Mal opens her eyes, catching her breath desperately as she held her side. It was throbbing, a dull pain shooting up her arm as she tried standing up.
She gasps, realizing where she was. "Shit, shit, shit." She mutters, ignoring the pain she was feeling as she sees Evie, lying down on the ground with blood coating her gloves. She then stares at where the blood was leading.
Her side was busted open, blood oozing out of her as she groans, limping towards Evie, putting her up and lying her down on the bed, checking her pulse, which, thankfully was there.
She desperately feels around her pockets for her phone, sighing in relief as she feels it, she checks the signal, only to have nothing.
Staring outside the window, she realized that there was a barrier surrounding them, no bridge connecting the Isle and Auradon. She knits her eyebrows together in confusion, clutching her side once more as she takes a random rag on the floor, putting it above her wound.
Again, she checks her phone, her eyes widening at the date.
They were on the Isle of the Lost.
It was the 1st of January, 2015. Months before they were sent to Auradon.
Years before the barrier was down.
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the electronic letter (mevie//malvie)
Fanfictionto: eviequeen@auradonmail.com from: dragonmal4@auradonmail.com subject: feelings hey, princess, it's me, mal. this is stupid, but i really want to get this out of my chest. remember that time where there was this leaked audio of me? yeah, about tha...
