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"My, what a lovely hotel." Giselle looked around, admiring the polished floors and high ceilings of the high-end hotel. She walked up to the concierge, not seeing the annoyed look on her face as she looked over the bright yellow sundress this obviously put-of-place girl was wearing. "May I help you?"

"Oh yes, I'm here for Mister... um... Chernabog?" The concierge perked up at the mention of the very important name.

"You're a guest of Mr. Chernabog? Oh yes I'm sorry, here I'll get you his room number right away." She quickly typed into the small computer and told her "Penthouse. Top floor. Can't miss it."

"Thank you so much! Have a nice day!" Giselle quickly grabbed the bright red wagon loaded down with baked goods and flowers and wheeled her way to the elevator, attracting the attention of most of the lobby. After a quick elevator ride she made her way to a large heavyset door and meekly knocked.

An overly dramatic burst of smoke, and the demon was gone, making things appear as if nothing had happened (including fixing the walls where his wings smashed through by mistake). The Prince stood in the middle of the hall alone, dumbfounded. The servants who had witnessed the event had fled to get help, or perhaps to warn the others of a potential re-curse, it was hard to know. But it was noticed by Adam, he was still in shock...

Again?

He got cursed again?

Fell for the same trick... He couldn't believe it. Adam regained enough composure to walk up the stairs and into his room, his mind frantically trying to find reason behind this. Adam was always known for his short temper, even as a child. He had inherited it from his father, everyone in the castle knew that. They also knew his bark was worse then his bite. But then... Why did the demon provoke him? Why did he poke and prod and pester until Adam lost his patience? Was it really to learn a lesson, or was it because the demon had nothing better to do with his time?

"Why me?!" Adam snapped, slamming his fist against the cupboard door.

                                                        Chernabog....

"Cursed because of my temper? What nonsense! You can't throw curses about because of personality faults! Sure, I'm not the calmest man in France, but I am certainly working on it. If only that blasted demon hadn't kept bothering me!" Adam was furiously pacing up and down the room, venting his frustation at the rose, as he was so used to during all those years ago. He stormed out onto the balcony (now that the storm had subsided) with the intention of slamming his fists against the stone in an effort to let out his anger. However, he only managed to step onto the balcony before he froze. He felt a pain, like he had pulled a muscle, but there was no specific source. It was across his entire body. The prince managed to gain enough control to throw himself back into the room before a sharp rush of pain coursed through his body. It was like his body was on fire! Everywhere gave a sharp prod of pain, yet he had no control over his body...

But then, his hands began to twitch. Fingers curled forward and quickly straightened only to repeat the cycle. They seemed... They were expanding in size.... Adam's breath stuck in his throat as a familiar fur colour began sprouting from his hands , covered his fingers and shot up his arms. He was thrown to his knees, letting out a cry as his spine clicked into a new position. It was like his entire skeleton was changing under his skin and he could feel every single crack of bone hitting against bone.  He couldn't move from his position of resting on his hands and knees, the pain was still too great. A rush to his head made the prince feel dizzy and lightheaded, which was probably just as well as he was numbed slightly from the effects of horns growing from his skull and the skull itself fixing into a more animal-like structure. But still, he let out a cry of pain, though it sounded more like a roar then any human sound. At this stage, he regained enough movement in his body to collaspe onto his side, his breath ragged and short. The room was spinning, even when he shut his eyes... But once they were shut, Adam did not want to open his eyes again. He didn't want to see, didn't want to know...

A large crate appeared in Maleficent's bedchamber. Inside the crate were books on plants, Magical Plants, Non-magical ones, Extinct ones and Plant Magic... And hidden in the middle of the crate, protected by her teachers magic, was an odd Green and Purple egg.....

Maleficent walked back to her chambers after a long day of work and was surprised to find the crate there. It had no note, but she knew from who it was. "Thank you Master." She said out loud.

((Beware feels, on mobile so I cant do a read more, will fix tonight when I get home!))

Chernabog had given Mickey the best Christmas ever. For a full 24 hours he got to spend time with Uncle Walt, a gift he thought could never be possible.

They had had a Christmas Mickey would never ever forget. He’d taken so many pictures he’d need a whole photo album just for this day alone! The twins very first Christmas, and they got to spend it with Uncle Walt, and the man adored the twins.

But with all the good food and good company, and the fact he’d stayed up over 24 hours just so he wouldn’t miss a moment of the gift he’d been given, the little mouse was beginning to nod off while him and Uncle Walt were watching some old Christmas Classics. The twins having been put to bed hours ago.

"Mick, if you’re tired you should go to bed." Walt said ruffling the mouse’s furry head.

"Wh-what? I’m…I’m not tired, no sir." Mickey said between yawns. Walt just laughed and pulled him closer to hug him from the side., causing Mickey to just snuggle into him more. "This has been the best Christmas ever.." Mickey mumbled before sleep finally overcame the little guy.

Walt smiled sadly, knowing he only had a few short minutes before his time was up. He gently moved Mickey to be resting on the couch arm and stood up. He hurried over to the counter to find a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a letter.

He set it where he knew Mickey would find it, and headed back to Mickey. “Merry Christmas Mick.” he whispered as he vanished into a speck of light.

'Sometimes friends have to leave, it's very sad but true. But this I do believe, they stay a part of you. Even though I have to go away, to be some other place, I will think of you each day and see your smiling face.

And I will always be your friend, no matter where we are, just around the bend, or very, very far. Wherever you will go, when you reach your journey’s end, no matter what. I will always be your friend.

Finally out of there. Maleficent turned around and watched what once was her home. Home, that word didn't seem right to her. She never felt welcome there and now she was finally free. It had cost the life of another fairy and why did that matter?

She had stolen a horse and now needed to find a place to go. She was still 18 after all, and needed someone to train her in the dark arts that fascinated her so much. There was one creature with all the knowleadge about it, Chernabog the god of Evil. She had read everything about him and knew where he lived.

She guided the horse to the Bald Mountain. it wasn't an easy jorney but she managed to get there after a few days, using her magic to defend herself and to get food.