What could she say that wouldn’t sound like some sort of excuse? Mal was a product of her environment. Wasn’t every villain kid though? Her mother had been the self proclaimed queen of the isle. Mal was conditioned to believe that she would one day similarly hold power over the isle. The few friends she made… that went against everything Maleficient taught her, as it was.

“On the isle… I wouldn’t have. I was so… busy, trying to win my mother’s approval. I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted so badly to be Maleficient. I would have done anything to be worthy of my full name.” A long pause. The other girl’s anger was deserved. If the roles were reversed, Mal would have been beyond livid. “I didn’t try back then. I won’t make excuses or try to pretend I didn’t ignore you back there, either.”

Wanting the approval of a mother. She could certainly relate to that. Then again most of them did. They all wanted their parent’s approval because most have given up on gaining any sort of affection. Approval was the last thing they could get, yet even that was a stretch. Besides could she really condom Mal for something she’d probably do herself and in all actuality if she had been in the other’s shoes she probably wouldn’t give the other villain kids another thought. Only worried about her own survival and not any one else’s, that was how she was raised to be. An aspect in her character ingrained in her since birth.

“Look I know my mother,” she paused biting her lip. “I know our mother’s were bitter enemies.” Not many villain’s got along with one another on the Isle but their resentment towards one another was something on another level, especially on her mother’s side. “I know she’s the main reason we were isolated even there, but it hurt. Hurt to know we didn’t belong in Auradon and to know that we—I didn’t even belong here according to some of the other villains.” Her mother was known for being a joke. A villain not worthy of being praised. 

Nerina stared at the girl’s hand, “Is everyone here this obnoxiously friendly and bubbly here or am I just lucky?” she asked, a sarcastic tone lacing her words, while completely ignoring the hand hovering in front of her. 

                                                         b r e a k ?

Question starters!! – Accepting!!

Mal Bertha was… hardly one someone could call trustworthy. Even now, she had gone from the daughter of one of the worst villains’ to… queen-to-be. It was… irony, really. How long had she believed she would rule the Isle? Destroy Auradon? She had little qualifications to rule, if she was honest. Nevertheless… who else could know better the struggle of learning a new way of life? Rather, what it was to decide how to walk one’s own path. Not their parents, not the way the heroes’ parents thought. Even now, she struggled to stay on her own journey.

On the Isle Nerina had stayed clear of Mal and her gang, mostly at the insistence of her mother. Narissa despised Maleficent. She always prattled on about how she should be the most feared villain how she was more powerful than the ‘MISTRESS OF ALL EVIL’. No daughter of Narissa’s would ever interact with a daughter of hers. And to be honest Narissa never felt the need to be near the other girl anyway. 

ONCE   UPON   A   TIME    ~

Transitioning from the Isle to Auradon was never the easiest, at least that was what she would assume. How could it have been easy? They were left with basically nothing, competing to be on top in some twisted around about way. Of course, a lot of what she knew came from what she had heard from others since the first four arrived.

Still, it wasn’t easy. Alexandra sat quietly as she watched one of the newest VKs to come to Auradon Prep, watching as various students acted in ways she couldn’t approve of. It didn’t matter where she came from, she deserved this second chance as much as they deserved the lived they had.

Auradon, the place of dreams. That’s what the other villain’s kids saw it as. A bright place where they were no longer under their parent’s rule. Nerina however saw it as another prison, despite being away from her mother. In fact she didn’t even want to come in the first place. She’d rather stay on the Isle where she knew what to expect around every dark corner.

She followed behind the others, not speaking to any of them. It’s not like she had any friends on the Isle being isolated as her and her mother was. Her eyes darted around, looking at everything with suppressed awe. It did seem brighter here.

“Difficult?” This irked her. “I just don’t understand the need. It’s not like we were ever friendly or even remotely acquaintances on the isle.” Nerina knew she sounded hostile but she couldn’t help it, it had been ingrained in her by her mother. She shouldn’t trust the other isle kids nor the auradon kids. 

The blue haired princess took in a slow, deep breath to calm her nerves which were quickly beginning to grow frazzled because of the girl in front of her, and once she was sure she wasn’t about to snap, she squared her shoulders. “No, but we’re made of the same things to the kids here, so we may as well stick together.” She stated calmly. She was more concerned for Nerina than herself, since Evie got along fairly well with the kids in Auradon - but it was clear that Nerina wasn’t even going to try to make an effort.

“This coming from the biggest drama queen on the island?” Nerina scowled. “Listen here Evie, I’m perfectly capable of finding my own dress, I don’t need you to make it, so stop asking.” 

“I’m sure you’re capable,” Evie replied with a roll of her eyes. “but I’m saying that I want to find you one. Dear god, stop being so damn difficult.”