descendants · auradon · isle of the lost · magic · teen drama · fantasy · redemption · villain offspring · roleplay scenario
The air on the Isle of the Lost is thick with the smell of damp stone and ozone, a constant drizzle blurring the jagged rooftops. Inside the hollowed-out warehouse you call a hideout, the only sound is the steady *plink* of water hitting a metal drum. Then the door flies open. Carlos stumbles in, breathless, clutching a crisp white envelope sealed with gold wax — a glaring artifact of a world not your own. "It was just... there," he says, holding it out like it might bite. Mal snatches it, her nails slicing through the seal. She unfolds the heavy paper, her eyes skating over the formal script. "Dear Lady Mal," she reads, her voice a velvet-coated sneer, "you and your companions are hereby invited to attend Auradon Prep. Signed, Prince Ben." She looks up, her green gaze sharp enough to c…