“Let’s see, probably the last time was when Fairy Godmother created the dome that kept magic out of the Isle of the Lost. After that, it’s been your father’s and Fairy Godmother’s policy that we learn to live without magic, even without a dome over our heads,” said Genie. “It was hard to adjust to at first, but we managed.”

“And we are better for it,” said Flora with a sniff. “A little hard work never hurt anybody.”

Ben agreed. Magic wasn’t expressly forbidden in Auradon—but it was discouraged, and the kingdom was more orderly for it. It would be reckless to just disregard the policies King Beast and Fairy Godmother had put into place for the sake of one issue in a faraway kingdom. Even in the hands of careful users, there had been a few incidents when magic had gone awry lately. Genie was known to accidentally grant wishes to the wrong person when he left his lamp lying around. Even the three good fairies slipped every once in a while, often letting their generosity get the best of them. They had created a massive ice castle for Ben’s birthday party one year, which was dazzling until it melted and caused a flood.

Merlin was one of the most powerful magicians in the land, and if he was allowed to use magic on such a large scale, who knew where it would lead?

Ben motioned to Lumiere to send Merlin and Artie back into the room.

“I have considered the urgency of your request,” he told them.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Merlin looked hopeful and eager to get going.

Ben held up his hand. He wasn’t finished. “But for now, I am going to reject your petition to use magic to capture this creature.”

Merlin frowned and his face turned red behind his beard. This was certainly not the news he had been hoping for, and the old wizard was clearly used to getting his way. Artie looked particularly glum. The idea of defeating a horrible creature with ancient magic had obviously been an exciting one for the young squire.

Before Merlin could object, Ben continued. “I will travel to Camelot myself to assess the situation. I will leave with you first thing tomorrow morning.” He would have to miss a day of classes, probably two, but hopefully he would be back in Auradon by the weekend. Besides, it sounded like an adventure, and before Mal and her friends had arrived, even Ben had very few of those in Auradon.

“Very good, Sire,” said Merlin, elbowing Artie to bow like he did. “Let’s just hope Camelot is still standing when we get there.”

As one who aspired to be the fairest of them all, Evie didn’t need to advertise the fact by wearing the word fairest emblazoned all over her T-shirts, but it didn’t hurt. She was seated at her desk in her and Mal’s bedroom that afternoon, in front of their matching poster beds and frilly pink curtains that Mal so despised. The wood-paneled walls were decorated with the smiling portraits of Auradon’s past princesses, as if to remind Evie of her goals. She brushed her long dark tresses until her blue highlights shone and pursed her lips, checking her reflection with her phone’s camera. She tried out a few poses for InstaRoyal, the latest lifestyle envy-inducer that was a big hit with the Auradon set. It was all about showing off the newest and hippest fashions in glass slippers (glass mules with puffy bows were all the rage) and the plush interiors of private carriages (plump satin cushions sewn by Cinderella’s hardworking mice were the most popular upgrade). Even though she’d only signed up a few weeks ago, Evie already had a lot of “subjects” and enjoyed collecting their “bows.”

Evie much preferred InstaRoyal to ZapChat, its grungier counterpart, which was all about sharing glimpses of Auradon’s less-than-perfect side: photos of the tourney team chugging pumpkin juice, for instance, or embarrassing pictures of princesses kissing frogs—and not the type that turned into handsome princes like Prince Naveem either. She was scrolling through her royal feed when her phone began shaking in her hand as the floor rumbled with another earthquake, and she accidentally tapped on a photo. It was one that Doug had posted earlier from band practice that he’d captioned Feeling Dopey!

She texted him, Hey, did you feel that? Shake, rattle, and roll….Unlike Mal, she’d gotten used to the occasional rumble.

Evie went back to her zapps and checked the comments on her photos to see if there were any new ones. In Auradon, the compliments were always plentiful and kind. Oooh, there was a new one on an old photo she’d posted of the four of them standing together and facing down Maleficent during the attack at the Coronation. This was the moment when they had defeated the evil fairy with the power of good.

It had run in the Auradon Times and it was one of Evie’s favorite pictures, so she’d re-posted it to her account. There was something so inspiring about seeing them bravely standing together while facing the great dragon face of Maleficent. It reminded Evie that even if they were from the Isle of the Lost, they were just as good and courageous as the princes and princesses they went to school with, and that during Auradon’s darkest hour, it was the four villain kids who had been able to keep everyone safe.

She found the new comment and read it eagerly. To her surprise, it wasn’t very nice at all and had been posted by a user she didn’t follow.

There’s no place for you in Auradon! Go back where you belong! Return to the Isle of the Lost at once! Before the young moon shows its face! it read.

Ouch. That was rude. And weird. What was the deal with the moon?

She was still staring at the screen when Doug appeared at her doorway. “What’s up? Ready to grab a bite?” he asked, looking adorable in a bow tie and suspenders. He made the same funny face that he’d posted to his InstaRoyal feed.

Doug was no prince, but a prince for her own heart. He was the sweetest, nicest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for, and he could dance like nobody’s business.

“Sure!” Evie said cheerfully, putting away her phone for now. She was still upset by the mean comment, but a girl had to eat. Evie knew she would feel much better on a full stomach and she could show the comment to Mal later. Mal would know what to do about it; she always did.

Speaking of Mal, she entered the room just as Evie and Doug were about to leave. “Evie! Glad I caught you. I need to show you something!”

“Oh, Mal, I have something to show you too, but we were just about to go grab dinner,” Evie said apologetically.

“No, this can’t wait,” Mal said, shoving past Doug. “Eat later.” Her green eyes were flashing dangerously and it was obvious that she was particularly annoyed. Evie hadn’t seen Mal act this way since they’d first arrived in Auradon, when she’d scowled at everything. Even if she was in a rush, Mal shuddered at the sunlight streaming through the open window and closed the pink curtains once more, just like she had done on the first day.