The Cursed Fairy
Summary: Everyone from fairytales, hereos, and legends should eachother even their children and their children's children but nobody knew of Zylia. She has been on her own for so long thanks to somebody she once trusted but will her new friends help her or will be gone once again.
Ch3
The morning sun shone brightly over Auradon as students gathered near the school entrance. Banners fluttered in the breeze, celebrating the arrival of the first students from the Isle of the Lost.
King Ben stood near the front beside Audrey, Fairy Godmother, and several teachers. Excitement and nervous whispers spread through the crowd as a black limousine rolled through the gates.
Far away at the edge of the forest, another figure watched.
Zylia stepped out from beneath the trees.
Her long blonde hair nearly touched the ground behind her. The clothes she wore looked like they had been stitched together from a hundred different lives. A hero's cape fragment hung from one shoulder. A piece of a villain's jacket was sewn into the sleeve. Small stars, faded with age, were embroidered into the fabric—a reminder of her mother, the Blue Fairy.
People who saw her never knew what to think.
Was she a hero?
A villain?
Even Zylia didn't know anymore.
After years of living alone, surviving on forgotten scraps and abandoned belongings, those labels meant nothing to her.
She quietly walked toward the crowd.
The limousine stopped.
The doors opened.
Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos stepped out.
Immediately, students began whispering.
"Those are the villain kids."
"They actually came."
"Look at their clothes."
Then another wave of murmurs spread as everyone noticed a second stranger approaching.
Zylia.
She walked directly between the Auradon students and the four VKs.
The crowd fell silent.
Audrey frowned.
"Who is that?"
Fairy Godmother adjusted her glasses.
"I... don't know."
Several guards exchanged confused looks. Zylia didn't look dangerous, but she certainly didn't look like an Auradon student either.
Mal narrowed her eyes.
"Friend of yours?" she asked Evie.
Evie shook her head.
"Never seen her before."
Carlos took a nervous step behind Jay.
"She kinda looks like she lives in the woods."
"I do," Zylia answered casually.
Carlos jumped.
"Okay, that's creepy."
A few students laughed.
Ben couldn't help smiling.
He recognized her immediately.
For months he had searched for the mysterious girl he had met in the forest. Nobody else remembered her, but he never forgot.
"Zylia."
Her eyes shifted toward him.
"Hello, Ben."
The crowd looked between them.
Audrey blinked.
"You know her?"
"Of course I do."
Zylia raised an eyebrow.
"That's surprising."
Ben laughed softly.
"I told you I wouldn't forget."
For just a moment, something warm flickered across Zylia's face before her usual guarded expression returned.
Audrey stepped closer to Ben.
"Who is she?"
Before Ben could answer, Zylia spoke first.
"Nobody important."
Mal immediately understood that was a lie.
Nobody said "nobody important" with that much sadness.
Fairy Godmother studied the girl carefully. There was something familiar about the stars sewn into her clothes, but she couldn't place it.
Zylia looked at the VKs.
"So these are the children from the Isle."
Mal crossed her arms.
"What's it to you?"
"Nothing."
She shrugged.
"Just curious."
Jay smirked.
"You don't look much like an Auradon kid."
"That's because I'm not."
"You don't look like an Isle kid either," Evie observed.
"That's because I'm not that either."
The answer only confused them more.
Ben stepped forward.
"Zylia, why don't you stay? Meet everyone."
For a second she looked ready to refuse.
Living alone had taught her not to trust people.
Not to stay.
Not to belong.
Yet her eyes drifted toward the four VKs.
They looked just as out of place as she felt.
Maybe for the first time in a very long time, she wasn't the only outsider standing in Auradon.
"Maybe," she said quietly.
Mal smirked.
"Well, this day just got a lot more interesting."
And as Auradon and the Isle kids stared at the mysterious girl standing between both worlds, none of them realized that Zylia's arrival would change far more than the VKs ever could.
Zylia didn’t wait for permission.
The moment the attention shifted back toward the arrival of the VKs, she quietly moved past the crowd and toward Auradon Prep.
"Hey!" Audrey called after her. "You can't just walk into the school!"
Zylia didn’t even look back.
"I've been walking into places I'm not supposed to for years," she replied.
Audrey looked offended.
"That is not how things work here."
But Zylia was already inside.
The grand halls of Auradon Prep were nothing like the hidden paths and abandoned places she had grown used to. Everything was bright, polished, and full of memories.
She walked slowly.
Not because she was impressed.
Because she recognized things.
Her eyes moved across the portraits hanging on the walls.
King Adam and Queen Belle.
Fairy Godmother.
Heroes who had shaped Auradon.
People whose names were written in history books.
Then she stopped.
Her expression changed.
Only slightly.
But Mal noticed.
Evie noticed too.
The portrait showed a group of young people standing together as students.
Back before they became legends.
Back before they became rulers, protectors, and stories parents told their children.
Zylia stared at the painting.
"You knew them?" Evie asked softly.
Zylia didn’t answer.
Her eyes moved from one face to another.
Old friends.
People who had laughed with her.
People who had promised they would never forget her.
Then she saw another portrait.
The one that made her stop completely.
The Blue Family.
The Blue Fairy.
Her mother.
Her father.
Her brother.
The one who held the power over wishes.
The one who was supposed to protect her.
The one who had cursed her.
Zylia’s face remained perfectly still.
Years of being alone had taught her how to hide everything.
Anger.
Pain.
Fear.
Loss.
She had trained herself not to cry.
Not to react.
Not to let anyone see how much it hurt.
But Mal saw it.
The tiny crack in the mask.
The way Zylia's hand tightened.
The way her eyes shimmered.
The tears that she refused to let fall.
Evie’s expression softened.
"Zylia..."
The sound of her name snapped her back.
Immediately, the emotion disappeared.
Her face became unreadable again.
"I'm fine."
Mal looked at her.
"You don't look fine."
"I didn't ask if I looked fine."
The sharpness in her voice surprised them.
Zylia turned away from the portrait and continued walking through the halls.
She studied classrooms, decorations, and everything that had changed since she was last there.
Eventually, Doug found them.
"Hey, Ben asked me to show you guys your dorm."
Zylia simply nodded.
The three girls followed him upstairs.
When Doug opened the door, the room looked like something from a royal magazine.
Three beds.
Three dressers.
Elegant decorations.
A room made for princesses.
Evie’s eyes lit up.
"This is amazing!"
She immediately walked around, admiring everything.
Mal stared at the room.
"Seriously?"
She picked up a decorative pillow.
"This place is way too perfect."
Zylia stood in the doorway.
Silent.
Her eyes moved around the room.
A bed.
A dresser.
A place that belonged to her.
Something she hadn’t had in years.
But she showed nothing.
Mal noticed.
"You really don't react to anything, do you?"
Zylia looked at her.
"I react."
"Could've fooled me."
Evie looked between them.
"Mal..."
But Mal wasn't trying to be cruel.
She was curious.
Especially after what they had seen downstairs.
She leaned against the dresser.
"Okay. Enough mystery."
Zylia looked at her.
"About what?"
Mal pointed toward the portrait.
"The Blue Family."
The room went quiet.
Zylia immediately looked away.
"No."
Mal frowned.
"That's it? No explanation?"
"No."
"You were looking at them like they were your family."
"They were."
Evie froze.
"Wait..."
Zylia closed her eyes for a moment.
"My past is not something I discuss."
Mal crossed her arms.
"But you're connected to them."
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
Her voice wasn't angry.
It was worse.
It was tired.
Mal studied her.
For once, she didn't push.
Because she understood that feeling.
Having a family that caused pain.
Having a story you weren't ready to tell.
Evie quietly sat on her bed.
"Okay."
Zylia glanced at her.
Evie smiled gently.
"You don't have to tell us today."
Mal looked away.
"Yeah. Whatever."
But Zylia noticed.
They believed her.
For the first time in a long time, someone didn't demand answers.
They just let her exist.
And somehow, that felt stranger than any magic curse.
Mal continued looking around the dorm, still trying to figure out the mystery that was Zylia.
"So," Mal said casually, "you've been around Auradon before, right?"
Zylia looked over.
"Somewhat."
"Then you know where Fairy Godmother keeps her wand?"
Zylia stared at her.
"The wand?"
"Yeah. The one that can do basically anything."
Zylia turned back toward the window.
"I don't know."
Mal raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"I never cared where she kept it."
Evie looked surprised.
"You never wondered what you could do with that kind of magic?"
Zylia's expression stayed blank.
"When you spend years trying to survive, you stop thinking about what you could have. You think about what keeps you alive."
That answer made both girls quiet.
Before either of them could respond, footsteps approached.
Ben appeared at the doorway.
"Hey. How's everything going?"
Mal immediately smiled.
"The room is great. Evie loves it. I hate how perfect everything is."
Evie laughed.
Ben looked around.
"And Zylia?"
She was standing near the window, looking out over Auradon.
"I've seen worse."
Ben smiled slightly.
"That's probably the closest thing to a compliment I'll get."
Mal and Evie exchanged a glance.
"We're going to find Jay and Carlos," Mal said.
"Make sure they haven't broken anything," Evie added.
The two girls left, leaving Ben and Zylia alone.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Ben noticed the difference in her.
Earlier, when she looked at the Blue Family portrait, her eyes had been full of emotions she was trying to hide.
Now she was back behind the wall she had built.
"Zylia."
She looked at him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Ben gave her a knowing look.
"You said that before."
"And it's still true."
He walked closer.
"I saw your face when you looked at that portrait."
Zylia looked away.
"Don't."
Ben stopped.
"I'm not trying to force you to talk."
"Everyone says that until they start asking questions."
Ben stayed quiet for a moment.
Then he spoke softly.
"I just want you to know I'm here if you need someone."
Zylia looked at him.
The kindness almost made it harder.
Because she wanted to believe him.
But she couldn't let herself.
"Ben..."
"What?"
She took a breath.
"You need to understand something."
Ben listened.
"Me being here isn't going to fix anything."
His expression changed.
"What do you mean?"
"This place. Auradon. The school. The people."
She gestured around the room.
"It's not going to break the curse."
Ben frowned.
"You don't know that."
"I do."
Her voice became quieter.
"I've spent years looking for answers. I've tried everything. Every spell. Every story. Every person who claimed they could help."
She looked down at her hands.
"And I'm still cursed."
Ben stepped closer.
"Zylia—"
"Bringing me here feels like hope to you."
She looked at him.
"But to me, it feels like wasting your time."
Ben shook his head.
"You're not a waste of my time."
Zylia looked away.
"You don't understand."
"Then help me understand."
For a moment, she almost answered.
Almost.
But the fear of saying too much stopped her.
"The people in that portrait were my family."
Ben waited.
"And one of them is the reason I can't grow older, can't go back, can't move forward."
His eyes widened slightly.
"Your brother..."
Zylia didn't confirm it.
She didn't deny it.
She simply looked back out the window.
"I don't want Auradon to become another place I have to lose."
Ben's expression softened.
"Zylia..."
"I'm not asking you to fix me."
She turned toward him.
"I'm asking you to believe me when I say this isn't as simple as giving me a room and a new beginning."
Ben nodded slowly.
"Okay."
She looked surprised.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
He smiled gently.
"But I'm still going to be your friend."
Zylia stared at him.
After years of people leaving, forgetting, or betraying her, that simple statement felt almost impossible.
"You really don't give up, do you?"
Ben smiled.
"No."
For the first time that day, the smallest hint of a smile appeared on Zylia's face.
"That's going to get annoying."
"Probably."
And for a brief moment, the girl who had spent years alone wasn't standing completely by herself anymore.
By nightfall, Auradon had gone quiet.
Most of the dorms were dark, the halls dim except for the gold glow from lanterns outside. Zylia waited until the last bit of noise faded before slipping out of bed and toward the window. She moved carefully, the way she always did when she didn’t want to be noticed. It was easier to leave than to stay. Easier to disappear into the trees than to keep pretending she belonged in a place like this.
Soon, she was outside again, heading back toward her treehouse.
But halfway through the path, she stopped.
Voices.
She turned her head and spotted the VKs making their way toward the museum.
Zylia frowned. The museum was closed.
That alone was suspicious enough.
She followed them from the shadows, keeping her distance as they slipped inside. A moment later, she used her fairy magic to blur herself from sight, the air around her shimmering until she became invisible.
Inside, she watched them search through the darkened museum for the wand Mal had mentioned earlier.
Zylia stayed silent as she moved through the exhibits, her bare feet barely making a sound on the polished floor. The VKs were too focused to notice her. They were arguing in low voices, checking displays, scanning shelves, searching for something that had to be here somewhere.
Then Zylia wandered into the historic section.
The place where Auradon kept its most important figures.
Heroes. Rulers. Legends.
She barely had time to breathe before she saw it.
A statue.
Her brother.
Kneeling.
His head bowed as their mother placed the wand into his hands.
Their mother’s wand.
Zylia stopped so suddenly it felt like the air left the room with her.
Her chest tightened.
For one painful second, all she could see was that statue and all she could think was, if only she could see him again. If only she could look him in the face and tell him exactly what he had done.
He had ruined her life.
He did not deserve to be called the Blue Fairy’s son.
He did not deserve her mother’s name.
He did not deserve forgiveness.
Her magic flickered.
The invisibility dropped.
“Zylia?” Evie’s voice cut through the silence.
Zylia turned sharply. Evie was standing a few feet away, staring at her with wide eyes, clearly surprised to find her there.
Zylia quickly straightened her posture and forced her face into something calm.
“I was just looking around,” she said.
Evie studied her. “You were invisible a second ago.”
“I’m a fairy,” Zylia said flatly, as if that explained everything.
Evie didn’t look convinced.
“What are you doing here?”
Zylia glanced back at the statue before answering. “The same thing you are, I guess.”
Evie followed her gaze, then looked back at her. “No. I mean really. What is your problem with the Blue family?”
Zylia went still.
For a second, she looked like she might shut down completely.
Then, quietly, she said, “My brother ruined my life.”
Evie blinked, her expression softening just a little.
Zylia kept going, because now that she had started, the words were harder to stop.
“He cursed me. Said the only way it could be broken was if my true love gave me their most valued treasure.”
Evie’s eyes widened.
Zylia’s voice stayed steady, but only barely. “Otherwise I stay like this forever. Immortal. Stuck. Watching everything move on without me.”
She didn’t say that part to Ben. She had never said that part to Ben.
Evie looked at her carefully now, not with judgment, but with something closer to understanding.
“So that’s why you don’t want to be here,” she said softly.
Zylia gave a small, humorless laugh. “I don’t want to be here because none of this is fair.”
Evie frowned. “What do you mean?”
Zylia looked past her, toward the rest of the museum where the VKs were still searching.
“What did they do to deserve this?” she asked. “What did any of the kids from the Isle do? Or us? We’re the ones paying for what our parents and grandparents did.”
Evie didn’t answer.
Zylia’s eyes stayed on the displays, on the polished history Auradon liked to show the world.
“I know what it’s like,” she said, quieter now. “To live with someone else’s choices hanging over your head. To be blamed for things you didn’t do.”
She finally looked back at Evie.
“But at least they got locked away. At least people remember them.”
Her expression hardened.
“My brother got away with it.”
The words fell heavy between them.
“And nobody even remembers me.”
Evie softened completely then, her face no longer guarded or confused.
Zylia looked away before the silence could swallow her.
“What are you really doing here?” she asked again, but this time her voice was sharper. “For the wand? For your friends? Or because you think stealing from Auradon makes you feel better?”
Evie hesitated, then said, “We’re trying to fix things.”
Zylia laughed once, dry and tired. “By breaking into a museum.”
Evie opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Zylia folded her arms. “I don’t hate you, Evie. I don’t hate the VKs.”
Evie looked relieved for a second, until Zylia continued.
“But it still feels unfair.”
Evie nodded slowly. “It is unfair.”
Zylia glanced at her.
Evie looked at her too. "Not as unfair for what your brother did. we won say anything about this."
"Thanks but the curse being broken part. i havent told ben about just not yet."