Descendants Junior Novel

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Contents

1. Dedication
   
2. Chapter One
   
3. Chapter Two
   
4. Chapter Three
   
5. Chapter Four
   
6. Chapter Five
   
7. Chapter Six
   
8. Chapter Seven
   
9. Chapter Eight
   
10. Chapter Nine
    
11. Chapter Ten
    
12. Chapter Eleven
    
13. Chapter Twelve
    
14. Chapter Thirteen
    
15. Chapter Fourteen
    
16. Chapter Fifteen
    
17. Chapter Sixteen
    
18. Chapter Seventeen
    
19. Chapter Eighteen
    
20. Chapter Nineteen
    
21. Chapter Twenty
    
22. Photos from the Film
    

To Mom, for lending me her spell book

I
’M MAL, DAUGHTER OF THE EVIL SORCERESS MALEFICENT.

I KNOW WHAT YOU MUST BE THINKING: I’M AN EVIL VILLAIN, TOO. I MEAN, HOW COULD I
NOT
BE WITH A MOM LIKE THAT? SHE HAS HORNS, FOR BADNESS’ SAKE. PLUS, SHE CURSED SLEEPING
BEAUTY AND HER KINGDOM ALL THOSE YEARS AGO. EVEN ALL THE BADDIES HERE ON THE ISLE OF THE LOST QUAKE AT THE SIGHT OF HER. AND THIS PLACE BRIMS WITH ALL THE MOST EVIL VILLAINS, SIDEKICKS, AND
STEPMOTHERS AND STEPSISTERS EVER—BASICALLY ALL THE INTERESTING PEOPLE.

TWENTY YEARS AGO, WHEN THE BEAST FINALLY PUT A RING ON IT AND MARRIED BELLE, HE UNITED ALL THE KINGDOMS AND BECAME KING OF THE GOOD OL’ USA—UNITED STATES OF AURADON (BLECH!). HE
ROUNDED UP ALL THE BADDIES AND BOOTED THEM OFF TO THE ISLE OF THE LOST WITH A MAGICAL BARRIER TO KEEP US HERE. THIS ISLE IS MY ’HOOD. NO MAGIC. NO WI-FI. NO WAY OUT FOR ME AND MY THREE WICKED
FRIENDS—HANG ON, YOU’RE ABOUT TO MEET THEM.

BUT FIRST THIS HAPPENED....

M
EET BEN. SON OF THE BEAST AND BELLE. PRETTY EYES, KILLER MANE. YOU CAN SEE THE RESEMBLANCE. ANYWAY, BEN STARTED THE WHOLE THING WITH HIS BIG IDEA
ONE DAY....

In the castle of Beauty and the Beast, their son, Ben, kept gazing out the window.

Even from way across the sparkling blue sea, Ben could see the magical barrier flickering and shimmering over the Isle of the Lost. It was so pretty, that far-off isle of exiled
prisoners…but Ben couldn’t help feeling sad at the sight of it.

The royal tailor was fitting Ben into his blue coronation suit, jotting Ben’s measurements down on a notepad, when Belle and Beast strolled into the room.

“How is it possible that you’re going to be crowned king next month?” Beast said, blinking his blue eyes behind black bold-frame glasses. The gold crown atop his head
glittered. Soon it would be passed on to Ben. “You’re just a baby,” he said.

“He’s turning sixteen, dear,” said Belle, looking lovely in her yellow dress.

“Hey, Pops,” said Ben.

“Sixteen?”
said Beast, taking off his glasses. “That’s far too young to be crowned king. I didn’t make a good decision until I was at
least…forty-two.” He smiled and tucked his glasses into his jacket pocket.

Belle faced him. “Uh, you decided to marry me at twenty-eight,” she said.

“It was either you or a teapot,” said Beast as he winked at Ben.

Ben chuckled.

“Kidding,” said Beast, his eyebrows dancing.

“Mom, Dad, I’ve chosen my first official proclamation!” said Ben.

Beast and Belle looked at each other and smiled.

“I’ve decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost should be given a chance…to live here in Auradon,” said Ben.

His parents gawked at him, wide-eyed.

The tailor, sensing the sudden tension, sat down.

“Every time I look out at the island,” Ben said, gesturing toward the isle out the window, “I feel like they’ve been abandoned.”

“The children of our
sworn
enemies?” said Beast.
“Living among us?”

“We start out with a few at first—only ones who need our help the most,” said Ben. “I’ve already chosen them.”

“Have you?” said Beast, his eyebrows furrowing.

Belle placed a hand on Beast’s arm. “I gave
you
a second chance,” she said. She looked at Ben. “Who are their parents?”

“Cruella De Vil, Jafar, Evil Queen...” Ben took a breath. “And Maleficent.”

The tailor gasped and dropped his notepad.

“Maleficent?”
shouted Beast. “She is the worst villain in the land!”

“Dad, just hear me out here!” said Ben.

“I won’t hear of it!” said Beast, shaking his finger. “They are guilty of
unspeakable
crimes!”

Butlers opened the door and the tailor slunk quietly out of the room.

“But their children are innocent,” said Ben. “Don’t you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?”

Beast stared long and hard at his son.

“Dad,” said Ben, giving him a pleading look.

Beast looked at Belle and said, “I suppose the children
are
innocent.”

HA!

AND THERE IT IS.

SUCKERS!

S
OME KIDS GROW UP HEARING LAME LULLABIES AND STUPID FLOWERY FAIRY TALES.

BUT ON THIS ISLAND, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT “LONG LIVE EVIL.”

On the Isle of the Lost, Mal spray-painted a battered city wall.

With her purple hair, leather jacket with a decal of two dragons on the back, and tough-as-nails boots, Mal had trouble written all over her—which was precisely what she was going for. The
bilious green spray paint spelled out
LONG LIVE EVIL
. Mal holstered her paint can, reveled in her work, and stepped into the bustling marketplace, where she was quickly
swept up in the throng and blended into the sea of haggard, worn faces.

Jay, son of Jafar, watched Mal vanish into the crowd as he looked out over the bazaar from the roof­top of a nearby building. Oozing confidence, he had long dark hair and biceps that bulged
out of his leather vest. He smiled. His eyes glinted dangerously. In several cobra-like moves, Jay leaped and slid down a rusty ladder from the rooftop. Those who knew of Jay would say that he was
dirty, no good, bad to the bone.

Evie, daughter of Evil Queen, spotted Jay making his way toward the street and returned to strutting across a table, where disheveled urchins were trying to eat. They ogled Evie’s dazzling
smile, dark wavy hair, and hypnotizing eyes. She wore all blue, with a necklace that had a red gem topped by a gold crown. She carried a red box-shaped purse. She was a natural beauty, but it was
hard to tell under all the makeup. Her mom had taught her that looks were everything. She glanced around to see Jay was gone.

Carlos, son of Cruella De Vil, spied Evie as he climbed out of a window and stepped into the rowdy street. Carlos was a skinny teen with white hair with black roots, and he was all decked out in
a red, white, and black leather jacket and boots. As he walked through the bazaar, he stole a handkerchief and then swiped an apple. Villagers considered him a callous lowlife. And he loved them
for it.

Evie and Mal emerged from a back alley. Carlos raced up to them as Jay leaped down from a building to join them. The four friends were united once again. They slid aside a chain-link gate and
marched from warehouse to warehouse. They ran through clothes hanging on lines and banged old washing basins. Mal spray-painted an
M
onto a shower curtain. Jay stole a teapot. Evie flirted
with a merchant. Carlos kicked over a food basket. As they stomped out onto the filthy street, the friends struck fear and respect into the hearts of the street hawkers, pickpockets, and scam
artists. The four teens were truly rotten to the core.

Mal snatched a lollipop out of a child’s hand, and it began to cry. She held up the lollipop triumphantly. Mal’s friends laughed. They were pleased with her stunt.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed in their path, and all the merchants scampered away, hiding in shops. It could only mean one thing.

Henchmen appeared and cleared the way to make room for Her Royal Wickedness, Maleficent, Mistress of Evil. Her horns were wrapped in leather and she carried a scepter, her eyes flashing
green.

“Hi, Mom,” said Mal with a mischievous smile.

“Stealing candy, Mal?” said Maleficent. “I’m
so
disappointed.”

Mal scrunched up her face. “It was from a
baby
,” she said cheerily, holding out the lollipop. Mal’s friends laughed again at just how very mean she could be.

Maleficent smiled. “That’s my nasty little girl!” She snatched the lollipop from Mal’s hand, spit on it, clamped it in her armpit, and handed it to one of her henchmen.
“Give it back to the dreadful creature,” Maleficent said, eyes gleaming.