It's not fair. It's not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We're living a fairy tale someone else wrote.

We've been wicked for such a very long time, you know. It does get tiresome after a while.

Prove that you are my daughter, prove that you are mine. Prove to me that you are the blood of the dragon. Prove you are worthy of that mark on your skin.

Villains don't have friends, and neither do their children. Not when you get right down to it.

Crap. I thought that picture was you.' He pointed. 'That's not me. That's my mother,' Mal said with a sigh. 'Woah, you really do look like her, you know,' Jay said. 'You two could be twins,' Evie agreed. 'That, my friends, is called genetics,' Carlos said with a smile.

What Mal wanted, more than anything, was to be just like her mother. Exactly like her.