There I held her hand tight. Her long nail tickled among my skin, then those ever lasting words were heard with my very own bantam ears. She lifted her self up and wiped my dejected tears, then headed out of our rusted layer , and gave my a look that I will never forget. She waved, her final wave then left. Those words are still with me

My dear daughter do not cry for I am with you, and I love you - Maleficent

After the death of my dear mother I and my friends all concurred and decreed to plot a barbaric, cruel plan that will make them all remorseful that they ever stared upon our mother and fathers eyes. Jay is mostly angered about the one and only Jafars death, his is room full of pictures and delineation of Jafar. He is almost like his biggest fan...

Unlike Jay, Eve likes to forget and not to forgive. Her illusionistic dreams catches us in a thought. Her dream of being a princess or wearing a gown discombobulates me at all times.

Carlos in the other hand is hysteric freak, one scream and you know he probably saw a animal. His parents grew him up as a animal hater be for they died.

And I Mal have no dreams or fears than the plan working out just as I want it...