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When the children awoke, the first thing they noticed were the colors.
Pippin scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Pink? Purple? Where are we?” He tried to stand, but found he couldn’t move. “Um…guys?”
Alalia was the first one to come to, Pippin’s struggles shaking her awake. “Pippin, what is it?” She asked groggily. Then her eyes flew open.
The five children were in a pink and purple room, all tied together in a circle around a large fancy sofa. Which was also pink, coincidentally. Large oaken doors that must have been fifteen feet high stood ominously on one side of the room, a large table covered in what looked to be….makeup(?) on the other side. The sofa they were tied to was in the middle. Everything was decorated with monkeys. Even the sofa’s print was monkeys, dancing around flowers.
“Um….Pippin…” Alalia said, “Do you have any idea where we are?”
Pippin shook his head, freckles standing out on his pale face. “N-No, Alalia….you?”
She frowned, studying the room again. “I’m not sure….the monkeys, makeup, pink…it doesn’t match anything I’ve read or seen in Fairyland. Maybe Esme or Vivi would know?”
Taking the hint, Pippin glanced around the sofa to see Esme’s dark head. He managed to bump her with his shoulder, while Alalia woke Vivi. Jacob was between the two sleeping girls, out of their reach and sight.
“Esme.” Pippin said. Trying again, “Esme, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to dye your hair orange.” He knew she hated orange. It was one of the few colors the timid girl absolutely refused to wear.
Thankfully, Esme’s lashes fluttered and her eyes opened, still hazy with sleep. “Pip?” She asked, confused. Her eyes darted around the room frantically, trying to recall what had happened. “Pippin, where are we? What happened? I remember the mountain, and Ariel, and the mist….”
He smiled, trying to assure her, moving as close as he could with his hands tied behind his back to a sofa leg. Not to mention the long rope wrapping over his chest and all the way around the couch, binding them not only to it but flat on their backs against it.
“I don’t know, but Alalia and me were wondering, say, if you recognized anything in this room?”
Esme’s brown eyes opened wider, and she surveyed the room. “Pink….monkeys….dancing…makeup….I don’t really see anything that–” She cut herself off, mouth shaping into an ‘o’. “Wait a minute….makeup….monkeys?”
“Whatcha got, Essy?” Pippin said.
She barely even noticed the nickname. “Pippin…do you remember the makeup palette I showed everyone when we were reading Katri’s journal? The one by Maleficent?”
Pippin nodded, puzzled. “Ya, sure. But what’s that got to do with this?”
Esme ignored him, instead calling out, “Alalia! Vivi! Jacob!”
Alalia, who had woken up Vivi who in turn shook Jacob from the mist-induced slumber, answered back. “Esme?”
“Do you remember how I showed you guys that makeup made by Dark Fairy Cosemetics?”
“You’re closest to that table full of makeup. Can you read the name?”
“I’ll try,” Alalia replied. There was a moment of anxious silence, and then Alalia’s voice came back, shouting, “It’s the same brand, Esme! Dark Fairy!”
Esme nodded absently, lost in thought. “That just leaves the monkeys….the only villain I know of that even vaguely likes monkeys is the Wicked Witch of the West, from the Wizard of Oz.”
Pippin’s eyes widened, and Esme heard a trio of gasps from Alalia, Jacob, and Vivi. She mimicked Pippin’s earlier movement and scooted as far around the corner as she could, catching sight of Jacob’s surprised face.
“Guys, I think I know what captured us. Well, actually, who.”
“Who?” They chorused.
“Maleficent, also known as the Wicked Witch of the West.”
The four children gasped.
Peter Pan led Wendy towards the forest the children had disappeared in, following the same trail they had taken earlier.
“Wendy, we need to help them,” He said, stopping at the beginning of the path.
Wendy came up beside him. “Peter….”
The red-haired man turned to her. “Yes, Wendy?”
She ducked her head, shame showing in her features. “I….I’m sorry for dragging you out here. I should have never gotten mixed up in this Prince Charming mess. I’m so sorry.”
Peter smiled. It was bitter, full of sadness, but genuine. “I’m the one that should be apologizing, Wendy. I took you to Fairyland, and then abandoned you after you returned to the human world. I should have never done that. I should have never left you alone.”
Wendy smiled back. “I will forgive you if you forgive me.”
A trace of Peter’s old boldness and childlike-swagger came back. He grinned broadly, displaying all his teeth and scrunching his eyes shut. “It’s a deal then.”
Wendy smiled back. “Then let’s go save those kids.”
Back in the pink room, the doors slammed open and a black-clad figure strode in, green skin glinting with makeup.
Alalia stiffened. “Maleficent.” She growled.
The witch smirked. “Ah, I see you finally figured it out, didn’t you? Took you long enough.” Her purple-shadowed eyes slanted into angry slits. “You know how long I’ve waited for this?” She snapped. “Hundreds of years. Hundreds.”
Vivi’s short tempter snapped. She struggled against her bonds, twisting around as far as she could to glare in Maleficent–aka, the Wicked Witch of the West’s eyes. “Let us go!” She yelled.
Maleficent’s smirk disappeared, and she walked over to where Vivi was tied. She grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her. When she spoke, her voice was deceptively soft. “Child, child. Did you really think you would win? Did you really think you could beat me, Maleficent, the Wicked Witch of the West, the master and disguise? Did you really think you would beat the one who designed this whole thing to play into my hands?”
Vivi’s mouth hung slack. The room was silent for a long time, when Jacob, who had sat silent the whole time, finally spoke.
“What do you mean, you designed the whole thing?” He asked nervously.
Maleficent stood, smile curving wickedly on her lips.
“What I mean, child, is that I planned all of this.”
Dun dun dun!!!
What will happen next? *evil laugh* I hope I didn’t make things to complicated for the next writers….if you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask in the comments, or talk to Allison and she can get a hold of me.