I saddled my prized horse, Jade, as I tilted my head towards the beautiful blue sky. My frown from my conversation with my parents stayed planted on my face, growing darker as I thought back to it…

"YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE, ROSALINE!"

I growled in frustration, placing my arms over my chest.

"I am your daughter! Not your lapdog!"

My father, King Adam, slammed his fist on the table. We had been arguing like this for hours now, and with my mother, Queen Belle, out of the room, my father could release as much rage as possible without thinking.

"And as my daughter you are to obey and respect me! You are my youngest child, and I want to make sure your taken care of!"

I clenched my hands and glared harshly at him.

"By binding me in a loveless marriage to some ignorant, selfish royal? You only want to ensure that you have as many heirs to your throne as possible! You already have Lily and George's children; two girls, and a little boy! Plus one more on the way for George!"

He was about to speak before I stopped him.

"You have no need of me and I have no need to just sit here while you put me up for auction like… a common whore! You let both George and Lily choose their spouses, whom they love dearly, and I'm stuck getting my opinion and heart, thrown aside like filth! So you can forget about finding me a husband or anything from now on! Because I will not live with a monster for a father!"

"Rosaline!"

I turned around to see my mothers shocked expression. I stood straight and spoke icily.

"Mother."

She walked towards me and pointed to me angrily.

"You know how I feel about that word, young lady! And don't you ever aim it at your father!"

I backed away and glared hatefully at them both.

"It's how I feel as of now because of his choices! He deserves to be called a monster, not my father! If he thinks that his job as a father to me is just to make me marry some idiotic 'gentleman' and produce both him and my husband heirs a plenty, then he must be the embodiment of my thinking of a life not worth living!"

They both glared but I saw fear in their flaming eyes to match my own.

"If you want to make me live a life that is not yours to control, then you've just lost your youngest daughter. I want to fall in love on my own time and marry and have children with someone who will love me, not 'Princess Rosaline'."

My mother's rage softened as I said this and came up to touch my face.

"But you are Princess Rosaline, you're my little girl, and both me and your father want you to be safe and happy."

I took her hand of me gently and glared my fuming father.

"Mother, I'm sorry, but as of this moment, Princess Rosaline is dead."

She looked at me with shock, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"What? Rosaline-"

I shook my head and turned to the door, leaving my weeping mother behind me. Before my hand touched the door handle, my father spoke up in a warning tone.

"If you leave this room, don't ever think of coming back."

I was still for a moment before looking to the side at my father, or who looked like him. I looked to my mother, crying on the floor. Inching away from the door to sit beside her and hugged her before tilting her head up to look at me.

"I'm sorry, mother. Be safe and goodbye."

"Rosie, please…"

I looked at my father again before

"Maybe, if fate permits, I'll see you again mother. But that day is not today. Goodbye."

She whimpered but nodded as I stood up and faced both my parents.

"One more thing before I go, your Highness?"

He growled before standing beside my mother, helping her stand and looking at me. I lifted my chin defiantly.

"You always asked why I spent so much time in the Eastern Kingdom with my aunt Aurora and the Three Good Fairies."

My father looked at me with interest before speaking.

"Yes? And?"

I smirked and poised my fingers before speaking in a threatening tone.

"It's because what you fear the most is what I love. What I breathe and am fascinated with. And you shouldn't have tried to lock it away in… an unhappy marriage and a birthing chamber."

With that, I snapped my fingers and my body slowly, from the bottom of my sky blue dress, turned into rose petals. My mother and fathers faces turned as white as winter while they watched me. When my body was almost completely gone, I looked into my fathers eyes, then my mothers.

"Be afraid, my father, be fearful of what is to come."

My face disappeared completely and the petals flew out the window…

I let a few tears fall as I got up onto Jade. They want me gone? So be it. I was about to spur Jade into a gallop, but a voice that made me cringe and grind my teeth yelled out.

"Rosaline! My dear, where are you going?"

I turned to see Edmund, the snob of a man who thought he was as irresistible as a siren, standing beside Jade, who seemed to be ready to kick him if I said to.

"Away, Edmund. That's where."

He scowled, but forced a smile.

"Is that any way to talk to the man you so obviously love?"

My head snapped up and Jade grunted in disdain. My magic formed a tiny flame on my fingertips. I turned to face him and stuck my finger in his face threateningly.

"Edmund, if you for one second think I could ever hold any sort of affection towards you, I'd suggest admitting yourself into a mental institution! You over-confident, shallow, bastard of a man! Or should I say... boy?"

He paled at my angry tone. Before a witty remark could spew from his foul mouth, I nodded to Jade. She kicked him right in ribs, knocking him into a nearby water barrel. I climbed onto Jade, laughing maniacally at the scene of Edmund struggling to get out of the barrel.

"Have a nice bath, Edmund!"

I spurred Jade forward, laughing and relishing in the feeling of freedom.

My eyes grew heavy as Jade kept trotting forward. Two days without sleep wasn't good. Jade had slowed and turned her head to nuzzle me. I patted her face before falling off the saddle in exhaustion. I groaned at the pain and struggled to get up. Jade was beginning to get startled by something I couldn't see. I looked forward to see a shape in the burned forest glade. I gripped onto Jade for strength and urged her forward. As we got closer my eyesight began to clear. The shape was of a woman, tall and regal.

I gasped as I saw that the ladies skin was a sickly green, rivaling that of the plague. I was discouraged of helping her for a split second before I saw the pitch black blade lodged in her shoulder. I knelt beside her, despite Jade's obvious displeasure, and looked at her blood red lips, as her full face was hidden by the darkness of night quickly approaching. She didn't seem to be breathing, so I carefully lowered my head to her chest. A faint heartbeat. I looked behind me at Jade, then back at the woman.

My eyes wandered above me and saw, above the over hanging cliff that was towering over us, a dark, crumbling castle. I sighed.

"It'll have to do."

I picked up the surprisingly light woman and carried her to Jade without looking at her gaping wound. The horse protested at letting me put the lady on her before I gave her a soft, reassuring look. She softly whimpered at me as I gently laid the creature on her, grabbing Jade's reins and leading her in the direction of the possible safe haven.

I hated when my plans didn't turn out how I wanted them to. I saw goblin folk guarding the main gate and sighed. They could be easily dealt with but the magic I was taught might only render them unconscious for a few minutes. It was better then charging in so I did so. The guards all lowered themselves to the ground and started to snore almost... peacefully. I urged Jade forward before hearing the woman whimper. The blade was causing her discomfort and pain. I hushed Jade's fearful brays quickly before grabbing the woman gently from my horse's back before the blade caused more damage.

"Jade, go hide in the woods until I call for you... Quickly!"

She looked at me with uncertainty for a moment before nuzzling me and cantering off. I smiled at her retreating figure.

After Jade was given to me as a gift from my father, and we bonded quickly and easily. Jade was like my best friend and greatest ally, as after I had learned a telepathic bonding spell from my tutor, Fauna, I immediately tried it between Jade and I. If I had need of her, she would come running, as I would for her.

My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of soft hissing coming from my arms. I looked down to see the sword wound was starting to bleed profusely. I saved no time and rushed into the castle, avoiding stepping on any sleeping goblins. Once inside, I looked forward to see a decaying throne and a staircase leading to a tower through the gaping hole in the ceiling. I practically ran to the staircase and slammed open the iron door with my magic. I saw a desk covered in papers, a bookcase full of organized books behind it, and a bed that held only a pillow and some ragged cloth for a blanket. I didn't bother to ask myself who lived here as laid the woman down gently and conjured various items to heal her; A blanket to keep her warm, a proper pillow, and... removed her clothes. I let out a breath of relaxing air as I muttered a spell softly.

"Remove this jagged sword of fickle hate, remove its unwanted, accursed weight!"

An eerie white glow enveloped the sword and carefully drew it out. The woman squirmed and whimpered before I held her forehead, which felt slighter hard and bone like, and whispered calming words to her.

"Shh its alright, I'm almost done. Be still, dear lady, it's almost over."

My words made her stop and her hand reach towards my voice. I lit a candle nearby so I could see better, and what I saw shocked me. The woman, or I suppose fairy by the looks of her, had horns as black as the deepest part of Hell. Her face the same color as her body with sharp eyebrows and small creases that showed she expressed her emotions with her features quite a bit. My eyes widened at the ladies face that reminded me of...

"No... it can't be her... she was killed..."

With a wave of my hand, a bright light filled the small room. My hands went up to my mouth in fear as I saw the frightening figure of Maleficent, the witch who had cursed my aunt Aurora to die on her sixteenth birthday.

"It all makes sense... the black blade, supposed to pierce her heart, it missed and left her withering slowly in a sleep like death, what she had planned for her victim..."

My heart was confused, filling to the brim with rage and pity. On one hand, she was an evil soul who held no mercy for a simple misunderstanding as an invitation. On the other, as I looked at her now, whimpering and begging for help, I felt that anger melt away.

Tears started to crawl down her face as the sword was removed. Her eyes tried to open but a small flicker of black sparks shut them before she could open them completely. I grabbed it from the air and placed it on the nightstand. Summoning bandages, a needle and thread, and a cold cloth, I sat beside her on the bed. She grabbed my hand gingerly after groping around the sheets for a few moments, looking for my soothing touch. I couldn't help but smile and stroke her cheek.

"It's alright, Maleficent... I just have to close the wound and bandage it."

She absently nodded in her sleep. I put the needle in a candle's flame before placing a spell on her wound so she wouldn't feel it. My magic levitated the needle and sewed the injury quickly and efficiently. After it was done, I made it vanish and looked at Maleficent, her forehead sweating heavily. I placed the cool cloth on her, calming her movements, and whispered softly again to keep her assured that she was safe.

"Maleficent... Shh it's alright... I'm not going to harm someone who hasn't harmed me... "

She whimpered again as the pain settled after the last roll was secured on her chest. I watched her muscles relax and go slack as pleasant warmth calmed her. Her hand still held mine almost,... tenderly...

I shook my head and tried to scowl hatefully at her. When I saw her soft breathing and chest rising, falling, a smile on her elegant face, I found that I couldn't. She may have cursed my aunt, but I didn't know her personally. She could either be the evil, murderous being that I've heard of or... a wounded, hurting woman who needed my attention and care. Simple as that. I chuckled as I thought that I sounded so much like Fauna.

I squeezed her hand to comfort her and let go. She sighed contently as I left her side to sit in a chair. I tried to distract my thoughts from Maleficent's sleeping form by looking around the room. The whole castle was rotting and gaping holes made the place drafty. The desk was covered in an unorganized matter while the shelves were untouched. I made a mental note to patch up the room before she awoke. My eyes closed in thought before hearing Maleficent cry out. My head whipped in her direction and saw her twitching and thrashing in her slumber.

I rushed to her side and held her hand, tracing my fingers gently over her horns. My touch didn't help and my heart became rapid in panic. She started to murmer incoherent sounds before I heard her silken, powerful voice shriek.

"NOOOOO!"

Her movements would break the new stitching if she continued. I looked around for something, anything to help me soothe her squeals. I looked down at her again and a shot of pain streaked through my heart. I felt something hidden and strong burst to life slightly, making my mind go blank. I had no control over myself, and started to lean my head towards hers. My eyes raked over her face and body only to rest on her lips.

Her lips, so inviting and the color of a freshly picked rose. My mind wouldn't let me command my body to stop. I leaned ever closer and put a hand on Maleficent's cheek. My eyes widened in horror at whatever dark magic or ethereal being was going to make me do. I tried to pull away but the magical force was too strong. My struggles were not in vain, but only slowed the inevitable.

I had never offered, given, nor received a kiss from anyone on the lips. And I did not want my first to be with Maleficent. It was unheard of for two women to kiss or be together. And she's...

"N-No... I can't s-say she's evil... I-I don't know her..."

The magic strengthened and pushed me forward more until my nose was barely touching hers. I realized that despite my magics ability, I could not stop this. Tears welled in my eyes before they showed defeat in their blue depths.

I sighed and gave in to whatever twisted beings will commanded me to do this.

Her lips didn't feel cold and heartless as I had thought. They tasted like fire and... purity. She tasted of such heaven that I had never seen nor heard of. I found myself becoming relaxed and at peace, more at peace then in all my years. I felt her squirming slowly stop and her body tense. My eyes shut in bliss as I parted from her, breathing heavily.

When I looked back up with hazed over eyes I didn't expect to see two golden eyes starting to open and stare back.