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🎩 Balan Wonderworld

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🐑 Cult of the Lamb

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☕ Cuphead

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Christmas With a Freddy [Story C3] 🔀

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Five Nights at Freddy: A Decade of Terror (10 year anniversary story) [Part Two] 🔀

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🎥 Five Nights at Freddy’s Movie Series

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😈 Helluva Boss

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"The history of villains is much more entertaining than that of heroes, because monsters are not born, they are created. They do not emerge from emptiness or darkness of their own accord, but are shaped by circumstances, by the wounds of the world around them. They reflect the depths of human pain, rejection, loneliness, misunderstanding. A hero is defined by his acts of bravery, but a villain is the result of a heart that was once pure and ended up corrupted. Monsters, in their tragedy, show us what could happen to us all, if the world were to turn its back on us." - A summary on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

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The story begins as an unknown figure (You, dear reader) facing in the first point of view, walking through a drafty, dark and gloomy place. It’s not any ordinary place that You have known, unfortunately it’s The Underworld. Hades’ domain that You have accidentally stumbled into and found Your way inside the God’s palace. As You roam the halls of dark open corridors at every turn, the palace felt like a labyrinth as You walked until You stumbled into a wide open room. A living room.

Despite knowing where You are. The strong crackling blue fire in an onyx stone fireplace seemed peaceful. The Greek styled furniture with some gothic hints decorated the space with luxurious couches, love seats and lounge chairs. A coffin shaped coffee table with a marble black counter with blue cracks was a few feet away from the fireplace in the center of the room. Underneath said coffee table is a large square rug in pomegranate red.

In one of the lounge chairs sat Hades himself, donning his usual chiton as his blue flaming hair flicked calmly with smoke billowing below at his feet and across the smooth cobblestone floor. His posture seems calm as his focus was on a book in one of his hands. And then within a second when You entered the room, his eyes averted at You and he closed the book calmly.

“Well, I’d never thought to see the day when a mere mortal nonchalantly enters *my* domain as if it’s their own house,” Hades speaks in a calm, polite voice as his attention was now on You. And he seemed rather amused as the God has a soft smile. “Now, butterscotch, tell me how You managed to bypass Cerberus without him treating You like a living chew toy?”

Well, You explain how You got there. Even though You can’t hear the sound of Your own vocals speaking as You talked but Hades seemed to hear You. His face shifted from his soft amused look to one of concern and initiative when You finished Your story. And You noticed his hair had small streaks of yellow and orange.

“I see, so You didn’t enter through *that* way,” Hades says with slight frustration, his suave tone sounded grumbling. “I keep telling the boys to make sure that they lock any exits from the Underworld, but apparently I have to make them check every exit now to keep any other mortals from entering my domain and making me look unprofessional.” Then lets out a groan of frustration and runs a hand over his face.

“But hey, while You’re here, You could just hang out with me for a while,” his smooth talk, polite, can-do attitude returned as he stood up and the book floated over to a bookshelf behind You by the entryway. Putting itself back in its slot.

You spoke again, not hearing the sound of Your own voice but whatever You said seemed to annoy the God further and his hair turned mostly red. “What do You mean You want to leave!?!? You just got here and You want to go back!?!?”

He paused as You talked more. His hair turned yellow and Hades’ pinched the bridge of his nose. “I understand that the surface world is Your home. I’m not trying to kidnap You or prevent You from leaving. But would it *kill* You mortals to spend time with a lonely deity who just wants some lively company who isn’t already, ya know, *dead*?”

You look at Hades, then down at the love seat beside You that was facing towards the God on the other side of the coffee table, then back at Hades. You reluctantly sat on the love seat which made Hades smirk, seeing You have decided to stay as his hair was back to blue.

“See, it’s not so bad here, isn’t it?” Hades asks as he summons a tea set. He handed You a teacup on a coaster with some kind of liquid inside. The cup and coaster has blue flames on a black background with white skulls in the flames. The handle has a gold finish. The teapot sitting on top of a pomegranate red pot holder on the coffee table has the same design as the cups.

“Relax, it’s not poisoned or laced with anything,” Hades reassured You as he takes a sip from his own cup. So You sip from it as well. You could taste the tea flavor with something fruity in it.

You then spoke to the God again, and in return, he gave You a “poker faced” annoyed look in return but his flames didn’t shift. “Okay, let me just give this to You straight, just because I am evil doesn’t mean it defines me as a whole, nor am I evil *all* the time. I can be *nice* if I want to be, including towards mortals on a whim. So *excuse me* for being so hospitable towards You, unless You want me to throw You in the Styx.”

You gave no response in return.

“That’s what I thought,” Hades says sounding satisfied and resumes drinking his tea. “But You know, the villainous life isn’t always black and white like many want You to believe. That someone who is evil is deemed untrustworthy or a monster, and those who associate themselves with us are also considered as one. Not denying it’s true completely but there are those that are evil who also have a sense of heart. Like me.” Then Hades snapped his fingers as if he had remembered something with a perked up grin on his face.

“Which reminds me of a story,” Hades continues as he sounds chipper. Summoning a book into his hand. “You mortals like stories, right?” You eagerly nod. “Good! And it’s even better since this is a *true* story that I was there to witness. Let me tell You a tale of self discovery, tragedy, envy, and deception.”

Hades faces the book towards You, showing You the pages as it starts to glow.

“But to start, let me take You back in time when the royal four were little children.”

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*March 2004*

The scene pans in through a glass balcony double door into a large children’s bedroom. Inside is a circular room divided into four sections with bookshelves with books and toys and another door made of wood on the opposite side. The walls are a pastel light blue, maybe robin egg blue.

When entering through the door, the top left corner has a bed with vibrant white bed frame, a symbol on the bed frame of a water drop, with ocean blue blankets draped over the mattress. The bookshelf is decorated with marine animal plushies and books of marine biology, oceanography,u and phycology.

The top left also has a bed with a white bed frame with a symbol of a candle fire. The bed’s mattress draped in red blankets and a bookshelf with chunks of obsidian and rubies as well as diamonds and garnets. Books of astronomy, astrophysics, gemology, and mineralogy.

The bottom left also has a bed with a white bed frame with a symbol of a flower. The bed’s mattress draped in green blankets and a bookshelf with potted plants of flowers. Books of botany, horticulture, and ethnobotany.

The bottom right also has a bed with a white bed frame with a symbol of a tornado. The bed’s mattress draped in light blue blankets and a bookshelf with potted plants of flowers. Books of climatology, atmospheric science, aerology, and cloud physics.

Inside the bedroom has four children, but three of them has lively playful energy running through their veins as adrenaline was high.

On the red bed, a little girl with brown hair and eyes wearing purple and red pajamas was reading a book with a relaxed posture: Beauty and the Beast.

The other children were blonde with blue eyes, two girls and one boy. But the boy had a more dirtier blonde color than the other two. The boy wore light blue pajamas with cloud Mickey prints. One of the girls wore grass green glasses with floral print green pajamas. She was sword fighting the boy on her bed, they were both standing on it with wooden swords in their hands. The other girl had blue pajamas with pink sea shell prints. She has a plastic pink and blue trident and joins the “fight”. The three were laughing while the brunette rolled her eyes unamused while reading her book as the others played.

“Take this! And that!” The girl in glasses exclaimed playfully. “You’re no match for me, Jamie!”

“And you’re no match for me, Rachel!” The boy retorted back. The playful rivalry in their eyes as they bantered back and forth. Then the other girl gently jabs Jamie in the back with her plastic trident.

“Trident attack!” She exclaims and Jamie playfully falls to his defeat. “Well done, Kairi!” Rachel celebrates and the girls gleefully high five.

Then they heard the wooden door open and immediately they fled to their beds while carrying their weapons. Kairi to the blue one while Rachel went to the green and light blue bed.

What entered the room were two elderly men. Both wore blue wizard robes and pointed hats. Yet one was shorter than the other. The short one has white long hair and a beard with small circular spectacles sitting on his face. The other’s robes were a darker blue with long dark grey hair and a beard. The short wizard came off as a “cool grandpa figure” while the other a “stern uncle” figure.

They were Merlin and Yen Sid.

“Settle down, children,” Yen’s voice rumbled with calm authority as his eyes glazed over each of them. “You’ve had an excellent school day and your grades have been on par, therefore, you’ve earned your story before bedtime.”

The blondes seemed excited, smiling as they take in a short gasp.

“The Little Mermaid!” Kairi says eagerly.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas!” Rachel inputs.

“Or! Or! Aladdin! Or Peter Pan!” Jamie giggles.

As they said their inputs, the brunette had her hand raised the whole time after Yen Sid declared their bedtime story. But she wasn’t unacknowledged by the wizards.

“Yes, Princess Isabel, what story would you like Merlin to read?” Yen says calmly as she appreciates her patience and politeness even when not in class.

“Can you read us a new story?” The brunette child, Isabel, asks politely as she puts her book away. “I’ve heard every story multiple times that they have became memorized.”

“I do know a new story,” Merlin confesses softly yet unsurely. “It’s not relatively new, but…” then he looks at Yen Sid who gives Merlin a reassuring soft nod in acceptance.

“I think they’re ready for *that* story,” Merlin says with acceptance. “They’re ready to know.”

All four kids now looked amused as wonder came over their eyes. Merlin smiles from their wondering curiosity, summoning a chair to sit on to tell his story.

“Let me tell you a true story about The Beginning of the Magic Kingdom and The Beginning of your grandfather’s legacy,” Merlin begins as the four children gave their attention. “The story begins of the childhood of The First King of Imagination; Walt Elias Disney.”

He began his tale as Yen Sid dimmed the bedroom lights and Merlin told the story with his magic. The imagery seen looks like it was animated with water paint. Merlin showed a tired schoolboy in ragged clothes with a sketchbook and pencil in hand. The vision was painted in black and white but the sketchbook glows in gold.

“Once Upon a Time, long ago, in a world similar of our own, there lived a boy who had a dream. A dream of imagination, magic, creativity and laughter,” Merlin starts as the boy was seen drawing in a sketchbook. “He made cartoons from his young imagination, characters that someday he hoped people will soon love.”

Merlin still showed the same boy but now he was seen getting older as an adult as he drew. Showing the passage of time with a smooth wave of his hand. The black and white started changing to vibrant bright colors.

“As the boy grew up into a man. His dream was shared and loved everywhere. He became successful in the gift of what he gave to the world; that dreams can become real.” This time, the man was talking to a group of people in a meeting, showing them his cartoons and drawings, telling them his ideas and sharing his creative knowledge. The group of people smiled and applauded from what they saw.

“Then he had a family of his own; a wife, two daughters, and two sons.”

More time was seen passing and the man was seen with an adult female at his side, his Queen. Two little girls standing by their parents’ legs, standing with a cartoon rabbit in blue shorts and a cartoon mouse in red shorts and white gloves by their sides. They looked happy and were smiling.

“Eventually the man decided to build a castle and a village for him, his family and his creations since he is the king of his own successful kingdom.”

Then the passing of time was shown again as the man and woman got older. The two little girls grew up and the rabbit was gone. Time continues showing how successful and famous this man became. Then more familiar faces was seen; Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty, before a castle was shown being built up from the grounds.

Time continues passing until it slows down. The bright colors became gloomy and depressed. The woman, the now grown up little girls and the cartoon mouse stood beside a coffin at a funeral. Their heads hung in sadness as they mourned and wept.

“Decades passed and tragic struck, the king sadly passed away,” Merlin continues, looking remorseful at the image included Yen Sid. Then Merlin added himself and Yen Sid to the memory. “And his brother took over the kingdom that he built.” Then an image of a new man was seen and comforted his mourning widowed sister-in-law.

The present children saw Merlin’s eyes watering with tears while Yen Sid takes his hat off as to pay respects and retribution towards his deceased king.

“But from the many tears of fond memories from those that have mourned the king. Either from his family or the fans that have adored his art. A new creation gave light to the kingdoms; seven sparkling magic jewels; The jewels of Arcoiris.” Merlin’s voice cracked but his warmth never caved.

The image changed, the bright colors returning, showing the warmth of love from many hearts combined with the tears of memories from those who knew his name. That magic created seven diamond cut gems, each of the colors of the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, cyan, and purple. They sparkled with magic and radiance as they appeared before the Queen and her children. They admired the jewels in awe.

“With this new gift, the Queen created a parallel Dimension to the parks born from the love of her husband, his creations, and his kingdom. The Dimension we call, Disneytopia.”

The image shows the woman creating a gateway using the loving warmth and memory of her husband. Merlin and Yen smiles seeing their Queen create something wonderful in their tale. The present children believed that their deceased grandmother was very loving, caring and passionate towards her husband’s creations.

“The king’s second born son, the mouse, watched over these jewels to preserve the memory of his father and to make sure that they are protected.”

The mouse was now seen encasing the jewels behind a glass display case in the castle with them well protected from any harm that others will want to use them for their own desires. The mouse sighs in relief with a satisfied expression. Then walks away.

“Everything remained at peace… until one day…” Merlin continues before the colors became eerie. His tone changed as if retelling a ghost story. “The creations started to rebel! It was The Day of Chaos!” The present children then gasped in fear as Merlin continued. “The villains uprised against the kingdom, wanting to take the jewels for themselves, as well as to claim the ingdom for themselves.”

The watercolor painting then changed to a detailed drawing. An image of many villains in a circle, reaching out for the jewels far from their grasp: Maleficent, Hades, Jafar, Captain Hook, Scar, Professor Ratigan, Queen Grimhilde, and Ursula. All with looks of determination and spite of wanting such power for themselves.

“In a desperate act,” Merlin then sounded hopeful, “the son had no choice but to let the jewels be scattered across the kingdom that his father had built. To protect the legacy of what was left behind and to keep the kingdom safe from the power going into the wrong hands.”

It then shows Mickey in his sorcerer outfit breaking the case and lets the jewels scatter over Disneytopia. The jewels flying through the skies.

“The villains still rebelled against the kingdom, but the jewels have remained unfound since their scatter. Overtime, as decades passed, the jewels had became lost and forgotten. Hiding within the kingdom in their own protection. Waiting to be found once again and to be reunited once more,” Merlin concludes the story as the magic figures disappear.

“And since that faithful day, we have made sure that none of the villains could reach you to use against The Magic Kingdom,” Yen Sid continues. “That’s why all your studying, your learning, is important to defend yourself against them as future rulers. And as long as you stay within the Orb’s protective boundaries, no villain with the darkest of shadows will reach you.”

Merlin nods as he stood up and the chair disappears. “Yes,” he agrees, “you four are the future faces. The adopted children of King Mickey and Queen Minnie. You will be strong, proud defenders. And when you get older, the Kingdom will rely on you to protect it, and as long as you stay together, the forces of evil will never stand a chance.”

The blonde children seemed in awe and eager for their futures. Whereas Isabel didn’t seem so thrilled as her siblings but had a meek smile.

“We’ll make you proud, uncle Yen Sid!” Kairi beams happily.

“We will never let you down!” Rachel adds.

“And we’ll work hard for our kingdom!” Jamie cheers.

Isabel was then unsure what to say. So she shrugs. “What they said.”

Merlin and Yen Sid were pleased with their responses. “Just don’t work too hard, little ones. A steady life must have a steady mind,” Yen Sid advises philosophically. “You four are still young. Enjoy your youth while you still have it.”

“Goodnight children, tomorrow you have a busy day ahead of you,” Merlin adds and the wizards left. Turning off the lights and the night lights illuminates the room.

“Did you hear that? Protectors! Defenders!” Rachel says eagerly. “I can’t wait already!”

“Me too! I can’t wait to be strong and powerful to show the sea witch who’s truly a boss!” Kairi beams happily.

“And I want to challenge Jafar to a sorcerer’s duel!” Jamie laughs. “He’ll cower and hide in his genie lamp, showing him how untouchable I am and Agrabah isn’t his to take.”

“Y-yeah,” Isabel says, sounding positive to hide her hesitation. “There’s no fight we cannot lose to.”

“You’re right!” Rachel agrees with her. “We’ll never lose! With the four of us together, we’ll make mommy and daddy proud.”

“We need to go to bed first, our dreams will come later,” Kairi then yawns as she gets under her blanket. “Goodnight you three.”

“Goodnight!” The others say and go under their blankets to sleep. But hours passed and Isabel couldn’t sleep. Her siblings were soon sound asleep and unaware. Uncertainty gnaws at her belly as a frown was across her face. Isabel then gets out of bed and tip toes to the balcony door, seeing the two bright stars side by side with a bright full moon. She decides to make a wish. Her hands in prayer. She quickly looks at her siblings in hopes they’re still asleep before wishing her prayer towards the heavens.

“Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight,” Isabel whispers. “I wish someday the villains will know true happiness, love, and kindness just like I give my family. I hope someday the heroes and villains will make amends and be happy with each other because no one deserves to be misunderstood or unloved.”

But before she walks to her bed, she swore she saw a shadow on the full moon move across it before disappearing. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. So, she goes back to her bed.

“Years passed,” Hades continues to narrate. “And the four children grew up.”

The story changed to show a scene of Rachel as a teenager. She was in Halloween Town with Jack Skellington and Sally. Growing more pumpkins with the gift of Earth.

The scene changed again and teenage Kairi is swimming with Ariel as both of them as a mermaid.

The scene changed again and a teenage Jamie is in an aero race with Aladdin on the magic carpet and Peter Pan. His gift of air allows him to fly through the currents.

Finally a teenage Isabel is seen alone amongst a grass field with puffy white dandelions as she lays on her belly across the grass. Unlike her siblings, she didn’t smile. She plucks one of the dandelions while feeling solemn, then she began to sing.

“I want much more than this provincial life. I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand. To have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned,” as she watched the seeds on the dandelion blow into the wind.

Hades narrative voice chuckled in amusement. “Little did she know what fate has in store for her.”

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TBC June 2025.

Holy fking sht!

I have started this story originally years ago but never finished it due to depression from my stubborn ex, life consuming me and not feeling satisfied with it. But years later, I began rewriting this days ago on Christmas and finished the story today because I’m bored waiting on a very delayed flight back home. I’m gonna write the remaining chapters as well, and edit this later, but the remaining chapters won’t release until June so ya’ll aren’t waiting too long for each chapter individually.

It’s 10:40 PM as I’m writing this and my plane has been 5+ hours behind on schedule due to weather conditions. I feel like I’m playing the worst game of musical chairs waiting for my flight.

Now don’t mind me while I go insane from listening Christmas music at an airport. 😭🔫

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"The history of villains is much more entertaining than that of heroes, because monsters are not born, they are created. They do not emerge from emptiness or darkness of their own accord, but are shaped by circumstances, by the wounds of the world around them. They reflect the depths of human pain, rejection, loneliness, misunderstanding. A hero is defined by his acts of bravery, but a villain is the result of a heart that was once pure and ended up corrupted. Monsters, in their tragedy, show us what could happen to us all, if the world were to turn its back on us." - A summary on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

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The story begins as an unknown figure (You, dear reader) facing in the first point of view, walking through a drafty, dark and gloomy place. It’s not any ordinary place that You have known, unfortunately it’s The Underworld. Hades’ domain that You have accidentally stumbled into and found Your way inside the God’s palace. As You roam the halls, dark open corridors at every turn, the palace felt like a labyrinth as You walked until You stumbled into a wide open room. A living room.

Despite knowing where You are. The strong crackling blue fire in an onyx stone fireplace seemed peaceful. The Greek styled furniture with some gothic hints decorated the space with luxurious couches, love seats and lounge chairs. A coffin shaped coffee table with a marble black counter with blue cracks was a few feet away from the fireplace in the center of the room. Underneath said coffee table is a large square rug in pomegranate red.

In one of the lounge chairs sat Hades himself, donning his usual chiton as his blue flaming hair flicked calmly with smoke billowing below at his feet and across the smooth cobblestone floor. His posture seems calm as his focus was on a book in one of his hands. And then within a second when You entered the room, his eyes averted at You and he closed the book calmly.

“Well, I’d never thought to see the day when a mere mortal nonchalantly enters *my* domain as if it’s their own house,” Hades speaks in a calm, polite voice as his attention was now on You. And he seemed rather amused as the God has a soft smile. “Now, butterscotch, tell me how You managed to bypass Cerberus without him treating You like a living chew toy?”

Well, you explain how you got there. Even though you can’t hear the sound of your own vocals speaking as you talked but Hades seemed to hear you. His face shifted from his soft amused look to one of concern and initiative when you finished your story. And you noticed his hair had small streaks of yellow and orange.

“I see, so you didn’t enter through *that* way,” Hades says with slight frustration, his suave tone sounded grumbling. “I keep telling the boys to make sure that they lock any exits from the Underworld, but apparently I have to make them check every exit now to keep any other mortals from entering my domain and making me look unprofessional.” Then lets out a groan of frustration and runs a hand over his face.

“But hey, while you’re here, you could just hang out with me for a while,” his smooth talk, polite, can-do attitude returned as he stood up and the book floated over to a bookshelf behind you by the entryway. Putting itself back in its slot.

You spoke again, not hearing the sound of your own voice but whatever you said seemed to annoy the God further and his hair turned mostly red. “What do you mean you want to leave!?!? You just got here and you want to go back!?!?”

He paused as you talked more. His hair turned yellow and Hades’ pinched the bridge of his nose. “I understand that the surface world is your home. I’m not trying to kidnap you or prevent you from leaving. But would it *kill* you mortals to spend time with a lonely deity who just wants some lively company who isn’t already, ya know, *dead*?”

You look at Hades, then down at the love seat beside you that was facing towards the God on the other side of the coffee table, then back at Hades. You reluctantly sat on the love seat which made Hades smirk, seeing you have decided to stay as his hair was back to blue.

“See, it’s not so bad here, isn’t it?” Hades asks as he summons a tea set. He handed you a teacup on a coaster with some kind of liquid inside. The cup and coaster has blue flames on a black background with white skulls in the flames. The handle has a gold finish. The teapot sitting on top of a pomegranate red pot holder on the coffee table has the same design as the cups.

“Relax, it’s not poisoned or laced with anything,” Hades reassured you as he takes a sip from his own cup. So you sip from it as well. You could taste the tea flavor with something fruity in it.

You then spoke to the God again, and in return, he gave you a “poker faced” annoyed look in return but his flames didn’t shift. “Okay, let me just give this to you straight, just because I am evil doesn’t mean it defines me as a whole, nor am I evil *all* the time. I can be *nice* if I want to be, including towards mortals on a whim. So *excuse me* for being so hospitable towards you, unless you want me to throw you in the Styx.”

You gave no response in return.

“That’s what I thought,” Hades says sounding satisfied and resumes drinking his tea. “But you know, the villainous life isn’t always black and white like many want you to believe. That someone who is evil is deemed untrustworthy or a monster, and those who associate themselves with us are also considered as one. Not denying it’s true completely but there are those that are evil who also have a sense of heart. Like me.” Then Hades snapped his fingers as if he had remembered something with a perked up grin on his face.

“Which reminds me of a story,” Hades continues as he sounds chipper. Summoning a book into his hand. “You mortals like stories, right?” You eagerly nod. “Good, and it’s even better since this is a *true* story that I was there to witness. Let me tell you a tale of self discovery, tragedy, envy, and deception.”

Hades faces the book towards you, showing you the pages as it starts to glow.

“But to start, let me take you back in time when the royal four were little children.”

TBC

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Hello everyone! Hope your Christmas break has been amazing. I’m finally restarting on a project that has been in development for years. And through so many ideas coming to me as well as going through life with this idea burning in my mind. It’s time that I actually rewrite it. The finished prologue will come out on Christmas Eve and the remaining chapters will release in June. I want to give you the whole story rather than waiting chapter by chapter for it to start. Love you everyone and hope you’re having a good holiday!

The August sun cast a golden sheen over the lush green meadows of the castle grounds, its warmth a welcome embrace as the day began. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of arrows hitting wooden targets, accompanied by the occasional whiny of horses and hoof beats.

Merida, her fiery hair flowing in the breeze, adjusted her bow with a determined smug. Angus, her loyal steed, stamped his hooves restlessly beneath her. "Alright, Angus, let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!" she encouraged, drawing her bowstring with a practiced ease.

Nearby, Mulan, dressed in her father’s armor with her hair up, expertly guided Khan through a series of precise maneuvers. “Remember, Khan, aim true and steady,” she said, her voice a calm contrast to the intensity of her focus. Khan snorted, nodding as if he understood perfectly.

Belle perched gracefully atop Phillipe, was engaged in a friendly competition with Raya. Instead of her normal white and blue dress, she was dressed in a rose-red archery outfit with yellow trims in the same shade as her princess dress.

“Belle, are you sure Phillipe is up for this?” Raya teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Tuk Tuk, her not-so-horsey companion, rolled beside the brunette.

Belle smiled, drawing another arrow. “Phillipe’s more than capable. It’s me you should worry about!”

Isabel, riding Gladiator, joined the banter with a laugh. “You all talk a good game, but I’m about to show you how it’s done!” She aimed and released an arrow with a confident flick of her wrist.

At that moment, Esmeralda rode into view, astride Achilles, Phoebus’s trusty steed. She offered a radiant smile as she expertly drew her bow, her normal attire replaced by an outfit similar to Belle’s but purple instead of green. “Sorry, I’m late, everyone. Achilles and I had to get in a bit of practice ourselves.”

The arrows whizzed through the air, each princess displaying their unique skills with each bow snapping. The sun-drenched morning was alive with a friendly rivalry. As each arrow struck its mark, laughter filled the air, mingling with the cheerful sounds of the kingdom waking up to a new day.

While the princesses continued their archery practice on horseback, a sudden burst of excitement and a shimmering flash of color drew their attention skyward. Princess Jasmine soared into view, standing effortlessly on the magic carpet, a mischievous grin on her face.

With a flourish, Jasmine produced a set of gleaming knives and began hurling them toward the wooden targets with precision. Each blade struck its mark with a satisfying thud, eliciting gasps of awe and a few chuckles from the other princesses.

Merida raised an eyebrow, her free hand resting on her hip. “Well, isn’t someone fancy? You do know we’re practicing archery, right?”

Jasmine laughed, twirling a knife in the air before catching it deftly. “I thought I’d add a little flair to the morning! Besides, it’s not like you all are using magic carpets. Try doing archery from up here!”

Mulan shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. “I think we’ll pass. I don’t see any carpets in the stables, after all.”

Belle joined in, a teasing glint in her eye. “You’re just trying to show off, Jasmine. We all know your real talent lies in making an entrance.”

Esmeralda, riding Achilles, chuckled as she observed Jasmine’s performance. “Well, Jasmine, if you keep this up, we might have to start calling you ‘The Queen of Aerial Arts.’ I’d love to see anyone else top this!”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, if you think you’re up for the challenge, I’d love to see you try archery on a magic carpet. Until then, I’ll keep my showmanship to myself.”

Isabel nudged Gladiator and laughed. “I don’t think any of us are brave enough to take you up on that. But for now, keep those knives coming. It’s not every day we get a front-row seat to your aerial acrobatics!”

With that, Jasmine executed a graceful spin, her magic carpet swirling beneath her as she continued her impressive display. The other princesses couldn’t help but cheer her on, their earlier competition forgotten in the face of such spectacular showmanship.

After a good hour of practice, the princesses guided their steeds into the stables, exchanging laughs and friendly jabs about who had the best aim. Jasmine's magic carpet hovered beside her as the group walked back to the castle.

“I see that your archery skills are getting better, Belle,” Raya compliments her as the group walks. Belle feels appreciated and a little bashful.

“Well, I do have the best teachers,” Belle compliments Raya. “You and Ms.-hero-of-China here.” Which causes laughter between the two. “But mostly I wonder what Tiana, Cinderella, and Aurora are cooking up for lunch,” Belle mused, wiping sweat from her brow. “After all, this practice sure works up an appetite.”

“Maybe something with a bit of spice,” Esmeralda suggested, “considering Tiana’s knack for amazing dishes.”

As they rounded a corner, a sudden swirl of dark smoke materialized in front of them, revealing Hades, the god of the underworld. He clapped his hands together in exaggerated applause, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Bravo, ladies! Bravo! I have to say, I’ve never seen archery quite like that,” Hades said, his fiery head flames flickering with amusement.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Mulan said, raising an eyebrow. “What brings you here, Hades?”

Hades shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening. “Oh, just thought I’d check out the local entertainment. The underworld’s running itself, so I had a bit of free time. And let’s be honest, watching you all was way more fun than managing the endless torments.”

Isabel, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, stepped forward. “Why were you specifically watching us? And don’t you have an underworld to run?”

Hades flicked a hand dismissively. “Like I said, the underworld mostly runs itself, you know. I came to see how our newest recruit was faring.” His gaze rested on Isabel. “I noticed you weren’t in the villain’s lair this morning. Thought I’d see what’s going on.”

Isabel looked puzzled by Hades’s comment. “Recruitment? But I’m not evil like the rest of you,” she says honestly to clarify. “Sure I helped save you and the other villains from being under a curse for so long as well as saved the Disneyverse and reality from the destruction of two witches, not single-handedly of course. Both you and Maleficent even offered me a place to sleep in the lair so I didn’t have to stay in the Haunted Mansion anymore.”

Hades chuckled, the flames on his head crackling. “Well, Isabel, the villain’s league has a very flexible definition of what makes someone part of their team. It’s not all about being wicked. Sometimes, it’s just about finding people who can bring a bit of unexpected flair. And you, my dear, have certainly brought that.”

Esmeralda nudged Isabel gently. “Looks like you’ve made quite the impression after all these months.”

Isabel gave a wry smile. “I guess so,” she shrugs. “Though I must admit, it’s a bit strange having you all so interested in me even though I’m Mickey and Minnie’s adopted daughter.” She says towards the God.

Hades gave a theatrical bow. “All part of the fun! And don’t worry, we know to keep an eye out for you for Merlin’s worried sake. After all, who knows when you might be needed to shake things up a bit?”

“All I have been doing is cooking breakfast and making tea for the villains as well as keeping the place clean,” Isabel admits. “Also I wasn’t expecting you to come watch us, I didn’t want you to see me all sweaty and oily from practice today.”

“First off, greatly appreciated. Second, you already know why. Third, you’re mortal. I’m not gonna judge you or be disgusted by your sweat, it’s a normal thing for mortal skin.” Hades says in a casual nonchalant tone. “Besides that, hello ladies. It’s been a long time since we truly saw each other face to face since the good ol’ House of Mouse days.” Referred to Belle, Mulan, Esmeralda, and Jasmine before turning to the two new princesses.

“Merida, I presume? Pixar’s Princess,” Hades says to the Scottish redhead. Merida slightly blushes but keeps a bold attitude.

“Aye, that’s me!” She says proudly with a cute little curtsy. “It’s nice to meet you, you’re, um… godliness?!?!” Sounding unsure how to title the Greek god. But she received an amused chuckle from him.

“Lord Hades,” the god politely corrects her and turns his attention to Raya. “And you’re the new princess in the lineup, right? Raya? I saw you during the Once Upon a Studio bit.”

“Yes, I’m Princess Raya,” she says politely, but it is quite awkward how to talk to a deity. “Nice to meet you, Hades. And you’re quite taller than I imagined you to be when Meg talked about you.” The other girls snicker in amusement, even Hades was amused as well.

“Oh really?! I’m glad Ms. Nutmeg still talks about me after all these years,” Hades chuckles with a smile, but decides to not get sidetracked. “Also isn’t there another new princess with an ‘M’? Wow, the company is killing it with the ‘M’ names.”

“That would be Moana. And we now have a new princess, Asha, she’s not official yet but hopefully, someday she will be,” Belle informs Hades.

“And we will welcome her just like the others, official or not,” Jasmine says sweetly.

“Then would it be okay if I tagged along to meet them?” Hades asks curiously. “It’s not every day where a villain hangs out with a group of princesses.”

The princesses didn’t know whether or not to let him or if it was okay since heroes and villains usually stay separated. Back then they would mingle, but as time passed with new movies and characters, they had grown distant.

Looked around at each other of who should say something for determination. But Isabel shrugs. “I see why not, and if Merlin or Yen Sid have a problem with it, they can bite me for all I care. Besides, it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, you’re just joining us to hang out and talk.”

“True,” Hades agrees. “And I’ll be a good “widdle villain” if it keeps those two from getting a knot in their beards for me just being there.”

“But what about the other villains? Would they be okay with it too?” Jasmine asks Hades curiously, to which the god also shrugs. “They can bite me too.” Which caused the girls to lightly laugh.

“Alright, you can come hang with us as long as there’s no funny business,” Mulan says nicely. “I’m sure the other princesses have missed seeing you too.”

“Mostly I hope Meg is there. It’s been a while since I have seen her when she started dating Hercules,” Hades admits. “It would be nice if we could catch up.”

*Meanwhile*

In a mini castle secluded from Disneytopia’s main one. The Disney Princesses would be in there to hang out with each other including the non-officials. Currently, in a room secluded from the others’ activities in the main room, Asha was being mentored by Elsa and Elena. She’s also being mentored by The Fairy Godmother since she is one in training, but she was away helping Yen Sid.

Currently, the two older females are helping Asha to learn how to use magic. A stool stood a few feet away from them with a red apple on a plate sitting on top of it. As Asha held her wand firmly, she patiently took her time taking calm, patient measured breaths with her eyes shut. Then Asha opened her eyes, pointing and aiming her wand at the apple.

“Make it green!” She declared. A burst of magic left her wand and hit the apple… only to turn it into a lime much to Asha’s disappointment. Asha sighs in exasperation. “Well, at least you somewhat got it,” Elena says to try to encourage her.

“But I wanted the apple to turn green, not into a different fruit,” Asha explains then gently puts her free hand on her face. “This magic stuff is so hard.”

“And it is,” Elsa agrees with her, comforting her as well with reassurance. “Sometimes magic isn’t an easy start for some people.”

“Oh really?” Asha asks with slight skepticism, moving her hand to look at Fifth Spirit. “Aren’t you the one that made an ice castle under one musical number?” Making Elena giggle because Asha just called Elsa out.

“Um, well, about that,” Elsa says nervously but the door to the room entered and Mirabel came in abruptly.

“I apologize for interrupting anything but Princess Tiana says that breakfast will be ready soon,” the Colombian “princess” politely informs the three. But she notices Asha looking distressed and upset. Mirabel then becomes worried, her sisterly instincts kick in and she enters the room. “Are you okay, Asha?” She asks her in concern.

“Yes and no,” Asha admits with an undertone of frustration. “Just having issues learning magic, it’s harder than it looks.” Then directs toward the apple-turned-lime, sounding a little frantic. “I can’t even change a fruit’s color without it changing entirely.”

“Okay, deep breaths Asha,” Mirabel says sweetly and calmly holds Asha’s free hand. “Here’s some advice from someone in her family who isn’t magically gifted,” Mirabel tells her as she comforts Asha with a calming voice. “You need to let your mind and emotions relax and have patience with yourself and your pacing. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself mentally by worrying and straining your thoughts if you’re doing something right or not.”

Then Mirabel began the story. “When me and my sister Luisa were little, my mama told us the time when Isabela was young and learning how to use her gift. She was so impatient and stressed herself so much that she accidentally created a floral overgrowth in Encanto. She got so worried that Abuela and my mother would be so mad,” Mirabel could see that her story was cheering Asha up.

“Thankfully they were both understanding,” Mirabel continued her story. “Mom was comforting and Abuela says that Isabela made Encanto a lot more colorful that day. But my mama gave my sister some wisdom of her own: like a plant, she must give her blessing time and patience to be neutered and grow. And just like when a rose grows, she will blossom like her blessing and will create wonderful things with it.”

“So, from your story, I must allow my magic to be controlled naturally rather than force. With patience rather than straining myself and putting too much pressure on myself from my expectations?” Asha asks the Colombian.

“Yes, that’s one way to put it,” Mirabel says and picks up the lime. “Eventually you’ll get the hang of it. Accidents come with learning, eventually, you’ll figure out your flow with magic.”

Asha smiles, then points and aims her wand at the lime. Magic shoots out and turns the lime back into an apple, a green one. The girls erupt into a cheer for Asha, a moment of celebration she got it right.

But then the apple multiplies itself into many which causes Mirabel to hurriedly try to collect the fallen fruit. So Asha, Elena, and Elsa pick up the fruit on the ground. “I did not intend for this to happen. I wanted the apple to cut itself into slices, not multiply itself.”

“It’s okay, Asha. Besides, you can do a lot of things with apples,” Elena reassured her nicely.

“Sometimes accidents have their silver lining,” Elsa adds to Elena’s statement. “Including in magic.”

“Well, at least we have enough apples to make an apple pie,” Asha says as she looks at the brighter side. “Tiana will be thrilled.” Then she looks around the room and sees a vase, using her wand, she turns it into a basket to put the apples into, hoping that the vase isn’t an expensive one.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen,” Mirabel says as she takes the full basket from Asha. “Tiana’s going to have a field day with these.” Then she leaves the room. Asha carefully tucks away her wand in a pocket hidden inside her sleeve.

“So Elsa, you haven’t answered my question,” Asha gently prods the snow queen.

“I blame the Disney executives for making my powers look easy,” Elsa explains casually. Elena chuckles humorously before adding her input. “Makes sense, if you had more time like a TV show to develop your powers rather than a few hours, they wouldn’t have to “Mary Sue” you a bit to make the plot go by faster.”

“That’s true,” Asha admits, sounding reasoned by their responses, before pondering. “Makes me wonder how Wish would have turned out if it was a TV show too instead of a movie.”

Then they heard a startled scream and immediately they left the room. What they saw was every princess/queen, except Cinderella, Aurora, Tiana, and Mirabel, looking at the entryway in shock. Princess Eilonwy, Vanellope, and Sofia alongside Alice huddled close to Kida as the Atlantean Queen protected them.

In the entryway stood Hades alongside Belle, Isabel, Merida, Esmeralda, Jasmine, Raya, and Mulan.

“Relax Eilonwy, I’m not gonna take you to the lich if that’s what you’re worried about,” Hades says in annoyance from her scream. “Honestly he’s not a fan of me either so I don’t bother with that guy.”

They couldn’t help but hear ex-Princess Giselle from Andalasia ask Isabel if Hades being here was a good idea. Isabel says she allows it but if Merlin or Yen Sid found out, she didn’t care.

“Who is that?” Asha whispered to Elsa in concern as she leaned a bit toward her, but before the Fifth Spirit answered, the God approached them.

“And you must be Asha!” He says politely. “The name’s Hades, lord of the underworld,” he introduced himself as he held out his hand, to which Asha politely shook it.

“Nice to meet you too but how do you know my name and who I am?” She asks the God in curiosity.

“I saw your film, and I want to give my condolences on your box office failure. The company seems to be slacking on effort and not making good movies like they used to,” Hades tells her. “Take my movie for example, I had many people auditioning to voice me with the same idea in mind: dark, deep, and rumbling. But it took one guy, one different voice that changed everything; my character design, my personality, as well as flipping the script on its head. And I have to admit, watching your movie made me cringe so hard that I wanted to throw it in the deepest darkest parts of Tartarus.”

Then recollection came over Asha, remembering his face now as she sheepishly tucked a strand of her cornrow hair behind her ear from just talking to him. “Oh right, I remember you, Once Upon a Studio. But yes, I don’t blame you, for a movie that was supposed to be a celebration of one hundred years, it fell quite hard on its face,” she admits in embarrassment.

“It could be worse. At least your movie doesn’t have a direct-to-DVD sequel, a TV show, and/or a live-action remake,” Snow pipes up with a slight tinge of annoyance. Hades groans in frustration as he looks at the first princess. “Did you have to bring that one up, Snow?” He asks her before summoning a Greek-styled couch and sitting on it.

The room itself was spacious enough for the couch, despite there already having furniture, designed exactly like the princess’s dressing room from Ralph Breaks the Internet but much larger and with windows as well as hot pink curtains.

“I wouldn’t have to if such things didn’t exist in the first place. Yet sadly they do,” Snow says in honesty, still sounding annoyed.

“I know what you mean, eight years after my film’s release, I’m getting both a sequel and a live-action adaptation,” Moana agrees with Snow White.

Asha looked confused. This is understandable since she’s only eight months into her existence since her movie debut. “What do you mean by that, Snow?” She then asks the fairest princess.

“Well, in the early 90’s. Disney was struggling with competition in the movie industry. With the success of the Winnie the Pooh TV series along with The Little Mermaid and its TV series with Aladdin’s success. They made the first straight-to-DVD movie; Aladdin: Return of Jafar.” Snow explained. “A cheaper movie made which became successful and started a long series of these kinds of movies for over a decade.”

“Yeah, I remember Hook being pissed off about them. Although he was happy that he got one and it was released in theaters, it still didn’t stop his complaining that Michael Eisner was poisoning the company,” Hades chuckles, remembering what happened in the early 2000s.

“He was happy when Princess and the Frog came out but started to become stingy with the CGI. Then when the live-action remakes started coming out along with Frozen 2 and other sequel films planned, the company had relit the fuse to his rage that was snuffed out long ago. And now his anger has resurfaced, saying things like ‘has this company had learned nothing from Eisner’ and ‘if the king was still alive, he would have had none of this’. He said the last bit in the past but it’s still funny that he held that grudge.”

“He was always protective of the king’s vision before his passing. Sadly the company doesn’t seem to care about Walt’s choice of the no sequel rule. Nor the people that helped shape it since numbers of animators are being let go left and right,” Snow says sympathetically. “Nor do they care about us, we’re nothing but marketing tools for them instead of just people.”

Then Snow starts crying a little, she was the first character the king accidentally brought to life in the real world. And the first to be close to the king himself. It was sad that the kingdom that was originally built for joy, fun and entertainment was now a money monarchy compared to the vision that Walt truly wanted kids and adults to have.

Before anything else was said, the door to the kitchen was opened by Mirabel. Out came Cinderella holding three waiter trays with many plates and bowls on top of them. One tray on top of each hand and one on top of her head.

“Let me help you out with that,” Anna says politely and gently takes the tray from on top of Cinderella’s head.

“Thank you, Anna. Be careful, the contents are hot and the plates are heavy,” Cinderella informs her. Then the two placed the trays on the coffee table as Aurora and Tiana carried two trays in each of their hands but Tiana had a third tray on her head as well. But this time, Elsa takes it instead of her sister.

“I don’t know how you and Cinderella can do that without knocking the tray over,” Elsa says in astonishment.

“When you’re living the hard knock life, you got to learn skills to do things that you couldn’t do before. Besides, it strengthens the muscles in the neck and you learn how to balance with patience,” Tiana tells the ice queen.

The princesses took their breakfast dishes from each tray and sat on the furniture to eat. And Anna was reluctant to help Tiana collect the carrying trays. The remaining plates that weren’t taken had Tiana’s stuffed beignets with either fruit or hazelnut chocolate spread or pudding.

“Hello Hades,” Cinderella says politely as she now acknowledges the God in the room with Aurora and Tiana following suit. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to see the new princesses, somewhat using it as an excuse to not go back to my job even if the underworld runs itself,” Hades explains nonchalantly.

“Then do you want me to make you something? You can help yourself to some of the beignets I’ve made?” Tiana politely asks.

“Oh, you don’t have to, princess,” Hades insists nicely. “I’ll gladly take the beignets.”

The moment was peaceful as she and the other princesses ate together with Hades. As she smiled on the inside while filling her mouth, Isabel felt happy to make Hades feel welcome in the most unexpected places he’d never thought he would be.

Hades summoned a metal plate and a pair of reusable chopsticks. He saw Mulan use her chopsticks to grab a beignet and place it on top of her bowl of congee, so he decided to do the same. Sure, levitation is an option but for once he decided to do something humane and normal.

“So, Hades, have you and the others met King Magnifico?” Asha asks curiously.

“Not yet,” Hades says casually, leaning back on the furniture comfortably before taking a bite of beignet.

“They have been putting it off for a while,” Isabel adds as she gets comfortable sitting between Ariel and Rapunzel. “With the reconstruction of the Villain’s Lair that got destroyed, and Hook being Hook, they haven’t gotten around to it.” Asha then gives Isabel a confused look at the last bit, so Isabel explains.

“He’s protective of the kingdom that Walt build as we mentioned prior. The day that we watched your film, aside from how bad we cringed and with Hook’s banter, he seemed worried about King Magnifico. Sitting on the fence, believing every man deserves a chance but at the same time, King Magnifico is different than the others. He is royalty with sorcery, and a human.”

“And?” Asha says as she doesn’t understand what the deal was. “What’s wrong with that?”

“What Isabel is saying that none of us had a life like King Magnifico’s,” Hades explains as she now takes over for Isabel. “Those of us gifted with powers or not, like moi, were often shunned from society and treated as an outcast or a demonic evil figure. And those that do have magic aren’t human, or aren’t human anymore in Jafar’s case. So to see a normal human man wielding magic and ruling a kingdom while being beloved by his own society, then immediately going crazy because of you, Asha, and try to regain control over the kingdom by force. It raised a lot of red flags for us, because none of the recent CGI villains had gave us any issues until we saw him.”

“So, you’re afraid that he might do the same to you guys?” Asha then asks curiously.

Hades lightly chuckles. “Not afraid, just avoiding unnecessary casualties. But today is the day that we finally introduce King Magnifico to our ranks. We have decided that it would be best to get it over with rather than it never happening and making him feel outcasted from us like he doesn’t belong.”

“Just be careful and don’t do what I did,” Asha confesses. “If I had known what he would be capable of after opening myself to him, I wouldn’t have told him anything just to protect my family.”

“Thanks for the advice but we’re not very touchy-feely like that. Sure we developed a sense of trust within our group and to be open to each other, but not like this,” Hades confesses as he gestures to the many females in the room. “We’re not that open to the new people.”

Which Isabel nodded in confirmation. The villains aren’t very mushy with their feelings compared to the Princesses. They prefer to be open to those that they trust and are close with but they do keep their privacy of thoughts and feelings until they decide to share.

After breakfast, Isabel took a shower and changed into regular clothes. As she and Hades were about to walk out, Isabel’s foster siblings, Rachel and Kairi, entered. They were surprised to see Hades with the princesses.

“Isabel J. Mouse!” Rachel exclaims which Isabel smiles in response.

“Hey Rachel! Hi Kairi! We were just leaving, bye!” Isabel says hurriedly, giving her foster siblings a hug before they left.

“She’s a nutcase,” Kairi laughs which Rachel just nods.

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Hey everyone, this story took a longer time to produce. A previous project had taken up a lot of my time which made me have to rethink my story plans if I don’t want to exhaust myself and give myself writer’s block faster. 🫣

But I have more stories planned for September and October. I just hope work, procrastination and life doesn’t kick my ass about it. Because I want Part Two to be longer and include the villains.

Love you guys! 🫶

The August sun cast a golden sheen over the lush green meadows of the castle grounds, its warmth a welcome embrace as the day began. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of arrows hitting wooden targets, accompanied by the occasional whinny of horses and hoof beats.

Merida, her fiery hair flowing in the breeze, adjusted her bow with a determined smug. Angus, her loyal steed, stamped his hooves restlessly beneath her. "Alright, Angus, let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!" she encouraged, drawing her bowstring with a practiced ease.

Nearby, Mulan, dressed in her father’s armor with her hair up, expertly guided Khan through a series of precise maneuvers. “Remember, Khan, aim true and steady,” she said, her voice a calm contrast to the intensity of her focus. Khan snorted, nodding as if he understood perfectly.

Belle, perched gracefully atop Phillipe, was engaged in a friendly competition with Raya. Instead of her normal white and blue dress, she was dressed in a rose red archery outfit with yellow trims in the same shade of her princess dress.

“Belle, are you sure Phillipe is up for this?” Raya teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Tuk Tuk, her not-so-horsey companion, rolled beside the brunette.

Belle smiled, drawing another arrow. “Phillipe’s more than capable. It’s me you should worry about!”

Isabel, riding Gladiator, joined the banter with a laugh. “You all talk a good game, but I’m about to show you how it’s done!” She aimed and released an arrow with a confident flick of her wrist.

At that moment, Esmeralda rode into view, astride Achilles, Phoebus’s trusty steed. She offered a radiant smile as she expertly drew her bow, her normal attire replaced by an outfit similar to Belle’s but purple instead of green. “Sorry I’m late, everyone. Achilles and I had to get in a bit of practice ourselves.”

The arrows whizzed through the air, each princess displaying their unique skills with each bow snapping. The sun-drenched morning was alive with friendly rivalry. As each arrow struck its mark, laughter filled the air, mingling with the cheerful sounds of the kingdom waking up to a new day.

While the princesses continued their archery practice on horseback, a sudden burst of excitement and a shimmering flash of color drew their attention skyward. Princess Jasmine soared into view, standing effortlessly on the magic carpet, a mischievous grin on her face.

With a flourish, Jasmine produced a set of gleaming knives and began hurling them toward the wooden targets with precision. Each blade struck its mark with a satisfying thud, eliciting gasps of awe and a few chuckles from the other princesses.

Merida raised an eyebrow, her free hand resting on her hip. “Well, isn’t someone fancy. You do know we’re practicing archery, right?”

Jasmine laughed, twirling a knife in the air before catching it deftly. “I thought I’d add a little flair to the morning! Besides, it’s not like you all are using magic carpets. Try doing archery from up here!”

Mulan shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. “I think we’ll pass. I don’t see any carpets in the stables, after all.”

Belle joined in, a teasing glint in her eye. “You’re just trying to show off, Jasmine. We all know your real talent lies in making an entrance.”

Esmeralda, riding Achilles, chuckled as she observed Jasmine’s performance. “Well, Jasmine, if you keep this up, we might have to start calling you ‘The Queen of Aerial Arts.’ I’d love to see anyone else top this!”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, if you think you’re up for the challenge, I’d love to see you try archery from a magic carpet. Until then, I’ll keep my showmanship to myself.”

Isabel nudged Gladiator and laughed. “I don’t think any of us are brave enough to take you up on that. But for now, keep those knives coming. It’s not every day we get a front-row seat to your aerial acrobatics!”

With that, Jasmine executed a graceful spin, her magic carpet swirling beneath her as she continued her impressive display. The other princesses couldn’t help but cheer her on, their earlier competition forgotten in the face of such spectacular showmanship.

After a good hour of practice, the princesses guided their steeds into the stables, exchanging laughs and friendly jabs about who had the best aim. Jasmine's magic carpet hovered beside her as the group walked back to the castle.

“I see that your archery skills are getting better, Belle,” Raya compliments her as the group walks. Which Belle feels appreciated and a little bashful.

“Well, I do have the best teachers,” Belle compliments Raya. “You and Ms-hero-of-China here.” Which causes laughter between the two. “But mostly I wonder what Tiana, Cinderella, and Aurora are cooking up for lunch,” Belle mused, wiping sweat from her brow. “After all, this practice sure works up an appetite.”

“Maybe something with a bit of spice,” Esmeralda suggested, “considering Tiana’s knack for amazing dishes.”

As they rounded a corner, a sudden swirl of dark smoke materialized in front of them, revealing Hades, the god of the underworld. He clapped his hands together in exaggerated applause, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Bravo, ladies! Bravo! I have to say, I’ve never seen archery quite like that,” Hades said, his fiery head flames flickering with amusement.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Mulan said, raising an eyebrow. “What brings you here, Hades?”

Hades shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening. “Oh, just thought I’d check out the local entertainment. The underworld’s running itself, so I had a bit of free time. And let’s be honest, watching you all was way more fun than managing the endless torments.”

Isabel, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, stepped forward. “Why were you specifically watching us? And don’t you have an underworld to run?”

Hades flicked a hand dismissively. “Like I said, the underworld mostly runs itself, you know. I came to see how our newest recruit was faring.” His gaze rested on Isabel. “I noticed you weren’t in the villain’s lair this morning. Thought I’d see what’s going on.”

Isabel looked puzzled from Hades’s comment. “Recruitment? But I’m not evil like the rest of you,” she says honestly to clarify. “Sure I helped save you and the other villains from being under a curse for so long as well as saved the Disneyverse and reality from destruction of two witches, not single handedly of course. Both you and Maleficent even offered me a place to sleep in the lair so I didn’t have to stay in the Haunted Mansion anymore.”

Hades chuckled, the flames on his head crackling. “Well, Isabel, the villains’ league has a very flexible definition of what makes someone part of their team. It’s not all about being wicked. Sometimes, it’s just about finding people who can bring a bit of unexpected flair. And you, my dear, have certainly brought that.”

Esmeralda nudged Isabel gently. “Looks like you’ve made quite the impression after all these months.”

Isabel gave a wry smile. “I guess so,” she shrugs. “Though, I must admit, it’s a bit strange having you all so interested in me even though I’m Mickey and Minnie’s adopted daughter.” She says towards the God.

Hades gave a theatrical bow. “All part of the fun! And don’t worry, we know to keep an eye out for you for Merlin’s worried sake. After all, who knows when you might be needed to shake things up a bit?”

“All I have been doing is cooking breakfast and making tea for the villains as well as keeping the place clean,” Isabel admits. “Also I wasn’t expecting you to come watch us, I didn’t want you to see me all sweaty and oily from practice today.”

“First off, greatly appreciated. Second, you already know why. Third, you’re mortal. I’m not gonna judge you or be disgusted by your sweat, it’s a normal thing for mortal skin.” Hades says in a casual nonchalant tone. “Besides that, hello ladies. It’s been a long time we truly saw each other face to face since the good ol’ House of Mouse days.” Referring to Belle, Mulan, Esmeralda and Jasmine before turning to the two new princess.

“Merida, I presume? Pixar’s Princess,” Hades says to the Scottish red head. Merida slightly blushes but keeps a bold attitude.

“Aye, that’s me!” She says proudly with a little curtsy. “It’s nice to meet you, you’re, um… godliness?!?!” Sounding unsure how to title the Greek god. But she received an amused chuckle from him.

“Lord Hades,” the god politely corrects her and turns his attention to Raya. “And you’re the new princess in the lineup, right? Raya? I saw you during the Once Upon a Studio bit.”

“Yes, I’m princess Raya,” she says politely, but was quite awkward how to talk to a deity. “Nice to meet you, Hades. And you’re quite taller than I imagined you to be when Meg talked about you.” The other girls snickers in amusement, even Hades was amused as well.

“Oh really?! I’m glad Ms. Nutmeg still talks about me after all these years,” Hades chuckles with a smile, but decides to not get sidetracked. “Also isn’t there another new princess with an ‘M’? Wow, the company is really killing it with the ‘M’ names.”

“That would be Moana. And we now have a new princess, Asha, she’s not official yet but hopefully someday she will be,” Belle informs Hades.

“And we will welcome her just like the others, official or not,” Jasmine says sweetly.

“Then would it be okay I tagged along to meet them?” Hades asks curiously. “It’s not everyday where a villain hangs out with a group of princesses.”

The princesses didn’t know whether or not to let him nor if it was okay since heroes and villains usually stay separated. Looking around at each other of who should say something for determination. But Isabel shrugs. “I see why not, and if Merlin or Yen Sid have a problem with it, they can bite me for all I care. Besides, it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, you’re just joining us to hang out and talk.”

“True,” Hades agrees. “And I’ll be a good widdle vwillain if it keeps those two from getting a knot in their beards for me just being there.”

“But what about the other villains? Would they be okay with it too?” Jasmine asks Hades, to which the god also shrugs. “They can bite me too.” Which caused the girls to lightly laugh.

“Alright, you can come hang with us as long as there’s no funny business,” Mulan says nicely. “I’m sure the other princesses have missed seeing you too.”

“Mostly I hope Meg is there. It’s been a while since I have seen her since she started dating Hercules,” Hades admits. “It would be nice if we could catch up.”

*Meanwhile*

In a mini castle secluded from Disneytopia’s main one. The Disney Princesses would be in there to hang out with each other including the non-officials. Currently in a room secluded from the others’ activities in the main room, Asha was being mentored by Elsa and Elena. She’s also being mentored by The Fairy Godmother since she is one in training, but she was away helping Yen Sid.

Currently the two older females were helping Asha to learn how to use magic. A stool stood a few feet away from them with a red apple on a plate sitting on top of it. As Asha held her wand firmly, she patiently took her time taking calm, patient measured breaths with her eyes shut. Then Asha opened her eyes, pointing and aiming her wand onto the apple.

“Make it green!” She declared. A burst of magic left her wand and hit the apple… only to turn it into a lime much to Asha’s disappointment. Asha sighs in exasperation. “Well, at least you somewhat got it,” Elena says to try to encourage her.

“But I wanted the apple to turn green, not into a different fruit,” Asha explains then gently puts her free hand on her face. “This magic stuff is so hard.”

“And it is,” Elsa agrees with her, comforting her as well with reassurance. “Sometimes magic isn’t an easy start for some people.”

“Oh really?” Asha asks with slight skepticism, moving her hand to look at Fifth Spirit. “Aren’t you the one that made an ice castle under one musical number?” Making Elena giggle because Asha just called Elsa out.

“Um, well, about that,” Elsa says nervously but the door to the room entered and Mirabel came in abruptly.

“I apologize for interrupting anything but Princess Tiana says that breakfast will be ready soon,” the Colombian “princess” politely informs the three. But she notices Asha looking distressed and upset. Mirabel then becomes worried and her sisterly instincts kick in and she enters the room. “Are you okay, Asha?” She asks her in concern.

“Yes and no,” Asha admits. “Just having issues learning magic, it’s harder than it looks.” Then directs towards the apple turned lime, sounding a little frantic. “I can’t even change a fruit’s color without it changing entirely.”

“Okay, deep breaths Asha,” Mirabel says and calmly holds Asha’s free hand. “Here’s some advice from someone in her family who isn’t magically gifted,” Mirabel tells her as she comforts Asha with a calming voice. “You need to let your mind and emotions relax and have patience with yourself and your pacing. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself mentally by worrying and straining your thoughts if you’re doing something right or not.”

Then Mirabel began the story. “When me and my sister Luisa were little, my mama told us the time when Isabela was young and learning how to use her gift. She was so impatient and stressed herself so much that she accidentally created a floral overgrowth in Encanto. She got so worried that Abuela and my mother would be so mad,” Mirabel could see that her story was cheering Asha up.

“Thankfully they were both understanding,” Mirabel continued her story. “Mom was comforting and Abuela says that Isabela made Encanto a lot more colorful that day. But my mama gave my sister some wisdom of her own: like a plant, she must give her blessing time and patience to be neutered and grow. And just like when a rose grows, she will blossom like her blessing and will create wonderful things with it.”

“So, from your story, I must allow my magic to be controlled naturally rather than force. With patience rather than straining myself and putting too much pressure on myself from my expectations?” Asha asks the Colombian.

“Yes, that’s one way to put it,” Mirabel says and picks up the lime. “Eventually you’ll get the hang of it. Accidents come with learning, eventually you’ll figure out your flow with magic.”

Asha smiles, then points and aims her wand at the lime. Magic shoots out and turns the lime back into an apple, a green one. The girls erupt into cheer for Asha, a moment of celebration she got it right.

But then the apple multiplies itself into many which caused Mirabel to hurriedly try to collect the fallen fruit. So Asha, Elena and Elsa pick up the fruit on the ground. “I did not intend for this to happen. I wanted the apple to cut itself into slices, not multiply itself.”

“It’s okay, Asha. Besides, you can do a lot of things with apples,” Elena reassured her.

“Sometimes accidents have their own silver lining,” Elsa adds to Elena’s statement. “Including in magic.”

“Well, at least we have enough apples to make an apple pie,” Asha says as she looks at the brighter side. “Tiana will definitely be thrilled.” Then she looks around the room and sees a vase, using her wand, she turns it into a basket to put the apples into. While hoping that vase isn’t an expensive one.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen,” Mirabel says as she takes the full basket from Asha. “Tiana’s going to have a field day with these.” Then she leaves the room. Asha carefully tucks away her wand in a pocket hidden inside her sleeve.

“So Elsa, you haven’t answered my question,” Asha gently prods the snow queen.

“I blame the Disney executives for making my powers look easy,” Elsa explains casually. Elena chuckles humorously before adding her input. “Makes sense, if you had more time like a tv show to develop your powers rather than a few hours, they wouldn’t have to “Mary Sue” you a bit to make the plot go by faster.”

“That’s true,” Asha admits, sounding reasoned by their responses, before pondering. “Makes me wonder how Wish would have turned out if it was a tv show too instead of a movie.”

Then they hear a startled scream and immediately they left the room. What they saw was every princess/queen, except Cinderella, Aurora, Tiana and Mirabel, looking at the entryway in shock. Princess Eilonwy, Vanellope and Sofia alongside Alice huddled close to Kida as the Atlantean Queen protects them.

In the entryway stood Hades alongside Belle, Isabel, Merida, Esmeralda, Jasmine, Raya and Mulan.

“Relax Eilonwy, I’m not gonna take you to the lich if that’s what you’re worried about,” Hades says in annoyance from her scream. “Honestly he’s not a fan of me either so I don’t bother with that guy.”

They couldn’t help but hear ex-Princess Giselle from Andalasia ask Isabel if Hades being here was a good idea. Isabel says she allows it but if Merlin or Yen Sid found out, she didn’t care.

“Who is that?” Asha whispered to Elsa in concern as she leans a bit to her, but before the Fifth Spirit answered, the God approached them.

“And you must be Asha!” He says politely. “The name’s Hades, lord of the underworld,” he introduces himself as he held out his hand, to which Asha politely shook it.

“Nice to meet you too but how do you know my name and who I am?” She asks the God in curiosity.

“I saw your film, and I want to give my condolences on your box office failure. The company seems to be slacking on effort and not making good movies like they used to,” Hades tells her. “Take my movie for example, I had many people auditioning to voice me with the same idea in mind: dark, deep and rumbling. But it took one guy, one different voice that changed everything; my character design, my personality, as well as flipping the script on its head. And I have to admit, watching your movie made me cringe so hard that I wanted to throw it in the deepest darkest parts of Tartarus.”

Then recollection came over Asha, remembering his face now as she sheepishly tucked a strand of her cornrow hair behind her ear from just talking to him. “Oh right, I remember you, Once Upon a Studio. But yes, I don’t blame you, for a movie that was supposed to be a celebration of one hundred years, it fell quite hard on its face,” she admits in embarrassment.

“It could be worse. At least your movie doesn’t have a direct to dvd sequel, a tv show and/or a live action remake,” Snow pipes up with a slight tinge of annoyance. Hades groans in frustration as he looks at the first princess. “Did you really have to bring that one up, Snow?” He asks her before summoning a Greek styled couch and sat on it.

The room itself was spacious enough for the couch, despite there already having furniture, designed exactly like the princess’s dressing room from Ralph Breaks the Internet but much larger and with windows as well as hot pink curtains.

“I wouldn’t have to if such things didn’t exist in the first place. Yet sadly they do,” Snow says in honesty, still sounding annoyed.

“I know what you mean, eight years after my film’s release, I’m getting both a sequel and a live action adaptation,” Moana agrees with Snow White.

Asha looked confused. Which is understandable since she’s only eight months into her existence since her movie debut. “What do you mean by that, Snow?” She then asks the fairest princess.

“Well, in the early 90’s. Disney was struggling with competition in the movie industry. With the success of the Winnie the Pooh tv series along with The Little Mermaid and its tv series with Aladdin’s success. They made the first straight to dvd movie; Aladdin: Return of Jafar.” Snow explained. “A cheaper movie made which became successful and started a long series of these kinds of movies for over a decade.”

“Yeah, I remember Hook being pissed off about them. Although he was happy that he got one and it was released in theaters, it still didn’t stop his complaining that Michael Eisner was poisoning the company,” Hades chuckles, remembering what happened in the early 2000’s. “He was happy when Princess and the Frog came out but started to become stingy with the CGI. Then when the live action remakes started coming out along with Frozen 2 and other sequel films planned, the company had relit the fuse to his rage that was snuffed out long ago. And now is anger has resurfaced, saying things like ‘has this company had learned nothing from Eisner’ and ‘if the king was still alive, he would have had none of this’. He said the last bit before in the past but it’s still funny that he held that grudge.”

“He was always protective of the king’s vision before his passing. Sadly the company doesn’t seem to care about Walt’s choice of the no sequel rule. Nor the people that helped shape it since numbers of animators are being let go left and right,” Snow says sympathetically. “Nor do they care about us, we’re nothing but marketing tools for them instead of just people.”

Then Snow starts crying a little, she was the first character the king accidentally brought to life in the real world. It was sad that the kingdom that was built was now being a money monarchy compared to the fun and entertainment that Walt truly wanted kids and adults to have.

Before anything else was said, the door to the kitchen was opened by Mirabel. Out came Cinderella holding three waiter trays with many plates and bowls on top of them. One tray on top of each hand and one on top of her head.

“Let me help you out with that,” Anna says politely and gently takes the tray from on top of Cinderella’s head.

“Thank you, Anna. Be careful, the contents are hot and the plates are heavy,” Cinderella informs her. Then the two placed the trays on the coffee table as Aurora and Tiana carried in two trays in each of their hands but Tiana also had a third tray on her head as well. But this time, Elsa takes it instead of her sister.

“I don’t know how you and Cinderella can do that without knocking the tray over,” Elsa says in astonishment.

“When you’re living the hard knock life, you got to learn skills that you couldn’t do before. Besides, it strengthens the muscles in the neck and you learn how to balance with patience,” Tiana tells the ice queen.

The princesses took their breakfast dishes from each tray and sat on the furniture to eat. And Anna was reluctant to help Tiana collect the carrying trays. The remaining plates that weren’t taken had Tiana’s stuffed beignets with either fruit or hazelnut-chocolate spread or pudding.

“Hello Hades,” Cinderella says politely as she now acknowledges the God in the room with Aurora and Tiana following suit. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to see the new princesses, somewhat using it as an excuse to not go back to my job even if the underworld runs itself,” Hades explains.

“Then do you want me to make you something? You can help yourself to some of the beignets I’ve made?” Tiana politely asks.

The August sun cast a golden sheen over the lush green meadows of the castle grounds, its warmth a welcome embrace as the day began. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of arrows hitting wooden targets, accompanied by the occasional whinny of horses and hoof beats.

Merida, her fiery hair flowing in the breeze, adjusted her bow with a determined smug. Angus, her loyal steed, stamped his hooves restlessly beneath her. "Alright, Angus, let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!" she encouraged, drawing her bowstring with a practiced ease.

Nearby, Mulan, dressed in her father’s armor with her hair up, expertly guided Khan through a series of precise maneuvers. “Remember, Khan, aim true and steady,” she said, her voice a calm contrast to the intensity of her focus. Khan snorted, nodding as if he understood perfectly.

Belle, perched gracefully atop Phillipe, was engaged in a friendly competition with Raya. Instead of her normal white and blue dress, she was dressed in a rose red archery outfit with yellow trims in the same shade of her princess dress.

“Belle, are you sure Phillipe is up for this?” Raya teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Tuk Tuk, her not-so-horsey companion, rolled beside the brunette.

Belle smiled, drawing another arrow. “Phillipe’s more than capable. It’s me you should worry about!”

Isabel, riding Gladiator, joined the banter with a laugh. “You all talk a good game, but I’m about to show you how it’s done!” She aimed and released an arrow with a confident flick of her wrist.

At that moment, Esmeralda rode into view, astride Achilles, Phoebus’s trusty steed. She offered a radiant smile as she expertly drew her bow, her normal attire replaced by an outfit similar to Belle’s but purple instead of green. “Sorry I’m late, everyone. Achilles and I had to get in a bit of practice ourselves.”

The arrows whizzed through the air, each princess displaying their unique skills with each bow snapping. The sun-drenched morning was alive with friendly rivalry. As each arrow struck its mark, laughter filled the air, mingling with the cheerful sounds of the kingdom waking up to a new day.

While the princesses continued their archery practice on horseback, a sudden burst of excitement and a shimmering flash of color drew their attention skyward. Princess Jasmine soared into view, standing effortlessly on the magic carpet, a mischievous grin on her face.

With a flourish, Jasmine produced a set of gleaming knives and began hurling them toward the wooden targets with precision. Each blade struck its mark with a satisfying thud, eliciting gasps of awe and a few chuckles from the other princesses.

Merida raised an eyebrow, her free hand resting on her hip. “Well, isn’t someone fancy. You do know we’re practicing archery, right?”

Jasmine laughed, twirling a knife in the air before catching it deftly. “I thought I’d add a little flair to the morning! Besides, it’s not like you all are using magic carpets. Try doing archery from up here!”

Mulan shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. “I think we’ll pass. I don’t see any carpets in the stables, after all.”

Belle joined in, a teasing glint in her eye. “You’re just trying to show off, Jasmine. We all know your real talent lies in making an entrance.”

Esmeralda, riding Achilles, chuckled as she observed Jasmine’s performance. “Well, Jasmine, if you keep this up, we might have to start calling you ‘The Queen of Aerial Arts.’ I’d love to see anyone else top this!”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, if you think you’re up for the challenge, I’d love to see you try archery from a magic carpet. Until then, I’ll keep my showmanship to myself.”

Isabel nudged Gladiator and laughed. “I don’t think any of us are brave enough to take you up on that. But for now, keep those knives coming. It’s not every day we get a front-row seat to your aerial acrobatics!”

With that, Jasmine executed a graceful spin, her magic carpet swirling beneath her as she continued her impressive display. The other princesses couldn’t help but cheer her on, their earlier competition forgotten in the face of such spectacular showmanship.

After a good hour of practice, the princesses guided their steeds into the stables, exchanging laughs and friendly jabs about who had the best aim. Jasmine's magic carpet hovered beside her as the group walked back to the castle.

“I see that your archery skills are getting better, Belle,” Raya compliments her as the group walks. Which Belle feels appreciated and a little bashful.

“Well, I do have the best teachers,” Belle compliments Raya. “You and Ms-hero-of-China here.” Which causes laughter between the two. “But mostly I wonder what Tiana, Cinderella, and Aurora are cooking up for lunch,” Belle mused, wiping sweat from her brow. “After all, this practice sure works up an appetite.”

“Maybe something with a bit of spice,” Esmeralda suggested, “considering Tiana’s knack for amazing dishes.”

As they rounded a corner, a sudden swirl of dark smoke materialized in front of them, revealing Hades, the god of the underworld. He clapped his hands together in exaggerated applause, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Bravo, ladies! Bravo! I have to say, I’ve never seen archery quite like that,” Hades said, his fiery head flames flickering with amusement.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Mulan said, raising an eyebrow. “What brings you here, Hades?”

Hades shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening. “Oh, just thought I’d check out the local entertainment. The underworld’s running itself, so I had a bit of free time. And let’s be honest, watching you all was way more fun than managing the endless torments.”

Isabel, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, stepped forward. “Why were you specifically watching us? And don’t you have an underworld to run?”

Hades flicked a hand dismissively. “Like I said, the underworld mostly runs itself, you know. I came to see how our newest recruit was faring.” His gaze rested on Isabel. “I noticed you weren’t in the villain’s lair this morning. Thought I’d see what’s going on.”

Isabel looked puzzled from Hades’s comment. “Recruitment? But I’m not evil like the rest of you,” she says honestly to clarify. “Sure I helped save you and the other villains from being under a curse for so long as well as saved the Disneyverse and reality from destruction of two witches, not single handedly of course. Both you and Maleficent even offered me a place to sleep in the lair so I didn’t have to stay in the Haunted Mansion anymore.”

Hades chuckled, the flames on his head crackling. “Well, Isabel, the villains’ league has a very flexible definition of what makes someone part of their team. It’s not all about being wicked. Sometimes, it’s just about finding people who can bring a bit of unexpected flair. And you, my dear, have certainly brought that.”

Esmeralda nudged Isabel gently. “Looks like you’ve made quite the impression after all these months.”

Isabel gave a wry smile. “I guess so,” she shrugs. “Though, I must admit, it’s a bit strange having you all so interested in me even though I’m Mickey and Minnie’s adopted daughter.” She says towards the God.

Hades gave a theatrical bow. “All part of the fun! And don’t worry, we know to keep an eye out for you for Merlin’s worried sake. After all, who knows when you might be needed to shake things up a bit?”

“All I have been doing is cooking breakfast and making tea for the villains as well as keeping the place clean,” Isabel admits. “Also I wasn’t expecting you to come watch us, I didn’t want you to see me all sweaty and oily from practice today.”

“First off, greatly appreciated. Second, you already know why. Third, you’re mortal. I’m not gonna judge you or be disgusted by your sweat, it’s a normal thing for mortal skin.” Hades says in a casual nonchalant tone. “Besides that, hello ladies. It’s been a long time we truly saw each other face to face since the good ol’ House of Mouse days.” Referring to Belle, Mulan, Esmeralda and Jasmine before turning to the two new princess.

“Merida, I presume? Pixar’s Princess,” Hades says to the Scottish red head. Merida slightly blushes but keeps a bold attitude.

“Aye, that’s me!” She says proudly with a little curtsy. “It’s nice to meet you, you’re, um… godliness?!?!” Sounding unsure how to title the Greek god. But she received an amused chuckle from him.

“Lord Hades,” the god politely corrects her and turns his attention to Raya. “And you’re the new princess in the lineup, right? Raya? I saw you during the Once Upon a Studio bit.”

“Yes, I’m princess Raya,” she says politely, but was quite awkward how to talk to a deity. “Nice to meet you, Hades. And you’re quite taller than I imagined you to be when Meg talked about you.” The other girls snickers in amusement, even Hades was amused as well.

“Oh really?! I’m glad Ms. Nutmeg still talks about me after all these years,” Hades chuckles with a smile, but decides to not get sidetracked. “Also isn’t there another new princess with an ‘M’? Wow, the company is really killing it with the ‘M’ names.”

“That would be Moana. And we now have a new princess, Asha, she’s not official yet but hopefully someday she will be,” Belle informs Hades.

“And we will welcome her just like the others, official or not,” Jasmine says sweetly.

“Then would it be okay I tagged along to meet them?” Hades asks curiously. “It’s not everyday where a villain hangs out with a group of princesses.”

The princesses didn’t know whether or not to let him nor if it was okay since heroes and villains usually stay separated. Looking around at each other of who should say something for determination. But Isabel shrugs. “I see why not, and if Merlin or Yen Sid have a problem with it, they can bite me for all I care. Besides, it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, you’re just joining us to hang out and talk.”

“True,” Hades agrees. “And I’ll be a good widdle vwillain if it keeps those two from getting a knot in their beards for me just being there.”

“But what about the other villains? Would they be okay with it too?” Jasmine asks Hades, to which the god also shrugs. “They can bite me too.” Which caused the girls to lightly laugh.

“Alright, you can come hang with us as long as there’s no funny business,” Mulan says nicely. “I’m sure the other princesses have missed seeing you too.”

“Mostly I hope Meg is there. It’s been a while since I have seen her since she started dating Hercules,” Hades admits. “It would be nice if we could catch up.”

*Meanwhile*

In a mini castle secluded from Disneytopia’s main one. The Disney Princesses would be in there to hang out with each other including the non-officials. Currently in a room secluded from the others’ activities in the main room, Asha was being mentored by Elsa and Elena. She’s also being mentored by The Fairy Godmother since she is one in training, but she was away helping Yen Sid.

Currently the two older females were helping Asha to learn how to use magic. A stool stood a few feet away from them with a red apple on a plate sitting on top of it. As Asha held her wand firmly, she patiently took her time taking calm, patient measured breaths with her eyes shut. Then Asha opened her eyes, pointing and aiming her wand onto the apple.

“Make it green!” She declared. A burst of magic left her wand and hit the apple… only to turn it into a lime much to Asha’s disappointment. Asha sighs in exasperation. “Well, at least you somewhat got it,” Elena says to try to encourage her.

“But I wanted the apple to turn green, not into a different fruit,” Asha explains then gently puts her free hand on her face. “This magic stuff is so hard.”

“And it is,” Elsa agrees with her, comforting her as well with reassurance. “Sometimes magic isn’t an easy start for some people.”

“Oh really?” Asha asks with slight skepticism, moving her hand to look at Fifth Spirit. “Aren’t you the one that made an ice castle under one musical number?” Making Elena giggle because Asha just called Elsa out.

“Um, well, about that,” Elsa says nervously but the door to the room entered and Mirabel came in abruptly.

“I apologize for interrupting anything but Princess Tiana says that breakfast will be ready soon,” the Colombian “princess” politely informs the three. But she notices Asha looking distressed and upset. Mirabel then becomes worried and her sisterly instincts kick in and she enters the room. “Are you okay, Asha?” She asks her in concern.

“Yes and no,” Asha admits. “Just having issues learning magic, it’s harder than it looks.” Then directs towards the apple turned lime, sounding a little frantic. “I can’t even change a fruit’s color without it changing entirely.”

“Okay, deep breaths Asha,” Mirabel says and calmly holds Asha’s free hand. “Here’s some advice from someone in her family who isn’t magically gifted,” Mirabel tells her as she comforts Asha with a calming voice. “You need to let your mind and emotions relax and have patience with yourself and your pacing. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself mentally by worrying and straining your thoughts if you’re doing something right or not.”

Then Mirabel began the story. “When me and my sister Luisa were little, my mama told us the time when Isabela was young and learning how to use her gift. She was so impatient and stressed herself so much that she accidentally created a floral overgrowth in Encanto. She got so worried that Abuela and my mother would be so mad,” Mirabel could see that her story was cheering Asha up.

“Thankfully they were both understanding,” Mirabel continued her story. “Mom was comforting and Abuela says that Isabela made Encanto a lot more colorful that day. But my mama gave my sister some wisdom of her own: like a plant, she must give her blessing time and patience to be neutered and grow. And just like when a rose grows, she will blossom like her blessing and will create wonderful things with it.”

“So, from your story, I must allow my magic to be controlled naturally rather than force. With patience rather than straining myself and putting too much pressure on myself from my expectations?” Asha asks the Colombian.

“Yes, that’s one way to put it,” Mirabel says and picks up the lime. “Eventually you’ll get the hang of it. Accidents come with learning, eventually you’ll figure out your flow with magic.”

Asha smiles, then points and aims her wand at the lime. Magic shoots out and turns the lime back into an apple, a green one. The girls erupt into cheer for Asha, a moment of celebration she got it right.

But then the apple multiplies itself into many which caused Mirabel to hurriedly try to collect the fallen fruit. So Asha, Elena and Elsa pick up the fruit on the ground. “I did not intend for this to happen. I wanted the apple to cut itself into slices, not multiply itself.”

“It’s okay, Asha. Besides, you can do a lot of things with apples,” Elena reassured her.

“Sometimes accidents have their own silver lining,” Elsa adds to Elena’s statement. “Including in magic.”

“Well, at least we have enough apples to make an apple pie,” Asha says as she looks at the brighter side. “Tiana will definitely be thrilled.” Then she looks around the room and sees a vase, using her wand, she turns it into a basket to put the apples into. While hoping that vase isn’t an expensive one.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen,” Mirabel says as she takes the full basket from Asha. “Tiana’s going to have a field day with these.” Then she leaves the room. Asha carefully tucks away her wand in a pocket hidden inside her sleeve.

“So Elsa, you haven’t answered my question,” Asha gently prods the snow queen.

“I blame the Disney executives for making my powers look easy,” Elsa explains casually. Elena chuckles humorously before adding her input. “Makes sense, if you had more time like a tv show to develop your powers rather than a few hours, they wouldn’t have to “Mary Sue” you a bit to make the plot go by faster.”

“That’s true,” Asha admits, sounding reasoned by their responses, before pondering. “Makes me wonder how Wish would have turned out if it was a tv show too instead of a movie.”

Then they hear a startled scream and immediately they left the room. What they saw was every princess/queen, except Cinderella, Aurora, Tiana and Mirabel, looking at the entryway in shock. Princess Eilonwy, Vanellope and Sofia alongside Alice huddled close to Kida as the Atlantean Queen protects them.

In the entryway stood Hades alongside Belle, Isabel, Merida, Esmeralda, Jasmine, Raya and Mulan.

“Relax Eilonwy, I’m not gonna take you to the lich if that’s what you’re worried about,” Hades says in annoyance from her scream. “Honestly he’s not a fan of me either so I don’t bother with that guy.”

They couldn’t help but hear ex-Princess Giselle from Andalasia ask Isabel if Hades being here was a good idea. Isabel says she allows it but if Merlin or Yen Sid found out, she didn’t care.

“Who is that?” Asha whispered to Elsa in concern as she leans a bit to her, but before the Fifth Spirit answered, the God approached them.

“And you must be Asha!” He says politely. “The name’s Hades, lord of the underworld,” he introduces himself as he held out his hand, to which Asha politely shook it.

“Nice to meet you too but how do you know my name and who I am?” She asks the God in curiosity.

“I saw your film, and I want to give my condolences on your box office failure. The company seems to be slacking on effort and not making good movies like they used to,” Hades tells her. “Take my movie for example, I had many people auditioning to voice me with the same idea in mind: dark, deep and rumbling. But it took one guy, one different voice that changed everything; my character design, my personality, as well as flipping the script on its head. And I have to admit, watching your movie made me cringe so hard that I wanted to throw it in the deepest darkest parts of Tartarus.”

Then recollection came over Asha, remembering his face now as she sheepishly tucked a strand of her cornrow hair behind her ear from just talking to him. “Oh right, I remember you, Once Upon a Studio. But yes, I don’t blame you, for a movie that was supposed to be a celebration of one hundred years, it fell quite hard on its face,” she admits in embarrassment.

“It could be worse. At least your movie doesn’t have a direct to dvd sequel, a tv show and/or a live action remake,” Snow pipes up with a slight tinge of annoyance. Hades groans in frustration as he looks at the first princess. “Did you really have to bring that one up, Snow?” He asks her before summoning a Greek styled couch and sat on it.

The room itself was spacious enough for the couch, despite there already having furniture, designed exactly like the princess’s dressing room from Ralph Breaks the Internet but much larger and with windows as well as hot pink curtains.

“I wouldn’t have to if such things didn’t exist in the first place. Yet sadly they do,” Snow says in honesty, still sounding annoyed.

“I know what you mean, eight years after my film’s release, I’m getting both a sequel and a live action adaptation,” Moana agrees with Snow White.

Asha looked confused. Which is understandable since she’s only eight months into her existence since her movie debut. “What do you mean by that, Snow?” She then asks the fairest princess.

“Well, in the early 90’s. Disney was struggling with competition in the movie industry. With the success of the Winnie the Pooh tv series along with The Little Mermaid and its tv series with Aladdin’s success. They made the first straight to dvd movie; Aladdin: Return of Jafar.” Snow explained. “A cheaper movie made which became successful and started a long series of these kinds of movies for over a decade.”

“Yeah, I remember Hook being pissed off about them. Although he was happy that he got one and it was released in theaters, it still didn’t stop his complaining that Michael Eisner was poisoning the company,” Hades chuckles, remembering what happened in the early 2000’s. “He was happy when Princess and the Frog came out but started to become stingy with the CGI. Then when the live action remakes started coming out along with Frozen 2 and other sequel films planned, the company had relit the fuse to his rage that was snuffed out long ago. And now is anger has resurfaced, saying things like ‘has this company had learned nothing from Eisner’ and ‘if the king was still alive, he would have had none of this’. He said the last bit before in the past but it’s still funny that he held that grudge.”

“He was always protective of the king’s vision before his passing. Sadly the company doesn’t seem to care about Walt’s choice of the no sequel rule. Nor the people that helped shape it since numbers of animators are being let go left and right,” Snow says sympathetically. “Nor do they care about us, we’re nothing but marketing tools for them instead of just people.”

The August sun cast a golden sheen over the lush green meadows of the castle grounds, its warmth a welcome embrace as the day began. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of arrows hitting wooden targets, accompanied by the occasional whinny of horses and hoof beats.

Merida, her fiery hair flowing in the breeze, adjusted her bow with a determined smug. Angus, her loyal steed, stamped his hooves restlessly beneath her. "Alright, Angus, let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!" she encouraged, drawing her bowstring with a practiced ease.

Nearby, Mulan, dressed in her father’s armor with her hair up, expertly guided Khan through a series of precise maneuvers. “Remember, Khan, aim true and steady,” she said, her voice a calm contrast to the intensity of her focus. Khan snorted, nodding as if he understood perfectly.

Belle, perched gracefully atop Phillipe, was engaged in a friendly competition with Raya. Instead of her normal white and blue dress, she was dressed in a rose red archery outfit with yellow trims in the same shade of her princess dress.

“Belle, are you sure Phillipe is up for this?” Raya teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Tuk Tuk, her not-so-horsey companion, rolled beside the brunette.

Belle smiled, drawing another arrow. “Phillipe’s more than capable. It’s me you should worry about!”

Isabel, riding Gladiator, joined the banter with a laugh. “You all talk a good game, but I’m about to show you how it’s done!” She aimed and released an arrow with a confident flick of her wrist.

At that moment, Esmeralda rode into view, astride Achilles, Phoebus’s trusty steed. She offered a radiant smile as she expertly drew her bow, her normal attire replaced by an outfit similar to Belle’s but purple instead of green. “Sorry I’m late, everyone. Achilles and I had to get in a bit of practice ourselves.”

The arrows whizzed through the air, each princess displaying their unique skills with each bow snapping. The sun-drenched morning was alive with friendly rivalry. As each arrow struck its mark, laughter filled the air, mingling with the cheerful sounds of the kingdom waking up to a new day.

While the princesses continued their archery practice, a sudden burst of excitement and a shimmering flash of color drew their attention skyward. Princess Jasmine soared into view, standing effortlessly on the magic carpet, a mischievous grin on her face.

With a flourish, Jasmine produced a set of gleaming knives and began hurling them toward the wooden targets with precision. Each blade struck its mark with a satisfying thud, eliciting gasps of awe and a few chuckles from the other princesses.

Merida raised an eyebrow, her free hand resting on her hip. “Well, isn’t someone fancy. You do know we’re practicing archery, right?”

Jasmine laughed, twirling a knife in the air before catching it deftly. “I thought I’d add a little flair to the morning! Besides, it’s not like you all are using magic carpets. Try doing archery from up here!”

Mulan shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. “I think we’ll pass. I don’t see any carpets in the stables, after all.”

Belle joined in, a teasing glint in her eye. “You’re just trying to show off, Jasmine. We all know your real talent lies in making an entrance.”

Esmeralda, riding Achilles, chuckled as she observed Jasmine’s performance. “Well, Jasmine, if you keep this up, we might have to start calling you ‘The Queen of Aerial Arts.’ I’d love to see anyone else top this!”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, if you think you’re up for the challenge, I’d love to see you try archery from a magic carpet. Until then, I’ll keep my showmanship to myself.”

Isabel nudged Gladiator and laughed. “I don’t think any of us are brave enough to take you up on that. But for now, keep those knives coming. It’s not every day we get a front-row seat to your aerial acrobatics!”

With that, Jasmine executed a graceful spin, her magic carpet swirling beneath her as she continued her impressive display. The other princesses couldn’t help but cheer her on, their earlier competition forgotten in the face of such spectacular showmanship.

After a good hour of practice, the princesses guided their steeds into the stables, exchanging laughs and friendly jabs about who had the best aim. Jasmine's magic carpet hovered beside her as the group walked back to the castle.

“I see that your archery skills are getting better, Belle,” Raya compliments her as the group walks. Which Belle feels appreciated and a little bashful.

“Well, I do have the best teachers,” Belle compliments Raya. “You and Ms-hero-of-China here.” Which causes laughter between the two. “But mostly I wonder what Tiana, Cinderella, and Aurora are cooking up for lunch,” Belle mused, wiping sweat from her brow. “After all, this practice sure works up an appetite.”

“Maybe something with a bit of spice,” Esmeralda suggested, “considering Tiana’s knack for amazing dishes.”

As they rounded a corner, a sudden swirl of dark smoke materialized in front of them, revealing Hades, the god of the underworld. He clapped his hands together in exaggerated applause, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Bravo, ladies! Bravo! I have to say, I’ve never seen archery quite like that,” Hades said, his fiery head flames flickering with amusement.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Mulan said, raising an eyebrow. “What brings you here, Hades?”

Hades shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening. “Oh, just thought I’d check out the local entertainment. The underworld’s running itself, so I had a bit of free time. And let’s be honest, watching you all was way more fun than managing the endless torments.”

Isabel, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, stepped forward. “Why were you specifically watching us? And don’t you have an underworld to run?”

Hades flicked a hand dismissively. “The underworld mostly runs itself, you know. I came to see how our newest recruit was faring.” His gaze rested on Isabel. “I noticed you weren’t in the villain’s lair this morning. Thought I’d see what’s going on.”

Isabel looked puzzled. “Recruitment? But I’m not evil like the rest of you,” she says honestly. “Sure I helped save you and the other villains from being under a curse for so long, saved the Disneyverse and reality from destruction of two witches, not single handedly. Both you and Maleficent even offered me a place to sleep in the lair so I didn’t have to stay in the Haunted Mansion anymore.”

Hades chuckled, the flames on his head crackling with amusement. “Well, Isabel, the villains’ league has a very flexible definition of what makes someone part of their team. It’s not all about being wicked. Sometimes, it’s just about finding people who can bring a bit of unexpected flair. And you, my dear, have certainly brought that.”

Esmeralda nudged Isabel gently. “Looks like you’ve made quite the impression after all these months.”

Isabel gave a wry smile. “I guess so. Though, I must admit, it’s a bit strange having you all so interested in me even though I’m Mickey and Minnie’s adopted daughter.”

Hades gave a theatrical bow. “All part of the fun! And don’t worry, we know to keep an eye out for you for Merlin’s worried sake. After all, who knows when you might be needed to shake things up a bit?”

“All I have been doing is cooking breakfast and making tea for the villains as well as keeping the place clean,” Isabel admits. “Also I wasn’t expecting you to come watch us, I didn’t want you to see me all sweaty from practice today.”