Maleficent sighed wearily as she dragged herself up the stairs in her throne room. The battle with Price Phillip had drained her...and the wound she acquired from it was taking its toll.
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It had been well into wee hours of the morning when she had been able to collect herself from the place she had fallen, dazed she was able to remember the events that had transpired only hours ago. The thorns, the Prince, the Faries...that damned enchantment used on the sword...the pain.
But Maleficent was a much stronger woman than they had hoped..for the wound, while painful, wasn't enough to destroy the dark fairy, and she was for once grateful that the magic of her species is what saved her from such a pathetic end.
Thankfully no one was around to see her body reform and awaken, let alone see her laying there, so weak and defenseless. She had to let her body restore itself...and her magic recharge. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she managed to slip her torn robes back on and grab her headdress and her staff.
( Authors Note: I said "slip her robes back on" because I imagined she was nude when she reformed )
With what small amount of magic she could summon...Maleficent managed to transport herself back to the safety of her domain, though this only got her to the front doors, it was better than risking being caught by one of the guards while trying to 'walk' home. Walking...that was another issue at the moment. She was leaning heavily on her staff, and was barely holding onto her headdress...she must've looked so undignified, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to sit and rest.
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Finally after much strained effort and several near collapses, Maleficent was able to sit on her throne. As she sat she let her headdress fall to the floor with a 'clank' and she leaned her head back as she relaxed. At last she was home.
She lifted her free hand to push her long black hair away from her face, and she noticed her pale green skin was nearly white, she didn't think on this much...knowing that she had been run through with a holy blade. As she pushed her hair from her face, the weight of her situation finally sank in. She had been defeated, rather... bested, by an idiot boy and the 'Babbling Trio'. This caused Maleficent to immediately fall into a deep depression. She didn't experience defeat often...but when she did, it tore her apart.
She bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling, and her eyes stinging with angry tears. Her vision became blurred and for a moment, nothing around her seemed to exist. She wanted to scream, to shriek, to throw lightning into the sky...but her energy was spent. All Maleficent could do was cover her face with her hand and sob silently to herself.