Can good come from evil?
Can light come from dark?
Maleficent watched as the Nobodies charged, her great fires barely holding back the flood. She mused to herself the odd circumstances she had arrived in. Saving whom she hated while he destroyed her ultimate aspiration. Pete was smacking away at the nobodies vigorously, but it was futile, they were a mere distraction. The sorceress mentally explored what would happen to her if she was defeated. Of course, she would be torn to pieces, or maybe turned into a mere heartless. Then again they would probably just take her heart directly to that great moon, hear heartless might be too much of a threat. So much for thoughts, the nobodies were breaking through the fire and closing in on her. Her staffs gem flashed and the nobodies found themselves pelted by a vast array of magic and dark creatures. More were coming, and Pete was being slowly forced back. As the nobodies were about to reach her the great enchanter felt something strange. Was that the light? Maleficent smiled as she was overcome.