She shall prick her finger...

“Oh, dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event, I'd best be on my way.”

The air, however, suddenly chilled- as a certain wingless fairy watched from a distance; recognizing the prince almost immediately. Could you blame her? After all that 'heroism', he still dared to step foot within her long abandoned land? Maleficent rose from the arm of a tree she has nested in for the time being- eyes flashing dangerously as her voice booms throughout the rotting shrine.

"I suggest you turn back now, my dear Prince."

The flightless fairy's normally regal voice was laced with coldness. Malice.

phillip stepped away from the stone, wanting more than anything to reexamine it with a fresh set of eyes, but his nerves were firing constantly and his fear was prevalent. it was no time to let his guard down, especially if he didn't know where the sorceress was.

he was only a boy the last time he'd seen maleficent, but even then the young prince's view had been greatly obstructed by the long billowing cloak his father had tried to hide him behind. she was an enemy he knew nearly nothing about—except that possessed enormous power. and was all too eager to quash innocence.

"I suggest you hold your tongue, Your Highness."

With a wave of her staff, Maleficent's form soon was behind the prince- keeping distance. As if knowing he might try to take a swing. Like the fool he is.

"May I remind you that I could so easily harm you, child."

It was a hushed voice that drew from up top a nearby tree- the only thing other than the glow coming from Gothel's hands that broke through the darkness was the bright hues of the fae. Amusement gleamed in her eyes as she stared down the woman, lifting the back of her palm to her lips. How quaint. Yet another fellow cold blooded human Maleficent stumbled upon- but the chant she spoke of was quite the interest.

Squawking thundered through the night sky as a raven swoops down- yoinking whatever the hooded woman held in her hands before suddenly landing on the deity's extended hand. Maleficent only merely pulls the black feathered fiend close to her when he landed- humming as she carefully plucks the item from Dival's mouth.

"You don't need this...do you~?"

Of course it was a taunt.

Gothel had no time to react before the Sundrop was snatched away by the bird.

Gothel's heart stopped, as the raven plucked the flower and carried it back to the sudden voice.

"No!" Killing the flower would kill the gift from the sun.

"How interesting. A flower bloomed from the sun... You surely must've done some research, haven't you?" Maleficent mused, her red lips only curving up more.

"It would be a shame to crush it, but then again..." It was as if the green skinned woman knew the power of the flower. She could feel it within her finger tips, despite the magic trying to protect itself away. It was a game of debating... Crush it within her grasp- or. Make the woman more mad. Decisions decisions... Ultimately the wingless fairy handed the wilting flower back to her trusty raven and whispered for him to go. The dark winged bird took flight as the fairy slips from the tree, her shadow in the pale moonlight slowly but surely covering Gothel as she stared down.

"You wish to appear younger? You do not need a silly little plant to be that way." Maleficent slowly started to circle around the grey haired maiden, her staff hitting down on the soft ground below their feet.

"I could always grant that to you. Unless, of course, you'd rather do it the hard way."

Curses died on Gothel's tongue, her mother had taught her enough to recognize a faerie when she saw one, and Gothel knew better than to insult a fae.

If that were not enough, the faerie's words piqued Gothel's interest enough to hold her tongue.

"Why. What an offer I simply can't refuse. Especially if you would like to get your youth back... Follow me if you wish. I suppose we could always make arrangements. But then again," Maleficent teased, "maybe you wouldn't mind succumbing to your age."

The horned fae turned, her staff tapping on the soft grass below with every step she took- almost as if challenging Gothel. Daunting even. Wanting to pull her in the further the green skinned woman got away. As if waiting to have her bite the enticing apple of looking younger again.

in the distance, phillip could still hear the trickle of the stream he'd just crossed. it flowed gently, the edges suffering from extreme overgrowth as was everything in the once sacred place. he couldn't help but wonder who'd been here last and how long it'd been since someone came with the intention of worship.

The air, however, suddenly chilled- as a certain wingless fairy watched from a distance; recognizing the prince almost immediately. Could you blame her? After all that 'heroism', he still dared to step foot within her long abandoned land? Maleficent rose from the arm of a tree she has nested in for the time being- eyes flashing dangerously as her voice booms throughout the rotting shrine.

"I suggest you turn back now, my dear Prince."

The flightless fairy's normally regal voice was laced with coldness. Malice.

The tall, lean woman's eyes snapped down to the blonde princess- eyes widening briefly before they narrowed into a skeptical gaze. The princess was the last person she would expect, and would ever want, to bump into deep within the woods. Pushing her back slightly more up against the tree she resided in, her eyes flashed- staring Aurora down with a fierce look.

"Beasty." Was all the Mistress of evil said. Tilting her head up to look far more regal. And far more intimidating.

"My name is Briar Rose," The poor naïve child, she did not realize the danger she was in.

The Three Good Fairies she knew as her aunts had told her nothing of her true identity or of Maleficent and her curse, only not to talk to strangers, but she'd seen the tall, elegant woman before, deep in the forest, so she wasn't a stranger really.

"Well, sweet child, my name is Maleficent." It already felt wrong to greet the girl even a bit warmly. But alas- her plan was in motion; it even offered the villain a gateway to getting the princess far closer to her fate. After all, it was only a month away from her 16th birthday.

"I'm assuming you have seen me around, no?"

"I wasn't referring to the throne." She'd stumbled upon Maleficent by chance, but she wasn't shocked the wicked fae was here, she saw her so often in her nightmares it wasn't surprising in the slightest.

"You should have thought of that sooner."

Maleficent's eyes were harsh. Cold. Lifeless. Just like the heart that once resided in the green fairy that had turned to stone. All due to the very beings she had once thought of as her friends showing their true colors. She did give the kingdom a second chance; only to be shown that no one cared. Not even the sweet queen that Stephen married offered the wingless woman kindness until her baby was threatened.

"I have warned you once, Leah. I have given your kingdom a second chance...alas," the deity leans over the moon queen- growing quiet before flicking a strand of hair away from the blonde's face. Pathetic, really.

"Your kind has shown me you all do not show any love. Compassion. Respect. Unless it is to save yourselves." In a sense, humanity was just as dark and cruel as she. If not, worse. The fairy didn't need to show their daughter mercy, yet she did. Provided true love did exist.

"In my eyes, you haven't suffered enough."

It was a hushed voice that drew from up top a nearby tree- the only thing other than the glow coming from Gothel's hands that broke through the darkness was the bright hues of the fae. Amusement gleamed in her eyes as she stared down the woman, lifting the back of her palm to her lips. How quaint. Yet another fellow cold blooded human Maleficent stumbled upon- but the chant she spoke of was quite the interest.

Squawking thundered through the night sky as a raven swoops down- yoinking whatever the hooded woman held in her hands before suddenly landing on the deity's extended hand. Maleficent only merely pulls the black feathered fiend close to her when he landed- humming as she carefully plucks the item from Dival's mouth.

"You don't need this...do you~?"

Of course it was a taunt.

Gothel had no time to react before the Sundrop was snatched away by the bird.

Gothel's heart stopped, as the raven plucked the flower and carried it back to the sudden voice.

"No!" Killing the flower would kill the gift from the sun.

"How interesting. A flower bloomed from the sun... You surely must've done some research, haven't you?" Maleficent mused, her red lips only curving up more.

"It would be a shame to crush it, but then again..." It was as if the green skinned woman knew the power of the flower. She could feel it within her finger tips, despite the magic trying to protect itself away. It was a game of debating... Crush it within her grasp- or. Make the woman more mad. Decisions decisions... Ultimately the wingless fairy handed the wilting flower back to her trusty raven and whispered for him to go. The dark winged bird took flight as the fairy slips from the tree, her shadow in the pale moonlight slowly but surely covering Gothel as she stared down.

"You wish to appear younger? You do not need a silly little plant to be that way." Maleficent slowly started to circle around the grey haired maiden, her staff hitting down on the soft ground below their feet.

"I could always grant that to you. Unless, of course, you'd rather do it the hard way."

It was a hushed voice that drew from up top a nearby tree- the only thing other than the glow coming from Gothel's hands that broke through the darkness was the bright hues of the fae. Amusement gleamed in her eyes as she stared down the woman, lifting the back of her palm to her lips. How quaint. Yet another fellow cold blooded human Maleficent stumbled upon- but the chant she spoke of was quite the interest.

Squawking thundered through the night sky as a raven swoops down- yoinking whatever the hooded woman held in her hands before suddenly landing on the deity's extended hand. Maleficent only merely pulls the black feathered fiend close to her when he landed- humming as she carefully plucks the item from Dival's mouth.

"You don't need this...do you~?"

Of course it was a taunt.

--- When You Wish Upon A Star.

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