Maleficent stood at the base of an old, mangled tree whose branches reached towards the sky. She stared off into the distance, remembering warm days during her childhood spent in this very tree. The ancient tree had an elegance to it; it stood in the same place no matter what happened to it. Even though the earth was crumbling away, leaving it on a cliff, there it stood. Maleficent found herself wishing that she had been as strong as her childhood home.
"Fairy godmother!" Maleficent was startled as someone tackled her into a hug from behind.
"Watch the wings, Beastie," Maleficent scolded, but her soft smile took the bite out of her words.
"What were you doing?" Aurora asked. She wasn't the little girl Maleficent remembered her to be; it had been a few years since she'd been crowned Queen of the Moors as well as the human lands. In fact, just last summer she married her