Mal screamed and cried as she tossed and turned. Voices screamed at her calling her vile names and an evil sword wielded by a prince came soaring towards her. She was going to die. Then a warm sensation filled her as a majestic reptile with beautiful purple frills and shimmering ebony, and emerald scales stopped the sword. The dragon set fire around her as all those evil princesses disappeared into smoke and princes into burnt crisps.

Maleficent hummed a soft eerie tune as she watched her three-year-old daughter have her first nightmare. She watched Mal with a smile as a soft dying fire licked the floor beneath them. Mal was in a ball, and Maleficent curled herself around her young daughter. After all, they were part dragon, and she knew nothing soothed a reptile like a toasty fire. It was just a shame she couldn't be in dragon form.

Maleficent frowned. Why was Mal having a nightmare in the first place? It was a good sign for Mal becoming evil, but… Maleficent didn't like her baby's cry of anguish. It must have been one of the books she had left out since Maleficent was sure she had made sure the worst thing to happen today was having stolen a baby's candy. Mal started to quiet down, and Maleficent began to get up, only for Mal to uncurl and wrap her arms around her mother.

Maleficent's eyes widened as she watched her daughter let out a sigh of relief as she nuzzled into her mother. A small smile slid up the corners of Maleficent's lips as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe her daughter was so weak. Yet, her hand unconsciously moved down to pet Mal's head. A few minutes later Maleficent slipped out from her daughter's grasp and headed downstairs with a scowl on her lips.

She found the book of her own demise lying on the floor by the fireplace. She lifted the book up and brought it into her room. Maleficent was not happy. She didn't like that her book had been out their or her child screaming in the night

Maleficent lied down on her bed and started to scheme and plan. The Royals would pay for scaring her daughter by making her daughter read her own mother's death and Mal would have to get stronger. Love was a weakness, and Maleficent would not let her daughter have that fatal of a weakness. Tomorrow Mal would grow up. Yes, and to start, she'd be harder on Mal, and she would definitely scold her daughter for showing such a weakness.