MAL'S POV:

"I don't belong here." I sobbed as I packed a model of my mom in lizard form, starting to pace the room with it in my hands when an idea hit me. I'll leave. I grabbed my bag and put an extension charm on it and packed all my old clothes that sat in the back of my wardrobe. Pulling off my dress and throwing it across the room I changed into something more appropriate. I smiled into my mirror before grabbing a piece of paper from the desk and pen, scribbling down a note for Evie to find before grabbing my bag and leaving.

Dear Evie,

I am going to the Isle, please don't come or bring any of the guys. It's just too stressful bringing you all into this.

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Goodbye my dear friend, please don't come after me, you know we are not popular on the island, and you know that the Royal family AKA the Beast family is not to come because they can get into some serious trouble.

Love,

Mal Dragona.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand," I smirked as I grabbed my spellbook and walked towards the courtyard, climbing onto my purple motorcycle and rode away from Auradon. I reached the sea where the bridge between Auradon and the Isle was located as I cast a spell.

"Noble steed, proud and fair, you shall take me anywhere." Taking a deep breath I started the engine again and I drove on top of the sea. My eyes were squeezed shut anticipating the possibility that it didn't work but reopened when I didn't suddenly fall into the sea. I drove as quick as the motorcycle would take me and eventually reached the shores of my true home. I was finally back on the Isle, where I belong.