April.6th is what the creatures behind the forest that separated the humans from the mystical world called, Doomsday. This was the date of the princess' birth, everyone was there in the throne room, gathering around her. But she was a shock to everyone who saw her. She wasn't your blond beauty, she was a child that everyone knew wasn't fit to be a queen, yet alone a royal.

She was a baby born with black hair, and the eyes of Satan himself, no one had know why, but the Queen knew the reason to the core of why her sweet, sweet Aurora was in the state she was in. The child smiled and whimpered as a normal child would, and was just as curious, but her temper was something that no one wanted to be near. The child became spoiled, all to avoid that rage of the newborn royal. In this time she became unbearable, and was no longer detainable for the humans to control, so she was given off to the three fairies who we all know very well as Knotgrass, Thiswit and Merrywether.

As time grew older, the Queen's strength had grown weaker, until one day she eventually collapsed, she knew that she would be hung by her King if she were to confess in front of him. So she wrote a letter for him to wake up to the morning she would be gone and out of the kingdom, but things didn't go exactly as planned that day.

My King,

I had no other choice but to share this with you through a letter, it was never meant to be this way, and I'm sorry, that it had to. The day I learned of the pregnancy I knew that it wasn't yours, the child belongs to not a man, but a creature.

To be quite honest with you darling, my love for you had vanished a few months after our marriage was official, you had changed, and showed me the true sides of your heart. Do you remember the night of our fight? If I do recall, you had hit for not being a proper wife because I spoken to the main eating breakfast with us that morning without your promotion in advanced to do so. Well I don't know if you noticed or not, but I wasn't in bed that night, because the state I was in was too embarrassing for even the man who I had despised to see me in.

I found myself wandering the streets of our kingdom, I was in pure shock of the way you had treated me, and the words you spread upon me. I roamed the streets with tear blocking the little sight I had in the dark; I could tell that the kingdom was ruled by you, because everyone was just as cruel, all but one, a man who had no king, and did not live underneath your brainwashing reign. he stood in the shadows, I told him to come out, I said 'so not be afraid' I tried to be strong, but he laughed in the dark that he used as his shield, and whispered back in a voice that was just hypnotizing. "I am not afraid, I came to the call of your tears." He never came out of the shadows, He gave me his hand to bring me in them, and he had taken me off to the world of wonders, and peace, a world that has no ruler.

On that night, he had taken care of me, and made me feel like a human being, a woman who was equal to man. That night we had made love that was like no other that anyone has ever described, I had fallen in love with one who we all call a monster, and his name is Maleficent.

Many apologies my love, but I will no longer be by your side, and your princess, is not of your blood.

Your Queen,

Elizabeth

As the king had read on through the letter, the more furious he had become. Denial was something that he didn't take very well, The Queen went on her way to meet the one who she loved, but he was furious with her for his own reasons. A woman to have his child, and claim it to another man, was an insult to any creature. He watched her as the kings men hauled her away to become beheaded. Maleficent didn't know anything of the child, nor would he ever, for when the Queen called out his name, he never appeared, and that's what planted a bitter seed in his heart. The king always found new ways to force the people of his kingdom to hate the creatures behind the forest, who had stolen his queen.

Fake blood, the love between enemies, and the beginning of the truth.