Jolie's POV

One second I was just doing another days work harsh and painful labor (but that I had grown used to) the next there was a low menacing growl similar to that of a wolf.

"Prepare to use your magic to protect your masters, but only on his word" one of the soldiers stationed to try to break down the wall barked the order. I knew what that meant; no matter the price I was to throw myself and a wall of magic in front of any danger and his majesty's soldiers.

No matter if I used so much magic I passed out that would only give me an hour within waking and I would be back to hard physical labor and them whipping me with iron chains that seem to burn like molten lava when they come at a close enough distance as well as when they touch me.

Then the beast came out into the open taunting the soldiers by just standing there slowly pacing. The dean who I took orders from most often gave me the signal to pretend I was just a peasant girl because now standing only a few feet in front of me was... Malificent.

She lifted her hands and staff and started to lift the soldiers off the ground including the dean and I thought I just might be free.

But the dean was close enough to me to grab the iron whip and strike it across my back hard enough to make my knees give way to the ground beneath me.

I couldn't help but let out a screech of pain as I held up both my hands and fought my magic against hers.

My magic came out in a stream of ice blue with silver sparkles mixed in the same colour it always is as Malificents emerald green magic strengthened.

Malificents POV

I tried to despise of the men as I had at the other station of the scoundrels trying to destroy my indestructible wall when the girl interfered.

At first I assumed she was just a present possibly young wife of one of the soldiers or something but then the soldier whipped her in the back with iron! Something that would've hurt even none fairy folk but since I knew the look in a fairies eye when iron touches them I determined she was the only other wingless fairy I've ever seen.

I could also see the look in her eyes while she fought my magic that begged me to overpower her and get rid of those awful creatures who have done who knows what with the poor beastie.

I used all my might to overpower her magic and man that was hard. You could tell she was only holding back a little probably because of fear of getting whipped again and she was obviously very skilled at magic.

I first threw the one closest to the iron whip up up and away far into the land moor but that was no issue because he surely was dead and then I disposed of the others the same way.

Jolie's POV

I could barely see the women who saved me from them through my blurring vision and the white hot searing pain across my back. All I knew is that they're gone and the man who was my biological father would never hurt me again thanks to whoever she is.

That was my last thought before passing out.

"Wake up beastie" a voice softly whispered through my nightmare jerking me out of it and making me bolt upright.

"Ouch" I exclaimed quietly at the intense pain on my back. I then alarmingly looked up preparing to be struck for speaking without being spoken to until I realized I wasn't at the castle dungeon being punished for my failure of protecting the kings men.

"It's alright I won't hurt you" the voice said again.

When my eyes adjusted I realized it must have been around 2:00 in the morning because it was so dark and that I was in a tree.

I then saw Malificent, sitting in front of me casually like she wasn't the single most feared person on this earth. But, I believed her, it was a gut feeling since I had yet to see any actual prof but I believed her.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Josephine, but I go by Jolie. What's yours?" I asked even though I was 99% sure I knew the answer.

"Malificent" she answered.

I wasn't afraid.

Malificents POV

"Who are your parents?" I asked. The little beastie must of had moor family and I could take her back to them, if I knew who they were.

She looked so sad the second the words were out of my mouth I almost felt sorry for saying them.

"My biological father is King Stefan but I don't call him dad, daddy, or father. He set me up as someone lower then even the least important servants and made me use my powers to protect his soldiers no matter the toll it took on me. Anyway I don't know who my mother is never have but I know it's not Queen Leila because I would've had to have gotten these-" she paused to take of the thick cloak she was wearing to reveal wings.

They were large and absolutely magnificent a pale ice blue with silvery white on the edges.

"From someone" she finished.

At that point I recognized how much she looked like me.