Trees are fascinating things. There are some trees in the Isle of the Lost but Hedith had never seen trees with live leaves before. Most of them are just twisty, old branches and withering leaves, pass their times but these Auradon trees are something.

"Do you think I can climb that?" Hedith asked Uma. She looked up to the top and smiled with amusement.

"You could," she said and Hedith shrugged, not really thinking of doing such things. She likes climbing stuff but these trees are way to straight to climb. Maybe if she gets the chance and the mood for it, maybe she will.

"By the way, what did Mal...talk to you about?"

If there is Hedith loves the most about her baddy skills, it's lying. She can lie to anyone in a heartbeat and they won't see right through her. Call it a gift, a talent, a skill. Lying is like second nature to her.

"Conditions about the ember. And believe me, she's persistent," Hedith lied and picked up a berry from as bush that they passed by.

"No other things that she asked you about?"

"Nothing that I know of. Why?" Hedith asked, looking at Uma. She have a worried look on her face and Uma barely wears that on her face. She's the bossy, egoistic, pirate captain that can turn into a giant octopus lady. Worrying is not her style. But for Hedith whom she grew attach to, she will break her walls.

"I don't trust her....yet," Hedith stopped on her tracks, disbelieving her words.

"Yet?"

"Mal may have been a scheming fiend back in the Isle but you saw how soft she had gotten," Uma said and Hedith nodded, curtly. The image of her hugging Mal back at Auradon Prep's garden rushed back into her mind. Mal had truly became soft and Hedith don't know if she likes it or not. There are pros and con's in her change of heart.

One thing is that she can help her get out of the Isle and explore the greater world unknown to her. What do you know? Maybe even go to the Underworld and meet the undead soldiers. Her dad had told her about his two henchmen, Pain and Panic. And his queen of the Underworld, Persephone. She remembered Hades saying that she might like having to meet her step-daughters, but Hedith highly doubt it. For one, as much as Hedith loved her dad, he steal cheated on Persephone with Maleficent but then again, it didn't really worked out in the end.

Karma's a big bad She-Dog.

"—Hedith!"

"Huh? What?" Hedith snapped out of her thoughts at Mal voice. She looked ahead to see Uma and Mal waiting for her while the rest went ahead to Evie's little castle.

"You alright?" Uma asked and Hedith managed to pull off a confident smile.

"Never better. Just thinking is all," she followed and now walks in between the two girls.

"About what?"

"What would be my plans if I ever stay outside the barrier," she said. In her mind, she's one step away from getting that goal. Just a little more effort on this little voyage and she can finally be free of the shackles of the Isle. Be the Princess of the Underworld like she dreamt of being.

"What have you thought of so far?" Mal asked, slightly glancing at Uma who gave her a cautious gaze as well.

Now this just feels like a tug-of-war between the two of them, Hedith thought. Honestly, she finds it amusing seeing these two fight over her. Way better entertainment than watching the Isle boys brawl in some alleyway. She feels special, don't you think?

"For starters, I want to go to dad's kingdom. He did promise me the title of Princess in the Underworld."

"That's...nice," Mal said as they enter the castle, "Who manages the Underworld anyway? While Hades' gone?"

"You seriously think of that?" Uma sneered at Mal.

"Dad told me Uncle Thanatos co-rule with dad's wife, Persephone for a while. Honestly, I don't know what my step-mother does in the underworld. Probably grew some flowers in them for a little lady's touch," Hedith smirked, imagining a gloomy cave filled with roses and tulips with vines sticking on the wall. It kinda brighten things up a little bit.

"Wait, Hades had a wife?" Uma asked, plopping down on a chair. She wears a perplexed expression and that alone says she's not believing it.

"You... have a step-mom?" Mal obviously knew what this means.

"Twenty years in the Isle, minus fourteen. Six years. Yes, dad had an affair in his earlier years in the Isle," Hedith said. Honestly, knowing that she's a product of an affair doesn't really bother her like most things. She's the second child. What's worst is for the first child so it should affect Mal more than her. And Mal is doing a great job hiding it.

"That's sick."

"Aww. But look at the bright side," Hedith smirked, gesturing to herself, "If it weren't for that, I might not be here right now. Precious little Hedith is as good as a popped bubble."

"Why are we discussing this?" Mal asked.

"You asked who is in-charge of the Underworld while its king is away," Hedith said and looked around the castle. Her eyes then landed on the living room where she saw a pair of familiar red bonnets, "Wait, are those...?"

She quickly followed Celia to the living room with Mal and Uma on her tail. When she stopped by the entrance, her eyes widened.

There, on the couch, lay both Squeaky and Squirmy, Mister Smee's little boys. Both seemed fast asleep and unmoving from their spot. Across from them is Dizzie, Lady Tremaine's granddaughter. She couldn't care less about her but she quickly went to the twins' side and kneeled beside them.

"They're fast asleep," she muttered in a monotonous voice.

"The sleeping spell made it's way here, huh?" Mal said with a tone of dread and watch as Hedith caresses the twins' hair.

"These two were so nice to me back in the Isle," she said and gently pulled the blanket so that it wraps around them more nicely. Celia also watch her display of gentleness which is quite uncharacteristic for her, "Audrey's gonna pay for this."

"That's why we have to find her," Mal said, noting Hedith's angered tone, "and we'll need all the help we could get."

Mal and Uma left them alone and went to Evie's workshop. Hedith didn't followed and just sat at the foot of the couch, watching the twins sleep.

Yeah, she didn't have much friends in the Isle. Uma, Harry and Gil are more like brothers and sister to her so they don't really count. But these two. They're the closest to being a friend to her.

They're rarely seen apart from their dad and are very naive and innocent compared to other kids their age in the Isle. Well, they wouldn't be there if their father isn't a villain sidekick anyway. Mister Smee isn't even Isle material so he's more like those lesser evil villains. But the point is, whenever Hedith comes across these two, they manage to make her play with them. They show their secret cheerfulness and manage to make Hedith break her ice for a short time. She had grown close to Squeaky and Squirmy that she felt more alone when they were brought to Auradon.

"Hey, umm...Hedith?" she snapped out of her thoughts and whipped her head towards Celia who is awkwardly standing at the other end of the couch. Hedith's soft stare at the twins turned into a cold black one for Celia.

Celia was always scared of Hedith for the reason that she can do a serious damage on someone from what she had seen in their early years. Hedith is mischievous and has a short fuse. She snaps easily and around when they were six, there was a rumor that she punched Gaston Jr in the face that made his nose bleed. It happened because Gaston Jr provoked her by insulting her father. And the rumor was actually proven true when Gaston Jr walked around with a broken nose that took around two weeks to heal and avoid any path that Hedith takes in a daily basis.

Hedith, however, never liked Celia. She was bubbly. Too bubbly. She may be scheming like her old man, but Celia just gives her a bad vibe. Mostly because she's close with Mal and that's it. Although, she enjoys how she cowers around her.

"What?"

"Can I sit there?" Celia pointed on the spot under Dizzie's feet.

"Sure, knock yourself out," Hedith said, scooting away. Celia sat down, cross legged and tapped her fingers on her legs. There was silence besides the older girls' singing in the workshop.

Hedith took out her ragdoll and looked around the floor for a button since it gives her the impression that Evie accidentally drops some here.

"Wow! You made that?" Celia asked with pure amazement. Hedith gave her an indifferent nod and continued looking, "Is that Uma? Have you made a Mal one, too?"

"Why would I make a Mal Doll?" Hedith asked, incredulously. Celia withdraw and her some withered away.

"Oh, well I thought, since she's your sister."

"Have you've been paying attention at all, Voodoo girl?" Hedith glared and Celia draws back further, "Don't go talking to me about that just because you're filled in with our secret, because as far as I'm concerned, you're just an outsider in our affair."

"Yeah, sorry," Celia said and left Hedith on her task of finding a button, "But now that you make up, why don't you—"

"Have you heard a thing I said?" Hedith snapped and Celia quickly shuts her mouth, "And Mal and I didn't make up. We compromised."

This time, Celia decided to gather up her courage to actually speak to the girl she has been avoiding for years now.

"I can see that Mal is actually trying. Why can't you?"

"You sure do know how to piss me off."

"I'm doing Mal a favor here. She wants yo mend the broken bond between you, can't you just do the same?" Celia asked, careful not to raise her voice to high.

"Because..."

"Yeah?"

"Just...because!" Hedith sneered at her, standing up from her position and glared intently at the curly haired girl, "you think you can go around lecturing me on how to deal with my sister just because she's your little hero? The girl who saved you from the Isle? Well, guess again, Voodoo brain! You're not. If Mal really do care, she should've searched me out and not pick you up right away in this little program to Auradon."

"Well, at least Mal tried."

"Oh please. Stop using that word. Do you have any other thing to use besides tried? What about—"

"Hedith? Celia?" Mal called as she enter the room. She was alone. Hedith didn't realized that their little song and dance number is already over and now they have spread out, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Hedith mumbled and moved away from Celia, "Where's Evie?"

"In her workshop," Mal answered and Hedith tried walking pass her but she grabbed her arm, making her stop, "What is going on?"

Hedith turned to Mal and glared, "Tell me, why didn't you search me out when you came back to the Isle?"

"I—"

"Is it still because you don't want to be found out that you're a daughter of Hades, too?" Mal didn't answered and Hedith sighed in frustration, "Are you saying that Celia is really the best option to pick when you were choosing who would go to Auradon?"

"I thought we're over this?"

"You think just like that it's over, Mal? Not yet. I still want to know why? Why didn't you search me out?"

"No one knew."

"Evie does," Hedith countered, gesturing to Evie's workshop, "Why can't you just tell everyone? Tell everyone about me and Dad?"

"I'm not sure if they would understand," Mal said truthfully. It's no use lying to Hedith. If anything, Hedith's talent is knowing when people are lying for she is an expert at that. She knows she can't lie to Hedith. She will know just by how her pale blue eyes looks into Mal's green ones.

Mal knows she can't lie.

"Well," Hedith yanked her arm away from Mal and gave her a disappointed look, "If they can't, they're not worth it. That's what I've been telling myself since I was child."

She turned her heels and started walking away.

"And it haven't changed yet."