This is how the story starts.
The first ruler of the fae was a fairy, powerful in magic but weak of a broken heart. They were betrayed, once, and surrounded themselves with thorns of strength and malice so that none may come close enough to steal what pieces were left.
The first child of a king was a cursed human, isolated far from the rest of their kind in a cottage in the woods until the curse could be broken. They were noble of birth and pure of heart, in a way that has grown increasingly rare and infinitely more precious among the lands of men.
It all starts with a meeting, and with peace.
It starts with crumbling the thorns, vine by blighted vine, because however pure they might be humans are always best at systematic destruction. It starts with a fairy relearning how to soar and to laugh and to trust, until they can lift a curse so powerful none thought it could be broken.
The story continues with curiosity, and with trade. The human and fairy, both having grown into rulers of their peoples, became an example of harmony, until both sides dissolved the boundary between them, slowly but irrevocably. Humans explored the lands of the fae and were welcomed; fae journeyed through the lands of men and were taught.
It continues further still, with war. War of the truest sense, generations after the original rulers died; neighbor against neighbor, villager against their village, man against fae. The lands of human and fae had been well and truly joined by this time, and there was little defense against the destruction—not when the two kept such close company.
Battles raged across the countryside. The ancestral forests of the fae were overrun and torn down. The palace of the human king burned in the night and a new one was built, grander and of stone, on the ruins of the forest in the heart of what had once been fae lands.
In retaliation, the fae gathered and, all together, banished every human from the grounds they had once lived in. It was the work of years to change the marshy valleys into what it became, but by the end of it the fae had a paradise, built and cared for by their own hands and magic. Their territory was marked by great stone outposts, and any humans past that boundary were not welcome.
They called it the Moors.
The story ends at the last family from the line of the first ruler of the fae. They were three total; father, mother, and daughter. It ends with tragedy, with a girl orphaned too young to know the history of her lineage by the latest spate of fighting between fairy and human.
It ends with a girl, named in the same vein as every one of her ancestors since the first ruler, in honor and memory of how they were betrayed. Her mother was called Malignant; her father Beastly. And the girl? Her name is Maleficent.
But that is the beginning of another story.
A/N: Hi guys! Still alive.
I have no idea where this came from. I blame finals. But I'm almost done with those, so maybe I'll get around to doing that revamping of Twist I've been planning for a while...