Who: Maleficent and OTA (but can stand alone if needs to) What: An arrival with a hissy fit Where: above and then at the park When: today Rating: Moderate
Sixteen years. Sixteen long years of painstakingly looking for the little brat and she’d been nearly under Maleficent’s nose the entire time. Her minions had paid for their ineptitude and it had turned out perfectly fine in the end. The girl was located, easily manipulated, and practically dead now. Maybe a hundred year long sleep wasn’t as poignant as death by spindle, but it would do as punishment. How the King and Queen had thought slighting her as they had done all those years ago would have gone unnoticed was beyond her. Didn’t they know she had eyes and ears in all the lands? She knew every coming and going, every rise and fall to power. She’d practically instigated a number of them.
Once she’d slept Maleficent had half a mind to find the bumbling three and destroy all manner of goodness that still blazed within them. Twist them about until they were nothing but shells of their former glory for keeping the princess out of her grasp for so long. Destroy their happiness, taunt the young prince some more. She was fairly certain she could fit all that in before lunch. But sleep was required first, something she had sorely missed during all those fruitless nights of searching for the lost girl.
No sooner had she shut her eyes when Diablo’s cries could be heard echoing through the air. She ignored them at first, waiting for the bird to shut up so she could slumber. The cawing only seemed to become more frantic and she burst from her bed, sleep forgotten as she made her way to where the sound was coming from.
Irritation whirled through her as she appeared on top of the tower, ordering Diablo to stop talking. Except he was no longer squawking and as she took in his now stoney appearance she knew he never would again. Rage filled her at the sight of her one true companion and she watched as the prince and the damn fairies made their escape from her stone fortress. She could not lose, not now, not when everything was so close to enacting her revenge.
And then the world changed and she was no longer standing on her stone tower nor could she see the prince and fairies making their escape. The air tasted different, the aura of the world felt strange. A new realm. But how? It didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was that she had been denied justice and someone, everyone would pay for that mistake.
Swirling the staff overhead, she conjured up a furious storm. The once sunny sky turned black as night before rain began to pour down. Maleficent let out a terrifying cry, lightning whipping down from the sky and setting fire to whatever it touched. She pointed her staff downward and watched as waves of thorn bushes sprouted up along the city, stopping the metal beasts and covering the streets and buildings with thorns and roses.
She landed in the middle of what looked to be a park, watching the people who had been enjoying the sunny day running from all that was occurring. Their cries of panic were music to her ears and Maleficent smiled as she watched them go, listening to those sounds echoed throughout the city. Maybe she would be able to have a little fun here before finding her way home.
After all it was always so nice to show other realms why they shouldn’t mess with the Mistress of Evil.