Petra's POV

          I raised an eyebrow at Mal, a bit taken aback by her question. Instead of answering I opened the door and gestured for her to come inside. Mal walked in the room and crossed her arms. "Well, can it?" She asked again, a bit more forcefully this time. I shut the door behind her and leaned against the wall. "Well, I don't know about breaking the barrier." I said, thinking her question through carefully as I replied. "But anyone who uses it can definitely pass through. Why do you need to know?"
          Mal sighed and sat on my bed. "I can't stay here, Petra." She said, almost in tears. "I can't stay in Auradon. I don't belong here." I hesitated for a moment, knowing how bad I was around people who are crying. But I sat by my friend and put a hand on her shoulder. "So what? You're going back to the Isle? The very place that, from what I heard, everyone is trying to get away from?"
         I'll admit, I'm not an expert on the Isle of the Lost. Sure, my boyfriend and a few of my friends grew up there. But back home no one really talked about it. All I knew was that Captain Hook, my father's arch nemesis, was sent there when I was young with all the other villains. My mother always changed the subject when I brought it up, and my father would just refuse to talk about it by saying that it didn't matter. Aside from what I've heard from Carlos, the Isle was a bit of a mystery to me.
         Mal wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I know, it's not exactly an ideal place for most people." She explained. "But it's my home, it's where I belong! And the longer I stay in Auradon, the more I realize that."
          I already knew what she was going to ask, so I got up from my seat and began looking through my bedside drawer. I might regret this later, but it wasn't me I was worried about. I finally pulled out a small pouch from the drawer and shut it. I turned to face Mal and toyed with the pouch for a moment, trying to think of the words to say.
          "If, if I give you this, I have 2 conditions." I said slowly. Mal stood up in front of me and nodded. "And those are?" "Number 1, you have to let me go with you." I said, holding up one finger. Mal immediately shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows. "What?" She asked. "Why would you want to go to the Isle?" "I don't." I quickly assured her, not wanting her to take it the wrong way. "But pixie dust can be pretty unpredictable, and if you don't use it right the consequences could be catastrophic. I'll just help you get there, and I'll go back right after." Mal still looked hesitant, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm a big girl, Mal. I can take care of myself."
Mal sighed and moved a stray piece of hair out of her face. "Fine." She begrudgingly agreed. "And the second condition?"
I held up my second finger. "You have to be absolutely sure you want to do this. Because you'll be leaving your friends behind, your family, Mal. And don't tell me they don't care about you, because they do. I've seen it. And if something happens you're not only hurting yourself, but them too."
Mal held out her hand to me. "I've thought this through, Petra." She said confidently. I thought about what I was doing one last time, not even completely sure I wanted to do this. But I wasn't about to let Mal see my twinge of fear. I set the pouch in Mal's outstretched hand. "So, when do we leave?" I asked, standing up straight. Mal grabbed her things and raised an eyebrow. "Right now, if you're ready." I glanced up at her and smirked, putting on my hat. "I always am."
When Mal said she needed pixie dust to get to the Isle of the Lost, I assumed she meant we were going to fly there. But for the millionth time today I was mistaken. "A scooter?" I questioned, examining the bright purple vehicle parked outside the school's front entrance. "We're taking a scooter to the Isle?" "I have a plan, trust me." Said Mal, putting on her helmet and climbing on the bike. "Now climb on, we don't have all day." I hesitantly sat behind Mal on her scooter. I'd never rode on anything like this before. "Shouldn't I be wearing a helmet too?" I asked. Mal glanced behind me and seemed to think about it for a moment, before saying "Just, hang on tight!" Before I could question her terrible reasoning, we were going full speed off campus and towards the shore nearest to the Isle of the Lost.

Carlos' POV

After Petra left a couple hours ago, I had set to work on finding an alternative to the truth gummy to put in my invention. I've been working on a machine that can do your homework for you, but ever since Dude gained the ability to speak I haven't gotten much done. "Hey Carlos!" Dude yelled from behind me. I rolled my eyes and glanced back at the dog. "Yes, Dude?" I said in a flat tone. Dude began to wag his tail and stood up. "You know what I feel like? Bacon. I love bacon. Let's go get bacon right now!" I didn't even bother to get up and continued to tighten a screw on my machine. "Maybe later, Dude." I said.
It was stupid things like that that were keeping me from working, but when I heard a knock on my door I finally gave up and figured I'd pick it up tomorrow. "Come in!" I shouted, standing up and setting down my screwdriver. When the door opened, I was met with Evie, Ben, and Jay walking into the room. The first thing I noticed was how strangely Ben was dressed. He was wearing way more leather then usual, and I'd never seen him wear a beanie until today. "Hey guys, what's up-" Evie suddenly mumbled out a phrase so fast that I couldn't make it out. "Uh, translation please?" I asked, looking to Ben and Jay for help.
Jay glanced at Ben and Evie, as if looking for permission to talk. Ben nodded and Jay stepped to the front of the group. "There's no easy way to say this, man." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. A gesture Jay only did when something was seriously wrong. "But Mal went back to the Isle, and she took Petra with her."
The world around me seemed to freeze. Mal and Petra? I knew they were good friends, but not 'run away to the Isle together' friends. I could feel some kind of pit in my stomach that was keeping me from thinking straight. "W-why would Petra go to the Isle of the Lost?" I asked skeptically. This had to be a joke, right? Ben was the one who spoke next. "Apparently she's using pixie dust to help Mal cross the barrier and coming back." He said. I shook my head and stepped forward, the pit in my stomach seemed to be filling up with something. Rage. "That doesn't matter!" I shouted. "Petra will stick out like a sore thumb on the Isle, not to mention how unpopular her dad is!" "Our thoughts exactly." Evie said, having calmed down a bit. "Which is why we're going to the Isle to bring Mal and Petra back."
Without thinking, I grabbed my jacket from the coatrack near the door. "Then I'm coming with you." I said. Jay smirked and grabbed my shoulder again. "That's what we're counting on." He said, then lead me out the door, followed by Evie and Ben.
When we got to the school's entrance, Ben had already arranged a limo to be left out for us. The same limo that brought Mal, Evie, Jay, and I to Auradon for the very first time. As we packed everything we needed in the trunk of the limo, I heard the patter of little feet behind me. "Hey! Where are we going!" Dude yelled as I shut the trunk. I started walking towards the back seat of the limo. "You're not coming, Dude." I scolded, opening the door and climbing inside. "But-" "No buts!" I said adamantly. "Now, if anyone asks, you don't know where we went."
"But I don't know anyways!" Dude argued. I nodded. "Exactly." I said, then shut the door.

Petra's POV

Mal finally stopped the scooter at the edge of a cliff far away from campus. I could see the Isle of the Lost clearly from here, it looked like a giant junk pile with dark clouds circling over it. But I didn't want to insult Mal's home, so I kept my opinion to myself. I climbed off the bike and asked Mal for the pixie dust. She handed it to me while she flipped through her spell book, looking for something. I opened the gas tank of the scooter and poured in just enough pixie dust to pass through the barrier and climbed back on the vehicle. "So, how exactly do you plan on riding a scooter over the ocean?" I asked, eyeing the water ahead of us.
Mal placed her finger on one of the pages in her spell book. "This should do the trick, hopefully." She replied. My eyes widened. "Hopefully?" I questioned, but Mal ignored me and recited her spell.

Noble steed, proud and fair
You shall take me anywhere

Once Mal shut her spell book and put it away, she glanced back at me. "You ready?" She asked, revving the engine on her scooter. I held on tight and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered. Mal looked back ahead and before I knew it, we were heading straight for the body of water ahead.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for something to happen. Maybe plunging into the ocean or the scooter spontaneously bursting into flames. At this point nothing would have surprised me. But after a moment or so I opened my eyes again to find that we had not, in fact crashed into the water. But we were riding on it as if we were still on land. "Huh, a magic spell book." I said to myself. "Who knew?"
Gazing ahead I could see the Isle getting closer and closer, yet Mal still hadn't slowed down. "Uh, we're almost to the Isle!" I shouted, hoping Mal would get the hint. But she simply nodded. "I know!" She shouted back, still not lowering the scooter's pace. So I shouted again "Maybe we should slow down?" I thought maybe being a bit more blunt would help. "I will, don't worry about it!" She replied.
However, when we were still going full speed at the point when I could see the faces of the people on the island I began to seriously worry about it. "Mal-" "Hold on tight!" She cut me off. Ahead, I could see an extremely narrow alley that looked like it went straight to the middle of the city. "I can't hold on any tighter!" I screamed, but by then Mal had landed the bike onto the street and began ravaging through the alleyway.
Sure, now Mal was beginning to slow down. But it didn't help much as we drove straight through a crowded marketplace, people diving out of the way and shopkeepers trying to protect their merchandise from getting damaged. By the time we stopped, I felt as if my hands were practically welded to the scooter. "You can let go now." Mal said as she climbed off the scooter and put her helmet on the handlebar. I rolled my eyes at her and pried my hands free. "I realize that, thank you." I said, my voice practically dripping with sarcasm as I stood up next to Mal.
I was finally getting my first up close look of the Isle. It was rather dark, and the place looked filthy. Not to mention all the shady characters walking around eyeing me like I was a piece of meat. Needless to say I wasn't too eager to stick around. "As wonderful as this place is, I think I better get back to Auradon before Tay starts to worry." I said, running a hand through my now disheveled hair to make it look a bit more decent. "So if you could give me that pixie dust back I'll be on my way."
Mal gave me a strange look. "I thought you had it." She said as more of a statement then a question. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked my bag. "Maybe, but I always keep it tied to my bag right-" My breath hitched in my throat at the sight before me.
The small drawstring that I had used to tie the pouch to my bag was there, but my pouch wasn't. Mal walked over to the bag to see what was wrong. "Mal." I said slowly, not believing what I was saying. "Someone stole my pixie dust."