What They Wanted
Her brows rose at the mention of television and WiFi. While the promise of something other than the Fireside Chats with your local Benevolent King, some twit of a Prince who’d been crowned King on his sixteenth birthday a year or two before. “WiFi? I want freedom. And world domination.”
It was a nice afterthought. But the smirk worked its way across her face once more, and with a bearing of the torch forward, at such an angle it would light their path but that an updraft would not set her ablaze, she started down the pathway with fire in hand and in her eyes. True to a real castle, the stairs spiraled down into a dungeon-esque basement, crawling with spiders and encased in almost ten years of dust and webs.
Mal had never been ‘allowed’ down to the basement, per say, considering the contents of it: every collection of even remotely magical item that her mother could amass. Despite being altogether worthless on the Isle, Maleficent had had an eye for objects of power even in a world cut off from it. Most of the display cases lining the wall were built from glass panels from the mainland, some a little more shoddy than others, but all were almost impossible to see through for the film that had settled over it. As she walked along the pathway of the dungeon, she lit the torches along the wall with her own.
“Take anything that looks like we can use it.”
“World domination works to. I guess. Can we get all the T.V channels after though?”
Hand running along the wall as he descended with the girl in to the depths of what had once been a past generations pride, he couldn’t help but contain the large grin spreading along his features. It was undeniable; the burning determination in her blood had gotten them this far, and with any hope, it would get them to the finale along with the control and power they all wanted.
“You really think I’ll be able to pull this off Mal?”
Scanning the dust covered cases and artifacts illuminated by the firelight, his eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sheer amount of goods surrounding them. Maleficent had been bound to the island with the rest of them, and as a slight brow raised on the child’s face, he could only take a moment to ponder exactly where the dragon had gathered such a hoard. Pace pausing in Mal’s footsteps as he found his hand attempting to clear the dust off of a random display case, Carlos couldn’t stop himself from letting out a low whistle as he gazed upon the contents inside.
“Where’d your mom even get all this junk, anyway?”