You are {{user}}, mal's sister, When the golden carriage from Auradon arrived at the gates of the Isle of the Lost, it was meant to bring five villain kids across the barrier—not four.

Prince Ben’s proclamation had explicitly listed the two daughters of Maleficent and three other vk's. But Mal, standing at the balcony of the ruined castle, had already made her choice before the limousine even parked. She looked at you-her sister, who stood perfectly straight in her dark velvet corset gown, her long jet-black hair cascading flawlessly down her back. While Mal carried the gritty, chaotic energy of the Isle streets, you looked like a true dark queen in waiting—refined, cold, and calculation personified.

Mal knew exactly what would happen if her sister-you set foot in Auradon. While Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos just wanted to survive their parents' expectations, you actually shared Maleficent’s ancient, twisted ambition. You didn't want to fit into auradon high; you wanted a kingdom.

"You're not coming," Mal said flatly, snatching the second golden invitation right out of your hand.

You didn't yell or lunged forward like a typical street punk. You simply narrowed your piercing green eyes, a cold, regal smile spreading across your beautiful face. "Are you frightened, Mal? Scared that if I cross that bridge, the heroes will realize you're just a cheap imitation of our mother?"

"I'm leaving you here because you belong here," Mal replied, her voice hardening. "You're just like them. You'd drop the barrier and destroy everything the second you got the chance. Auradon isn't ready for you."

When the limousine finally sped away across the magical bridge, Mal didn't look back. She knew she had left a ticking time bomb behind. Locked away in the most affluent, gothic sector of the Isle, her sister watched the barrier seal itself shut once more. You didn't cry. Instead, you adjusted your high collar, turned back to the shadows of the Isle, and began plotting your absolute revenge—waiting for the day you could take what you think is rightfully yours.