It's one of those awkward moments trying to write a MaleficentXHorned King fanfic, then suddenly getting another idea for another, complete different fanfic!
I was sort of inspired by Candyandsugarysurprises fanfic 'It's only Programmed' which is centered around Turbo and Vanellope - For those of you who are fans of Wreck-It Ralph, I highly recommend that you read that fanfic. It is a very good fanfic, and is very well written.
Anyway, you could say that I was sort of inspired by the aforementioned fanfic. However, instead of Wreck-It Ralph, this one'll be based on Walt Disney's 16th animated film, Sleeping Beauty.
I've found the idea of Aurora and Maleficent becoming friends to be somewhat interesting, but not to the point of them becoming BFF's - And no, I do NOT intend to write ANY romance between these two.
Anyhow, let's start! Roll the tape! ~ Kraken Guard
The prince was cornered; The force of the fire was strong and knocked his shield clean from his hand. Philip could only watch as his only means of defense fell into the burning flames that awaited at the bottom of the cliff - the cliff that he was trapped on. Between the steep edge that would surely lead to his demise should he choose to jump, the prince was also faced with a terrible monster; A gigantic, winged beast, with scales as black as a starless night and eyes that glowed with a malicious, yellow light.
A mocking laughter was heard from the great beast. Prince Philips' only means for defense was gone. Now, he was nothing more than an easy kill.
But it was not to be his end; In a hurry, the three good fairies flew to his aid and enchanted his sword; "Thou sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!"
The dragon prepared itself to deliver the finishing blow with its infernal fire. Now was the chance; Gathering up all the strength he could muster, Prince Philip threw his sword, hurling it toward the foul creature and lo, it struck straight and true, flying to and embedding itself within the creature's heart.
A scream rang through the air; Not the death-cry of a beast, but of a woman. With one last effort, the dragon lunged forward to destroy Philip once and for all, but the prince evaded the creatures attack. The earth beneath the dragon began to rumble and crack, breaking beneath the creatures weight. The beast tumbled down, lifeless.
The hellfire surrounding the combatants diminished. As Philip stared down the ledge of the cliff, all that remained of the fight was the sword, embedded in the darkened cloak what once belonged to the Mistress of all Evil.
Maleficent knew that she would emerge from the battle as the victor, but fate had something else planned. She had felt it; That piercing pain as the Sword of Truth embedded itself within her very heart. If it was to be her end, she would be dragging Philip down into the bowls of hell with her. But she could not deliver the attack that would have surely ended his life. Philip evaded her attack, and Maleficent could feel the very earth beneath her scales give way.
There was nothing she could do; No way to save herself. No way to wreak her vengeance on the man what felled her. Her body fell cold, and she felt herself consumed by darkness.
Suppose that was what she wanted; To be bathed in eternal darkness, without light, without warmth. Cold was her blanket, and darkness provided her with comfort. Hell was her home, but she refused to die. She refused to allow Philip this victory - He, or those sniveling sprites their happily ever after.
No, Maleficent had no fear of death, but she could not give up. She refused to accept this defeat. She was not afraid of what the afterlife may hold, but to be cheated of her victory was unacceptable.
A lit candle could not give light without the creation of a shadow. Maleficent? She had all the powers of hell at her command. During her last moments, she had bound herself to the sword what slayed her.
Maleficent would return.
Alas, the spell was a gamble. When and if she would return was beyond her knowledge. In truth, Maleficent had doubts that the spell would even work. No known tale had been told of a fiend with the power to return from the world of the dead, so perhaps her spell was all for naught.
But then, she awoke.
The pain from the Sword of Truth still lingered and felt as fresh and painful since the day it had struck.
Would Maleficent scream from the pain? Once was good enough. As tempting as it was to cry out in pain, Maleficent restrained herself from so much as gasping from how painful it was.
When the fairy came to, she had found herself surrounded by trees. Lest she be mistaken, but she could only assume that this was the forest near the castle of King Stefan himself.
When she had awoken, Maleficent had found herself completely unarmed; She was without clothes, but worse was the absence of her staff. Without her staff, Maleficent was powerless(as much as the thought twisted her gut, she could not ignore that fact).
Oh, she would have gladly marched to King Stefan's castle(regardless of her lack of concealment) and murdered all in her path, unleashing her fury upon all those who dared to oppose her. But Maleficent was only capable of wielding her powers if she had her staff in hand.
Alas, revenge would have to be saved for another time and day. If any of Stefan's royal guards were out patrolling the forest, Maleficent would have to become scarce and see to it that she was not discovered.
What would he have in store for me, Maleficent wondered to herself. Would she be imprisoned? Sentenced to death for the cursing of his firstborn? Maleficent smirked to herself at the recollection of seeing his face that day upon condemning the little princess to death.
"Seize that creature!" The king commanded. Maleficent could only laugh at the kings foolishness. How could he possibly think that his guards could overpower me? Fool.
Alas, Maleficent could only wander so far. The pain was exhausting, and the fairy became fatigued. Try as she could, Maleficent could no longer keep on walking, and collapsed.
The feeling of weakness sickened her. How could the Mistress of all Evil be reduced to such a pathetic state? She lived again, but she did not come back so that she could be in such a helpless state.
Maleficent was tired. She needed rest. Yes. Rest always helped, even for one as great and powerful as she.
But where would she rest? In all honesty, Maleficent showed little concern at that moment. The fairy lay there on the grass in exhaustion. So long as no one came and found her whereabouts, Maleficent could care less on where she would rest.
Soon, she drifted off into a slumber, her last thoughts being that of her raven.
