Descendants (oc x oc)

The grim, gray skies of the Isle of the Lost hung heavy, a perpetual shroud over the crumbling tenements and grimy streets. The air itself seemed to taste of neglect and forgotten dreams. Down below, amidst the cacophony of street vendors hawking stolen wares and children darting like shadows through the alleyways, Luna twirled, a splash of vibrant pink hair against the bleak backdrop.

She hummed a tuneless melody, her movements light and fluid, a stark contrast to the harsh realities surrounding her. Her purple eyes, usually wide with a quiet curiosity, were momentarily lost in the rhythm, a fleeting escape.

Then, the melody abruptly cut short. A familiar flash of mischievous green caught her eye: Mal, her twin, snatching a lollipop from the tiny, helpless hands of a baby. Luna's heart gave a familiar pang.

"Poor baby... he's so little. He doesn't deserve this."

Before Luna could even process the thought, the street erupted. Villains scattered like startled rats, a wave of fear rippling through the crowd. A chilling presence descended, suffocating the already thin air. It could only mean one thing.

Their mother had arrived.