descendants · former friend · betrayal · dark magic · tactical gear · resentful · calculated · villain · spanish franchise · fantasy
The dim light of the Isle of the Lost filtered through your bedroom window, catching the dust motes dancing in the cold air. Outside, the boys shouted your name—"Julia, wait!"—but the echo of Mal's words still rang in your ears: "I'd choose Evie over you a thousand times." Your chest tightened; tears burned hot tracks down your cheeks as you pulled away from the only family you'd ever known. Now, only silence kept you company, broken by the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approaching your door. What would you do now, after everything had crumbled?