said, gesturing to the TV. "Jay and Carlos weren't in their dorm, so we were worried."

Evie's shoulders relaxed slightly, her fists unclenching. "They're here," she murmured, pointing to the makeshift bed on the floor. "Couldn't sleep."

Mal stirred, her eyes opening to find Evie standing over her, looking ready to fight. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, the collar tightening slightly around her neck as she took in the scene. "What's going on?"

"It's okay," Evie said, her voice calming. "It's just Ben and Audrey."

Mal's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of the two royals in their room. She had only met Ben briefly, and Audrey was practically a stranger. The warmth of the bed disappeared, replaced by a cold sweat. Had they discovered their true identities? Were they here to drag them back to the Isle of the Lost?

Ben's gaze fell on Mal, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Mal nodded, trying to ignore the way the collar seemed to pulse with every beat of her heart. "Yeah," she said, her voice a little too high. "We just had a bit of a...sleepover."

Ben's gaze searched hers, and she could see the question in his eyes. Did he suspect them? Did he know about the mission?

"Mal," Audrey said softly, her eyes filled with genuine care. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

Mal's heart skipped a beat. She could feel the weight of the collar around her neck, the cold metal pressing into her skin, a silent reminder of her true purpose. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the window, the moon now just a faint memory in the early morning sky.

"Tell you?" she echoed, feigning confusion. "What do you mean?"

Audrey stepped closer, her hand reaching out tentatively. "You guys seem... on edge," she said. "If there's anything you need, or if you're not okay, you can talk to us."

Mal felt a swell of emotions, the urge to confide in these two people who had shown them kindness in a place that was supposed to be their enemy's lair. But the collar was a stark reminder of the price of trust. She took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts aside. "We're fine," she lied, her voice steadier than she felt. "Just some bad dreams."

Ben's eyes searched hers, but he didn't press further. "If you ever need anything," he said, "we're here."

Audrey nodded in agreement, and Mal felt a small knot of guilt form in her stomach. They were being so kind, and here she was, keeping secrets from them. But she couldn't risk it. Not with her mother watching.

"We should eat lunch together," Ben suggested, breaking the tension in the room. "Maybe it'll help you all feel more at home here."

Mal's eyes narrowed slightly, weighing the offer. It was a simple gesture, but it felt loaded with implications. Was this a trap? An attempt to get them to let their guard down?

"Sure," Carlos said suddenly, his voice crackling with sleep. "Lunch sounds good."

Mal's eyes snapped to him, surprise etched on her face. She hadn't realized he was awake, and his willingness to spend time with the royals caught her off-guard.

"Yeah," Jay added sleepily, stretching his arms over his head. "Could use some grub."

Mal shot him a look, the unspoken question clear in her eyes. Did he know what he was saying? But Jay's expression remained innocent, his gaze unwavering.

Evie nodded slowly. "Okay," she said, her voice still thick with sleep. "We'll join you."

The tension in the room dissipated like mist in the morning sun, and Mal felt a strange mix of relief and trepidation. Could they trust these two? Were they really here to help, or were they just playing another game?

The VKs had little time to ponder the implications of their midnight visitors before the harsh reality of the day began to press in. The sun had fully risen by the time they had all dressed and gathered their things, the whispers of Auradon Prep replaced by the bustling sounds of students preparing for another day of classes.

They found themselves outside in the school's courtyard, the sprawling lawns and pristine architecture bathed in a warm, golden light that seemed almost alien to them. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirp of birds, a stark contrast to the gloomy skies of the Isle of the Lost.

Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos huddled together, a silent agreement among them to stay close. They were early for the lunch meet-up, giving them a chance to observe the students of Auradon Prep without being observed themselves. The courtyard was a sea of blue and gold, the school's colors reflected in the uniforms and the banners that fluttered in the breeze.

The whispers of the castle had been replaced by the chatter of the students, their laughter and gossip weaving an intricate tapestry of sound that was both foreign and eerily familiar. Mal couldn't shake the feeling that every set of eyes was on them, judging them, waiting for them to make a mistake.

As the lunch bell chimed, the courtyard began to fill with students, a kaleidoscope of blue and gold that made the VKs feel like black sheep in a field of purebreds. They huddled together, trying to blend in, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Audrey and Ben.

The air was thick with the aroma of food, a smorgasbord of flavors that seemed to dance on Mal's tongue just from the scent. It had been so long since she'd tasted anything but the bland, unsatisfying fare from the Isle. Her stomach growled, a traitorous reminder of how much she craved the comfort of a real meal.

The courtyard was a whirlwind of activity, students milling about, the sound of their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the silent tension that had been their constant companion since arriving. Mal couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity at the lives these kids led, so different from her own. They talked of weekend plans and homework assignments with the ease of those who had never known the burden of a villainous legacy.

And then, like a beacon of hope in a storm, Ben and Audrey emerged from the crowd, their arms laden with trays of food. Mal's stomach gave a traitorous rumble at the sight of the steaming plates piled high with colorful fruits, sandwiches that looked like they were made by actual chefs, and drinks that bubbled with an enchanting sparkle.

They approached the table where the VKs were sitting, their expressions a mix of apprehension and excitement. "Hey," Ben said with a tentative smile, setting the trays down. "I hope you guys don't mind, but we brought some extra."

Mal's eyes widened at the sight of the food, her stomach betraying her once more with a gnawing hunger. She tried to keep her face neutral, but the smell was too tempting. "Thanks," she murmured, not quite meeting his gaze.

Evie took the lead, flashing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You guys are too kind," she said, taking a sandwich from one of the trays. She took a bite, the flavors exploding in her mouth like a symphony of sweet and savory notes she had never experienced before.

Jay and Carlos followed suit, their expressions a mix of suspicion and gratitude. They had grown up hearing tales of the opulence of Auradon, but experiencing it firsthand was a whole different beast. The food was like nothing they had ever tasted, and the way Ben and Audrey talked about their classes and extracurricular activities made it all seem so...normal.

For a brief moment, Mal allowed herself to indulge in the fantasy that this could be her life. No more scheming, no more pain, just a simple lunch with friends, the sun on her face and the sweet taste of freedom. But the weight of the collar around her neck was a constant reminder of the truth.

"So," Audrey began, her eyes darting between them. "How are you all finding Auradon Prep so far?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken tension of their mission. Mal took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "It's... different," she said carefully.

Ben nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I can imagine," he said. "But you guys are fitting in pretty well, all things considered."

Mal's eyes flicked to him, and she felt a jolt of something akin to anger. Fitting in? Was that what he thought they were doing? They were in enemy territory, with a mission that could cost them everything.

"It's not all bad," Evie said, her voice a little too bright. "The school is beautiful, and the classes are interesting."

Audrey's eyes lit up. "Which ones are your favorites?"

"Science," Evie said, surprising herself with the ease the word slipped out.

"Really?" Audrey's eyes widened with genuine interest. "I love science too! What do you like most about it?"

Evie took another bite of her sandwich, buying time. She hadn't expected to have to elaborate on her lie. "I...uh...find the way things work really fascinating," she said, hoping it sounded convincing. "Like, how magic interacts with the natural world, you know?"

Audrey's eyes sparkled. "Oh, totally! It's like a puzzle waiting to be solved!" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "My mom says that the real magic is in the science behind it all. But, like, given the history of pretty much everyone here, she's probably wrong."