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King Adam of Auradon had a problem.
In reality, he had many different types of problems.
This one was the worst.
It was the Isle.
Carlos DeVil had temporarily broken the barrier.
Shattered it really.
For only a second.
They’d noticed, of course.
It’s hard not to notice a country-wide power outage and a large beam of light centered around the Isle.
It had taken them less than twenty years to create the ability to break out of the most masterfully created barrier the world had ever seen.
The trick was, the barrier had been made simple to open from the outside but impossible to penetrate it from the inside.
Now the impossible to penetrate aspect of the whole ordeal was shattered by a teenager with broken radio parts.
There was no way to let life continue as normal, leaving the kids to rot on the god-forsaken rock.
That genius plan no longer worked.
They were back to the drawing board.
His son, the Prince Benjamin had come up with the idea.
Invite the boy (along with others to not attract suspicion) to Auradon as a “goodwill campaign.”
Villains were already becoming restless, having years to attempt plans of escape and methods of attacking shipments.
They needed a bridge.
A bridge they found in the form of a purple haired witch.
Maleficent had been one of the most feared rulers during her reign, making her daughter the clear heir to the throne of the Isle.
All they’d have to do was to have one heir marry another and they’d all live happily ever after.
Except for one small fact.
They couldn’t just bring over a pair of Isle children and expect them to not to clue into why they were there.
One was too convenient, two was too small, and three was too oblong.
So, four was the decided perfect number.
The evil queen was known throughout Auradon for her beauty and, according to some royal who'd seen her in person, her daughter was too. Though, unfortunately, she'd refused to let her daughter leave the more inhospitable way.
So Evie was chosen.
Their ‘friendly observers’ had clued them in to the closeness of friendship forged between Carlos, their main problem, and Jay, the only child on the Isle who wasn't a child of the Isle.
So Jay finished the group.
Now that they were decided, they had to figure out a way of properly communicating the idea to the parents, something that was handily taken care of by more ‘friendly observers’ (this time, armed).
The children were chosen.
The plan could begin.