"Michael what do I do? I can't hide the truth from her forever." Uma groaned as she stared at her cousin through their video chat.

He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Then don't hide it Uma. Like it or not, we're part Cecaelian. Our mothers' pasts will always be apart of us. Ulma deserves to know where her family comes from."

She scoffed. "She knows where her family comes from."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Does she really? Last I checked she was learning more about her heritage in school than from you."

Uma's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"

"Ulma confides in Marilla, and Marilla confides in me. Uma, I can't force you to talk with your daughter but you should. Answering her questions won't cause any harm."

Uma sighed in defeat. "I know, but the Cecaelian side, the magic side of our family, is dangerous. I thought maybe when she started sword fighting, she'd embrace the pirate side of our family and forget about the Cecaelian. But then..."

"...she transformed for the first time." Michael finished. "I remember, it was her tenth birthday."

"The kids, the parents, they were scared of her. Most of them left." Uma said softly. "Even I can't transform without my mother's necklace to aid me. Ulma's magic is more powerful than mine ever was. Auradon may be a place of opportunity, but not everyone is willing to give second chances. I just want to protect her."

"I know." Michael admitted. "But you can't stop her from using her magic. It's a part of who she is. One way or another, she'll discover the answers to her questions. If I were you, I would do my best to answer her questions myself before she resorts to that."

Uma nodded. "You're right, thank you Michael." She turned her head as footsteps echoed in the background before turning back to face the screen. "Sounds like the kids are up. I'll talk to you soon."

"Good luck Uma. Bye."

Uma hung up her phone and headed into the kitchen. As she turned the corner she ran into the back of someone else.

"What the...Connor?"

He chuckled as he turned to face her. "Oh hi Aunt Uma. I hope you don't mind I snuck in last night."

Uma smiled as she pulled him into a hug. "Of course not dear. You know you're always welcome here."

Connor smiled, returning the hug. "Thanks. Home hasn't exactly felt like home recently."

"I know that feeling well." She replied breaking the embrace. "Good morning Ulma."

Ulma turned and met her mother's gaze. "Morning mom."

She sighed and placed a hand on Ulma's shoulder. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have have snapped at you. You deserve to know the truth."

"I'm sorry too mom. I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry." Hope flashed through her eyes. "Does this mean you'll answer my questions?"

Uma sighed. "Yes...but not until you're eighteen."

"Eighteen!?" Ulma snapped. "Why can't you answer them now?"

"Ulma calm down. I'm sorry but it's not the right time. When you're older---"

"When I'm older!? I'm almost 16! I can sword fight and get my learners permit but I can't know about my family!? That's not fair!" Ulma snapped.

Uma sighed. "Please Ulma, be reasonable. You'll learn in time what you want to know. You'll just have to wait a little longer."

"You always have an excuse. Just face it, you're never going to tell me." Ulma grumbled. "Come on Connor, let's get out of here. I need some air."

Ulma stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Connor sighed and glanced back at Uma. "I'll talk to her. Don't worry."

⚔

Connor jogged down the street as he caught up with Ulma. "Hey slow down."

"Can you believe her!?" She ranted. "How can she force me to wait two years!? Why can't she just tell me!?"

"I'm sure she's just trying to look out for you. At least she agreed to tell you eventually right?" Connor reasoned.

"It's still not fair." Ulma huffed, turning to face him. "Text my mom and tell her we're staying at your house. It will give me a day before anyone realizes I'm gone. I'll sneak back to get my clothes later. I'm going to the Isle."

Connor sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that."

⚔

Ulma stared out over the water towards the faint glowing lights of the Isle. She adjusted the weight of her backpack as the sound of car tires crept closer.

She turned around and smiled in relief as the limo came to a stop. "About time."

"Sorry, I had to make one extra stop." Connor chuckled as he got out, tossing her the remote.

"What do you mean?" She asked as the doors of the limo opened.

"Did you really think you could leave without saying goodbye to us?"

She stared in disbelief as Max and Matt joined them on the beach. "I thought I told you not to tell anyone!?" Ulma hissed.

"Well...." Connor drawled. "You didn't exactly specify not to tell anyone. Besides, they kinda just showed up and once I told them the plan they said they had something that could help."

Ulma looked curiously at the twins. "What exactly do you two have?"

Max grinned as he pulled out  a small object from his pocket. "Take this with you."

"Another remote?" She questioned, taking the object.

"It's not a remote." Matt chuckled. "It's a beacon. Press the button and it will send a distress signal to the receiver we installed in our cellphones. That way, you can contact us discreetly if you get in trouble."

Ulma smiled as she placed it in her backpack. "Thanks, but hopefully I won't need it."

"Yeah hopefully." Connor agreed. "Are you really sure you want to do this? There's still time to order pizza and have movie night."

She laughed and reached up to touch the necklace around her neck, a gift from King Triton when she was born. "I need to do this, but when I get back we'll definately have that movie night."

Connor shrugged. "Worth a shot. By the way, your outfit is awesome. The color brings out the highlights in your hair, makes your eyes stand out, and it reflects your pirate heritage. You've definately got the "Isle Style" down. That's what Aunt Evie calls it right?"

Ulma laughed. "Yes Mister Fashion Guru, that's what she calls it. Now, wish me luck."

The boys pulled her into a hug before allowing her to walk to the edge of the water. She closed her eyes and imagined her legs becoming tentacles and her clothes becoming part of her cecaelian body. A warm sensation ran through her, a sensation she remembered from long ago when she had first transformed at her pool party.

When she opened her eyes, her clothes and backpack were gone and her cecaelian form supported her on the sand. She gave her mesmerized friends a final wave before plunging into the sea.

Even in the dark, Ulma could make out the shapes of fish and coral all around her. She swam to the surface and looked back one last time at her friends who were now small figures on the beach before turning towards the Isle.

There's a line where the sky meets the sea

And it calls me

But no one knows how far it goes

All the time wondering where I need to be

Is behind me

I'm on my own

To worlds unknown

Ulma dove under the waves as she continued swimming towards the Isle. The light of the moon like a spotlight under the sea, allowing to take in the creatures and sights around her.

Every turn I take

Every trail I track

Is a choice I make

Now I can't turn back

From the great unknown

Where I go alone

Where I long to be

Ulma broke the surface once more. She was now only a few yards away from the Isle. She stared longingly at the Isle as she swam towards it.

See her light up the sky and the sea

And she calls me

Yes I know that I can go

There's a moon in the sky

And the wind is behind me

Soon I'll know

How far I'll go!

Ulma slowly reached out and touched the barrier. It shimmered under her touch in an array of colors. Behind it she could make out a dimly lit dock and houses lining the shore. She swam slowly around the barrier until she reached a piece of shoreline.

Checking to make sure no one was around, Ulma carefully transformed back. She pulled off her backpack and took out the remote Connor had given her.

"This is it." Ulma whispered to herself as she pressed the button.

The barrier shimmered and parted before her, leaving a hole big enough to walk through. Taking a deep breath, Ulma stepped through and shut the barrier behind her before putting the remote safely in her backpack. She had made it.

Ulma placed a hand on the hilt of her sword as she walked further inland. The red tassle hanging from the end brushed her finger tips as she walked. Ulma to comfort in knowing she was armed as she explored this new place.

She followed the shoreline towards the docks, keeping her head down and shoulders haunched. The buildings of the Isle looked old and worn, but they weren't as dilapidated as her mother had described. As she passed a closed produce stand, Ulma notice it looked decent, unlike the rotten food she had heard about.

Her Aunt Mal and Uncle Ben had been working to make the conditions of the Isle more livable over the years and it was clear their efforts had paid off. Things had changed, not completely, but greatly.

As Ulma reached the edge of the dock, she looked up at the large sign hanging over the nearby shop. "Woah."

It was her grandmother's shop and home. Ulma wanted to walk in and announce her arrival then and there, but she knew it wasn't the right time.

If she was going to meet the famous sea witch, she was going to do it when she had back up she could trust. Taking one last look at the shop, Ulma turned and headed down the dock.

Boats of all shapes and sizes were tethered in the small, makeshift marina. Their paint was chipped and barnacles grew on their underbellies yet they floated proudly, reminding everyone who saw them of what used to be.

After what seemed like forever, she finally saw a familiar dark wood hull with the words Jolly Rojer painted on the side. A ship she had only seen in books was now floating before her, larger than she had imagined.

A new spark lit a fire inside her as she walked up the plank and onto the deck. She had made it to her grandfather's home. A place Ulma had thought she would never see.

She stared in amazement at the height of the masts and the width of the sails as they rippled lightly in the evening breeze. Ulma reached out towards the rope ladder to climb into the crow's nest when the sound of a sword being unsheathed came from behind her.

Instinctively, Ulma unsheathed her own sword and spun around, blocking her opponent's blade. The sound of clashing blades echoed across the deck as Ulma looked up and locked eyes with her attacker.

Author's Note

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