There’s no place like home. Especially if it’s the infamous Isle of the Lost. Mal, Evie, Carlos & Jay receive a mysterious invitation to return to the Isle however, not everything is how they left it and when they discover a dark mystery at its core they’ll have to combine their talents to save the kingdom.
The Isle of the Lost
Evil tree. Bad Apple?
Twenty years ago, all the evil villains were banished from the Kingdom of Auradon to the Isle of the Lost – a dark and dreary place protected by a force field that makes it impossible for them to leave. Stripped of their magical powers, the villains now live in total isolation, forgotten by the world.
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Once upon a time, during a time after all the happily-ever-afters, and perhaps even after the ever-afters after that, all the evil villains of the world were banished from the Kingdom of Auradon and imprisoned on the Isle of the Lost. There, underneath a protective dome that kept all manner of enchantment out of their clutches, the terrible, the treacherous, the truly awful, and the severely sinister were cursed to live without the power of magic.
King Beast declared the villains exiled forever. Forever, as it turns out, is quite a long time. Longer than an enchanted princess can sleep. Longer, even, than an imprisoned maiden’s tower of golden hair. Longer than a week of being turned into a frog, and certainly much longer than waiting for a prince to finally get around to placing that glass slipper on your foot already.
Yes, forever is a long, long, long time.
Ten years, to be specific. Ten years that these legendary villains have been trapped on a floating prison of rock and rubble.
Okay, so you might say ten years isn't such a long time, considering; but for these conjurers and witches, viziers and sorcerers, evil queens and dark fairies, to live without magic was a sentence worse than death. (And some of them were brought back from death, only to be placed on this island - so, um, they should know).
Without their awesome powers to dominate and hypnotise, terrorise and threaten, create thunderclouds and lightning storms, transform and disguise their features or lie and manipulate their way into getting exactly what they wanted, they were reduced to hard-scrabble lives, making a living selling and eating slop, scaring no one but their own minions, and stealing from each other. It was hard even for them to imagine they once had been great and powerful, these poisoners of forest apples and thieves of undersea voices, these usurpers of royal powers and owners of petulant mirrors.
Now their lives were anything but powerful. Now they were ordinary. Everyday. Dare it be said? Dull.
So it was with great excitement and no small fanfare that the island gathered for a one-of-a-kind event: a six-year-old princess’s wickedly wonderful birthday party. Wicked being something of a relative term under a dome that houses a bunch of powerless former villains.
In any event, a party it was. It was the most magnificent celebration the isolated island and its banished citizens had ever seen, and tales of its gothic grandeur and obnoxious opulence would be told for years to come. The party to end all parties, this lavish occasion transformed the ramshackle bazaar and its rotting store fronts in the middle of the island into a spookily spectacular playground, full of ghostly lanterns and flickering candles.