Glinda Upland enjoyed a privileged life in Oz until the day she was forced to be roommates with one Elphaba Thropp. At first, the humiliation of bunking with a green-skinned girl drove Glinda to bully Elphaba constantly and deny them any chance at peace, but as their college life rolled on, both of the girls warmed up to each other and they became best friends. This friendship carried on even after Elphaba fled the school to start a rebellion against Oz's corrupt leader: the Wonderful Wizard. Unfortunately, the friendship fell in a sticky spot after Glinda ended up working for the Wizard himself, but not a day passed that Glinda didn't miss her green-skinned best friend.

At last, the pair was reunited, but the sweet reunion didn't last more than a few minutes. Elphaba had been sentenced to death by the Wizard and those carrying out the sentence were at the door. Naturally, Glinda didn't want Elphaba to die, but Elphaba insisted that this was the only way for any change to start and if Glinda tried to interfere, she'd only be killed for betrayal.

"If you want to do some real good, stay alive," Elphaba instructed Glinda as the poor blond wept into her shoulder. "Spread the word of equality and never forget that because I knew you, I have been changed for good," she added before kissing Glinda's cheek. Then she had vanished without another word. The last thing Glinda heard of the "wicked witch" was a dying scream as she was melted alive by water, water that had been thrown on her one by of those who were sent to kill her. The scream haunted Glinda years in the future, even after she'd exiled the Wizard, taken over Oz herself, and lifted the racist Animal Bans set by the Wizard in the first place.

"Elphie!" Queen Glinda the Good of Oz woke up with a start one night, crying out the name of her late best friend. The poor blond was deeply unhappy to learn that the hope of seeing her old best friend again had been no more than a cruel lie wrapped in a beautiful dream. "Ugh! It's been years and she still haunts me!" she cried. The young queen got to her feet, too miserable and awake to go back to bed.

Glinda paced her room for half an hour before her blue-eyed gaze settled upon an evil old spell book that hid under her bed. Elphaba had given it to her after stealing it from the Wizard years ago and had asked Glinda to use the book for good instead of evil. It was a weighty task and Glinda was scared. She was scared of botching a spell and destroying all of Oz because of that and she was afraid that the power of the spell book would go to her head and she would become everything she feared, everything Elphaba had fought so hard against. Because of that, as soon as she returned to the castle following Elphaba's execution, she hid the thing under her bed and never touched it again. But now though, a few years later, it almost seemed to be calling her and as hard as she tried to look away, she found her eyes roving back to it all the time.

"Oh Elphie," Glinda sighed sadly, staring at the old book again. "If only you were here…" the blond trailed off, lost in thought. Then suddenly, it hit her. Maybe that spell book, the Grimmerie, had a spell to resurrect Elphaba. Glinda knew she was dabbling in some seriously deadly art, but the hope of seeing Elphaba again overrode Glinda's fear. She bent down and practically yanked the book from under her bed. The thing was covered in a giant layer of dust but she didn't care, shaking all of it off with one impatient flick of the wrist. She threw the thing on the bed and began skimming through it, hoping that it would somehow know what she wanted…

A few minutes later, Glinda found something. It really had been like the book could read her mind! Now, Glinda could hardly make out the print because it was all in a language she didn't know, but somehow she knew it was a resurrection spell. This would return Elphaba to her! Another flash of worry filled the young queen's heart, but she dismissed it. She shoved aside all of her fears and inhibitions.

"This can bring back my Elphie!" she told herself. "I'll save her and everything will be ok again! I'm not doing this for wickedness after all!" but that didn't matter. Necromagic was always the most dangerous and loathed of all magic types. Glinda was untrained in that art as well. She only used a wand for basic charms. She was not a girl who used curses from a tome. For that, it was a small wonder that Glinda would pay for her crimes, no matter how well-meant they were.

A month after discovering the resurrection spell, Glinda was finally ready to perform it herself. Practicing had been terribly hard, but she knew that she would finally be able to do it right this time. She waited until midnight to begin the chant, but the moment she began to wave her arms and conjure the spell, time seemed to stop and she got lost in the magic. She got so lost in the magic, in fact, that it wasn't until several servants of the Ozian palace started screaming that Glinda realized she'd been caught.

"Look! Queen Glinda is trying to summon the Wicked Witch of the West!" the servants cried.

"What?! No! I swear this isn't what it looks like!" Glinda begged, but it was too late. Guards began materializing and Glinda was trapped. She quickly turned back to her spell book, trying to finish her interrupted incantation. Alas, it was too late. Trying to restart a spell in the middle of its process never worked. Besides, Glinda was already stressed out from being caught. For that, the spell easily went awry and Glinda screamed in pain as she felt something tearing up from her skull.

"Horns!" one of the guards cried. "She's the Devil!" and the others cowed in fear while Glinda reached up to feel what had happened. Yup, horns. Two, big, black, twisty, pointy horns had pierced straight through her head and her golden curls.

Glinda and the guards were so stunned by it that they all froze up entirely, only able to stare. What finally set everything back in motion was one particularly small servant girl. She dashed into Glinda's bedroom and slid across the floor, scooping up the book before running right back out of the room. Such a sudden attack aroused Glinda and she screamed out in anger before peeling after the child.

"Hey! Bring that back!" she cried as she snapped out of her trance. She ran as fast as she could and she did ultimately reclaim the Grimmerie, but it was still too late. The child had torn out the pages of the book that contained the resurrection spell. She managed to yank her way out of Glinda's arms and to the nearest fireplace, not hesitating as she tossed the wicked papers into the green flames.

"NOOO!" Glinda howled when she realized what happened. She ran over to the fireplace but it was too late, the pages had practically combusted the moment the dancing green tendrils touched them. The furious woman whipped around to face the child but she had already gone running away and before Glinda could even attempt to find her again, the guards finally caught up with her and Glinda was forced to run for her life.

For a whole week, Glinda was forced to literally hide in the castle walls, escaping into a secret passage and spending those seven days jumping from passage to passage in order to save her life. It was a rough time for the poor queen and it was really hard to sneak out to grab necessary supplies. Ultimately, this new lifestyle demanded a makeover and it was not a makeover Glinda enjoyed. First, Glinda ditched her beautiful blue bubble gown for a ratty old black cloak laced with purple. It blended in well with the dark. Next, Glinda shaved off her gold locks. It hurt her heart to watch the beautiful curls fall to the floor, but they were too bright. Instead, Glinda used some more of that dark cloth to make a hood for her bald head and horns. Then, she managed to sneak out and grab her wand, using the Grimmerie one last time in order to change its appearance. The wand, like Glinda's bubble dress, had simply been too showy to be suited to a life in the shadows. Her wand was a human-sized silver staff, topped with a glittering diamond star. After the transformation spell, however, became a long and gnarled tree branch. It was wooden and rugged and rough, but it would keep Glinda from being discovered. At point, too, Glinda realized that her eyes were no longer a nice sky blue. Instead, they were an ugly green. And it wasn't even Elphaba-green. It was more like a putrid Emerald-green. Oz, Glinda was sick of emeralds! And to think, this massive physical change had all occurred in one mere week! She looked nothing like the sweet queen she used to be…

"All I meant to do was save Elphie!" Glinda mumbled sadly as she stared at her reflection. "Was that so wrong?" apparently so.

But despite her best efforts, Glinda was finally caught. She had just pulled off another successful raid of the kitchens and was just about to return to her hidey-hole to eat when her horns got stuck in the doorway.

"Stupid, stupid horns!" she cried softly, setting her plate down as best she could before she tried to twist her head and escape her predicament. She was almost out, too, when a young squire saw her standing there in the doorway. His eyes bugged out of his head and it didn't take him two seconds to raise the alarm.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Glinda exclaimed angrily. She had not seen the squire, him approaching her from behind, but she heard his screaming and she knew exactly what was coming. At last, she jerked her head to the right as hard as she could. This freed one horn and, by proxy, the other. Without bothering to try and pick up her measly meal, she went running. She was unable to escape, though, guards having blocked off all of her escape ways. She cursed and turned around, hoping to stumble upon another passageway or something. More and more guards were coming.

At last, after another mad chase around the castle halls, Glinda found herself trapped in the throne room where all of this nightmare had all begun decades ago. The door was quickly kicked in and a small squadron of armed guards burst in.

"Beware! She's malevolent!" the leader warned his men as he, gun raised, closed in on the horned queen. As he and the other soldiers stepped closer, Glinda soon found herself backed up right into the throne, nowhere else to go. Had she not been so afraid, she might've noted the irony that she was being held against her own throne at gunpoint. But Glinda was not in the proper mindset to notice this irony. Instead, her green eyes were darting wildly around the room for something, anything, that might save her. At last, then, her eyes settled upon a picture of Oz's Time Dragon. A burst of inspiration struck her and, raising her arm, waving her wand, and closing her eyes, she quickly began to chant that transformation spell again. Suddenly, everything in the room was much smaller than before. She had successfully turned into the Time Dragon!

"Sweet Oz!" the guards cried in terror, but Glinda ignored them all. Her only goal was to escape and she didn't want to kill any of these men, however aggressive they were towards her. Being a dragon, Glinda's scaly hide protected her from the guards' gunfire and she was able to spread her giant, leathery wings and fly. She crashed straight through the throne room's wall and flew off into the night sky, dark figure quickly getting lost amongst the stars. All the guards could do at that point was stare in horror as their second monarch in a row went flying away from them, leaving them with a crumbling kingdom to care for. In this case, there would also need to be quite a lot of repairs given how big the hole Glinda left behind in the wall was. Glinda, meanwhile, was still busy thinking. She needed some place to go and Heaven knew that no one would look after her now. Not after everything she had done.

Then at last, without even really meaning to, Glinda found herself flying towards Kiamo Ko, Elphaba's old castle in the west.

"Oh, the bitter irony!" she growled, voice far lower and louder than it had ever been before. This time, she picked up on the irony of her situation, but with no place else to go, the dragon queen continued to fly west. Hopefully, the castle would be large enough to house her…

At last, Glinda reached the castle in the west. She landed right in front of the drawbridge and, after some difficulty, was able to open the Grimmerie and find a reversal spell for her transformation. Suddenly, the world looked a whole lot larger. Giving a sigh halfway between relief and halfway between despair, the human-again queen picked up the two belongings she still had with her and approached the castle doors. They opened easily and she trudged wearily up several flights of stairs before finding herself in what looked kind of like a living room. Even though the room was entirely dark and empty, Glinda couldn't help but feel like she was coming home after a long day at work and the tiniest of smiles flickered across her aged face. She threw the Grimmerie and her wand down and approached one of the old couches the room had. She had barely sat down, though, when a voice called to her and she hopped up once more in surprise.

"Ms. Glinda?" the voice as hesitant, crackly, and childish but Glinda recognized it perfectly despite having only heard it once before.

"Chistery!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. Sure enough, Elphaba's flying monkey butler appeared from the hallway.

"What brings you here?" he asked, beady eyes watching her in confusion and concern.

"Ozian hatred," Glinda deadpanned with a snort. Upon hearing this sarcasm within her voice, Chistery knew that Glinda was ok for the most part.

"Oh, I thought it was a new fashion trend," he said, feeling bold enough to joke back. Glinda wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry because his dry sense of humor was just the sort of thing Elphaba had.

"Don't be dumb," she answered finally. "Black is so out of style right now!"

"Well, I wouldn't know. Elphaba never talked about clothing," Chistery replied.

"That was because she was nothing less than a giant fashion disaster!" Glinda chuckled, a few tears finally leaking from her eyes. Despite the grief and absolute exhaustion she felt, though, Glinda found herself smiling genuinely for the first time since Elphaba died.

Another week passed and Glinda had since told Chistery of all her adventures in the years following Elphaba's death.

"I know you lifted the Animal bans," the flying monkey hooted, smiling up at Glinda with his large mouth.

"I did," Glinda agreed. "But something else happened too…" then she reluctantly told him all about trying to resurrect Elphaba. Once she finished, stating that Elphaba didn't have a chance in this world or any other of coming back, another round of crying began. Glinda was already weeping softly as she realized how close she had been to seeing and touching and kissing that lovely green face again while Chistery himself started to get into quite a funk. Elphaba may not have been the best person in the world and he may not have been super close to her, but Chistery still felt some level of affection for his mistress and hearing Glinda's story was quite distressing to him. He spent the next hour squawking to himself and eating his own lice out of irritation. Glinda would've been disgusted had she not understood how he felt. But Chistery didn't blame Glinda at all.

"You did your best," he assured her later that night once they both calmed down enough to speak. "And either way, it wasn't your fault. It was the Wizard and all of his servants!" the monkey's dark eyes narrowed as he said this.

"I know, but I still feel awful!" Glinda admitted, sniffling. "And I don't know what to do and I have nowhere to go…" she broke off because she thought she was about to cry again. Chistery, however, flapped his wings and flew over to her.

"Nonsense," he said. "You can move in here with me!"

"How can I?" Glinda looked at him with eyes full of an impossibly deep sorrow. "It would only cause more trouble on you!"

"No it won't," Chistery replied. "I've been wanting some company for awhile. As much as I like the other flying monkeys, none of them are as intelligent as I am and I don't have anyone of equal status to talk to now that Elphaba is gone."

"Are you sure?" Glinda asked one last time.

"I'm as sure as Elphaba was green," the monkey nodded and Glinda gave him the most grateful smile he thought he'd ever seen upon any creature.

For another week, Glinda had a new place to hide. She spent her days helping Chistery look after the castle and all of its other inhabitants, monkey or otherwise, and then her nights talking with Chistery about the castle's late mistress. She left her spell book and wand tucked under the couch where she slept. She didn't feel comfortable in going to the place Elphaba once lived. Chistery understood the feeling all too well. It was the only room he never really tended to, just because he knew how territorial Elphaba had been of that place. Everything else, though, was explored and owned and looked after by him and Glinda. For that week, Glinda almost felt at peace. This castle was so different from the one she left behind, but it was a very good different.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. The citizens of Oz were too afraid of another Wicked Witch of the West to let Glinda go so easily. Instead, one night, they all came marching to her castle in the west with arms at the ready.

"Kill the malevolent mage!" they hollered as they drew near.

"What are we gonna do?" Glinda panicked peering out of one of the tower windows to see the giant mob at the door. Their torches, pitchforks, and pure hatred and determination were all ready. There could've easily been 1000 people down there and Glinda really didn't want to hurt any of them. As blind and hateful as they were, they were still her subjects.

"If you don't want to attack," said Chistery, sensing what Glinda was really afraid of in this moment, "we can fly!"

"Fly?" she turned to him and he nodded back, pointing to the couch where he knew the wand and Grimmerie to be.

The idea of using that hideous spell book again made Glinda's stomach churn but Chistery did have a point. It was fight or flight.

"Ok," she decided. "Flight it is!" then she ran over to the couch, retrieving both magical objects. Suddenly, a dragon stood where Glinda once had. Chistery hooted in surprise. This Glinda was far different from the silly little girl Elphaba had always described with so much love and tenderness.

"Let's go!" Glinda cried to him, voice far lower and deeper than before. Chistery was roused by her grumbled command and nodded, following after Glinda as she burst, yet again, through the castle wall. Despite the intensity of the situation, Chistery couldn't help but despair as he turned back to face the giant hole in the castle wall. If he had known what Glinda was capable of, he would've built her a proper launch pad so she didn't have to keep crashing through buildings… But now was not the time for that. They had to fly, and fast! The Ozians below were angry.

"Ahhhh! Kill her! Kill her!" they screamed in terror and anger, raising their weapons even higher. Only those with long-distance weapons were able to attack, but with Glinda being a giant dragon, their weapons didn't do much at all. At one point, Chistery almost was hit, but he dodged the arrow just in time and then flew right over Glinda for the rest of their escape.

Awhile later, the pair was back in the Emerald City, hiding at its empty outskirts.

"What now?" Glinda asked, panting slightly. She stretched in pain, unused to transforming into a dragon and back again so quickly.

"We go out of Oz altogether," Chistery said, pointing to the Grimmerie and wand again.

"Are you sure?" Glinda asked. "We have no idea where we'll land."

"Well, it's not like this place is any better than whatever that book could cook up," the flying monkey answered. Glinda hated to admit it, but he had a point. Oz wasn't exactly a safe place for either of them now, so what did they have to lose trying to find an alternate universe?

"Ok," the ex-queen decided finally. "Let's go!" then she opened the Grimmerie and began to chant.

Once again, a dragon and a monkey were visible as outlines in the night sky. This time, however, they were no longer in an Ozian sky. They had no idea where they were now, but it seemed they were out of Oz. The spell had worked. They were successfully in a whole new world. They flew straight on until morning, landing in the middle of a forest just as the sun started to rise in the east.

"I have a feeling we're not in Oz anymore," Glinda muttered as she turned back into a human. Chistery hooted in agreement. The pair exchanged a nervous look before both of them inhaled deeply and set about their first task: setting up a new home. It took nearly all day but, by the end of it, Glinda had successfully magicked them both a brand new castle.

"Nice," Chistery hooted.

"I know it's small and dingy," Glinda began defensively. "But it's still home."

"And there's no place like it," the flying monkey agreed, then the two entered Glinda's masterpiece together and began working on an interior.

The pair continued to bunk together in that little castle for a few weeks until they met their first humans. The people looked a lot like the Ozians, but they weren't as pale or short and they didn't wear as much green. They'd been about as friendly as the Ozians, though. There was only four of them, all young men, but every single one had been horrified upon meeting Chistery and they were all absolutely petrified after meeting Glinda. Even after Glinda protested, in their language, that she was a peaceful creature, they went running away screaming.

"Hmm, we might need to blend in with the natives," she murmured that night, looking into a mirror she'd made. Admittedly, a woman with giant horns, incredibly green eyes, and a tattered black cloak wasn't the easiest thing to look at.

"Yeah, I guess flying monkeys aren't native here either," Chistery remarked, inspecting himself in his own mirror with something like indignation on his wrinkled face. Clearly, the poor reception of his physical appearance had gotten to him. It was because, though, he fancied himself quite handsome, considering the circumstances.

"Guess I'd better go find the Grimmerie," Glinda finally sighed. Although nothing could be done about her horns, she was able to make herself appear a little bit more human and she did finally take the time to give herself a proper clean-up. As for Chistery? Glinda turned him into a raven.

"Nice," the ex-flying monkey cawed, inspecting his new wings.

"Sorry," Glinda shrugged, but behind her expressionless face, she was fighting hard not to laugh.

A week later, Glinda and Chistery went through another change. The young men had returned, this time with a large company in tow.

"Great. More guards," Glinda grunted angrily.

"Why? We haven't done anything!" Chistery cawed.

"I know, right?" Glinda agreed. "Why can't they just leave us alone? We aren't hurting anyone! I mean, we're out in the middle of nowhere!"

"Seriously!" Chistery nodded his head, still unused to how the beak bobbed as he did so. "These guys need to ease up a little and stop trying to kill us. I don't want to move again!"

"We won't," Glinda promised. "I'm putting my foot down!" she said, then she stalked right out of her castle and faced this new mob head on.

"Why are you here?" she asked them. She was sick of running. Time to go on the offensive if these men wouldn't leave her alone.

"We've come to vanquish you, malevolent mage!" they boomed in reply.

"Why do you call me that? You don't even know me!" she shouted back, anger rising slowly but surely.

"We don't need to! Your devil horns say it all!" the men answered, then they began to fire bows and spears at Glinda. Glinda ducked back in the nick of time, just barely getting inside her castle and closing the door before she would've been impaled by something. She cursed silently. She hated like crazy what she was about to do, but she had to do it or she'd never have any chance at a peaceful life. After running back up to her tower, she whipped out her wand and spell book.

"I'm giving you one last chance to go in peace before I punish you for intruding upon my property!" she cried down, waving the wand to accent her point. Some of the men did look ready to leave but, in the end, they all stayed.

"We will not be swayed by you, malevolent mage! We will kill you!" they cried, drawing more weapons. "We do not fear you!"

"Then we'd better fix that!" Glinda shot back coldly, then she began to chant.

Barely 30 minutes later, only a quarter the mob remained alive. The rest had been torn to pieces by crows, bees and giant thorn bushes.

"I'll let the rest of you live to tell your kingdom that I desire peace, but if they dare attack again, I will be ready," she snarled at the survivors.

"Yes, your majesty!" they cried. Hmm, quite a step up from "malevolent mage". "But what do we call you?" they asked, trembling. Glinda thought for a moment before giving them a cruel reply.

"Maleficent!" she boomed. Then, with that name ringing in their ears, the survivors of the mob went flying.

"Maleficent, eh?" Chistery crowed as his friend returned to him, wiping the blood off her face and hands.

"From now on, yes," Glinda said. "I won't use my old name anymore and I need something that will really put the fear into people's hearts."

"Well, I'm sure you've done that today," Chistery cawed.

"You'll need a name-change too," Maleficent told the raven. "From now on, you shall be Diablo!" the raven, if he was bothered by the name change, didn't show it. Instead, he only nodded again before perching himself upon his friend's shoulder.

A week later, a letter from the kingdom arrived in the arms of a terrified squire. The letter begged for peace. Still retaining some grace from her old life, Maleficent accepted the letter and thus, a steady bond was forged between Maleficent and her surrounding country. It wasn't a friendly bond, but it did ensure that nobody would ever raise arms against the other. That bond, unfortunately, did not last. It all came to a head when the king didn't invite her to his daughter's christening party.

"What an insult!" Maleficent snapped. "I can't let him get away with it or I'll lose my fearsome image!" she shook her horned head in anger. Then she gestured to her constant companion and together, raven and witch flew to the palace in order to see why they never received an invitation.

Only a few hours later, the duo was flying back to their desolate castle. Apparently, they hadn't received an invitation to the party because they weren't wanted. As understandable as this was, it was still a deep violation of their peace and trust and unity and it was an incredibly disrespectful move all around. Unable to tolerate such insolence and insensitivity, Maleficent had taken her revenge against the foolish family by cursing their daughter to an early death. Perhaps it was unnecessarily cruel, but once again, how else was Maleficent supposed to maintain her fearsome image? And besides, this first transgression might have led to more direct and offensive movements against her and her castle if she didn't do anything about it now. The king had to understand just how seriously Maleficent took treaties, especially the one they were supposed to have.

"I hope they all suffer," Maleficent grumbled coldly as she and Diablo touched down back at home. Diablo said nothing. In truth, Maleficent's growing cruelty concerned him, but he had the wisdom to stay quiet.

16 years later, just as planned, the little princess died. But of course, nothing Maleficent ever did happened without backfiring and this curse was no exception. Apparently, just after Maleficent had left the christening, another fairy, who had been invited because she was actually liked by the royal family, managed to add an escape clause to Maleficent's curse. Although the princess would die, she could be resurrected through true love's kiss.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Maleficent literally began to roar when word of what happened reached her. "They can't do this!" she sounded like a whiny child but she was too far gone in her own anger to care. "They cannot undo all of my work! I was bringing about justice! Oooooh, I'll see to this true love myself and put an end to this mess once and for ALL!" the evil queen quickly morphed back into her dragon form and flew towards the castle with every intent of stopping this prince charming from delivering his kiss. What angered Maleficent most of all about all of this, however, was not that her revenge plan was currently being thwarted. It was the fact that this random fairy had figured out a way to resurrect someone whereas she, a trained witch in every art, had still never succeeded in bringing back Elphaba. The idea of anybody saving a loved one after she'd failed to save Elphaba was simply unbearable.

But, just because it was unbearable didn't make it unstoppable. Despite Maleficent's best effort, the prince managed to kiss the princess awake and he even killed Maleficent in the process. But Maleficent's misery wasn't over. Not even close. Instead, sometime later, the evil fairy found herself in a jail cell. Somehow, she had been resurrected. It was a cruel irony for her that the only person she wanted to bring back was the one person who was never blessed with this resurrection spell even though she and the princess she cursed were both brought back. This cruel irony only became stronger when Maleficent truly began to understand where she was. Apparently, she wasn't even the only resurrected criminal here and that was what made the irony so painful. Why did this land treat death so casually? Why couldn't Elphaba have been born here instead? But Maleficent's wrath finally changed into real curiosity. So she and a bunch of other strangers were all in jail, but where were they? Well, in time, Maleficent would learn that they were in a place called the Isle of the Lost. It was created by "heroes" for people like Maleficent and all of her many cellmates. So she had been resurrected just to go to jail? Great.

It was also then that Maleficent realized just how much had changed. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had been dead, but it must've been quite awhile, given all the new tech available to the world that Maleficent wouldn't have even imagined before now. In addition, it sounded like the kingdom Maleficent used to live on the edge of had since united with several other kingdoms around this world and they were now all united under one supreme ruler. This superpower of kingdoms was called Auradon and their leaders were King Adam and Queen Belle. So now, while Maleficent and these other strangers rotted away on an island jail, all of their enemies were living in the lap of luxury as one big family? Double great. Maleficent's only consolation was Diablo, who had somehow survived all these years without her and had been willing to come to the Isle to join her. That level of devotion gave Maleficent some strength and purpose. That is, it was just enough for her to decide to take over the Isle. See, although everyone there was a villain to some degree, none were as powerful or fearsome as Maleficent. Because of that, taking over hadn't been too hard and, in time, she was the unofficial leader of all the other inmates as well as queen of the island.

Over the next few years, during Maleficent's reign, Maleficent ended up meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger. Although she only ever saw him once, there had been something so irresistible about him. Nine months later, she had a daughter to show just how irresistible he had been despite his relatively small part in her life.

"We'll call her Maleficent Jr," Maleficent said, eyeing the red, screaming blob of abomination in disgust. "Mal for short," she added. It seemed clear that Maleficent hated her daughter, but in time things changed. As Mal's first year progressed, so did Maleficent's motherly love for the kid. It took a lot of time, but slowly, Maleficent stopped scowling around the infant and she no longer growled or swore at it. Instead, whatever it needed, she would provide. Initially, she would do this task grudgingly but, in time, she began to enjoy doing it. There was just something so nice about looking after such a tiny little that that loved her so unconditionally. It was a new sensation to the evil fairy but it wasn't an unpleasant one.

"Who's my sweet little baby girl?" Maleficent cooed as she and Mal played together in Maleficent's moderately sized home on the Isle of the Lost. It was far from pretty or grand, but it was still one of the larger, nicer places to live at. In addition, it kept both Maleficent and her daughter happy and healthy, which was all that mattered in the end. Maleficent watched her tiny, purple-haired, green-eyed, pale-skinned daughter giggle and crawl across the floor after an old rubber ball Maleficent had stolen from some other kid.

"Awww, what a cutie," she sighed, tipping her horned head as the baby rolled the ball to her. Maleficent chuckled gently at the playful act and rolled the ball back. Mal giggled in delight and Maleficent reached out to pat her soft, purple curls. The others in the Isle were amazed. The evilest of all had been tamed by a mere baby! But, a mother's love was a powerful thing. Diablo became an honorary uncle. It did his bird heart good to see Maleficent learning to love. It's like seeing Glinda the Good again. he mused as he watched Mal play.

Alas, such love did not last. Maleficent had been taking Mal out for a midnight walk by the sea around their Isle home when it all changed. The sea had once been ugly in Maleficent's green eyes because it reminded her of the fact that she was stuck here in this pit, but now it almost seemed beautiful. It shined silver in the white moonlight and the gentle sound of the waves lapping at the shore was almost peaceful. Somehow, having a child had changed Maleficent's whole outlook. A mother's love could see the beauty in everything, even things it once deemed ugly.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't old Maleficent," a cold, cruel voice split the peaceful night like a knife and Maleficent was on guard instantly.

"Who's there?" she snarled, snatching up her daughter protectively. The girl had been busy looking into the water when her mom yanked her away.

"Just an old friend," the voice said. Then, out from the shadows stepped King Hubert. He was the father of the prince that had saved Aurora, Maleficent's curse victim. The evil fairy felt her stomach drop as she saw his aged face leering at her from the darkness.

"You…" she croaked. In her mind's eye, she could already see Aurora and the prince, Phillip, sneering down at her through this king.

"That's right," he cooed. "I just came here to see if the rumors were true…" he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the baby in Maleficent's arms. He didn't come closer, but another sadistic smirk graced his face. "My, she looks just like her mom. May I ask who the father is?"

"You may, but I won't answer," Maleficent shot back warily, holding Mal even tighter. Mal was totally unaware of what was going on, cooing happily. As far as she was concerned, her mother was just hugging her. A mother's love was a very cuddling thing, to her.

"Whatever," Hubert shrugged. "I just wanted to know. But now that I do, I am glad."

"Why?" Maleficent backed up ever so slightly.

"To repay you," he answered slowly.

Then before Maleficent could even blink, Hubert had surged forward and lashed out with a knife concealed up his sleeve. Maleficent stumbled in surprise, it was enough to cause her to lose focus on Mal. He took that tiny tumble to steal the girl from Maleficent's arms.

"No!" Maleficent cried, reaching out, but he had already taken Mal away. "What are you going to do?" the fairy asked, almost desperate. Her green eyes flashed, but not with hatred. Instead, they flashed with fear. For Mal. A mother's love always feared for her child.

"I'm going to repay you," Hubert echoed in the same slow voice. "I want you to know what it feels like to lose a child so young. You nearly killed my son! I want you to understand that fear and guilt and pain!" he said, then he turned on toe and ran. Maleficent, naturally, went running after. She knew that she did technically deserve this for cursing baby Aurora and hurting Prince Phillip, but Maleficent wasn't going to lose her child.

The chase lasted until Hubert found Maleficent' s tower house. He went to the main floor (which was 25 feet above ground) and then went to the window that overlooked the heart of the Isle. He held Mal out the window, hovering the child dangerously in the air. Maleficent reached him just in time to see him stick Mal out the window. She stopped dead in her tracks, three feet away from him. She paled and began to mutter and plead. Her heart pounded in terror and she hated it. She hated how weak a mother's love could make her feel.

"Please don't," she whimpered, wringing her hands together and moaning piteously. "I'll do anything."

"I know," Hubert answered in that eerily calm voice, then he let Mal fall.

Maleficent didn't remember anything after seeing Mal leave Hubert's grip. Instead, she was only aware of the wind roaring in her ears. Before she knew it, it seemed as though the whole Isle had appeared from nowhere and every single person there was screaming. What? What?! Why are they screaming?! Maleficent thought, annoyed. She dropped the burden she was carrying in her mouth. Wait, what?

"Maleficent ate her baby! She ate her own child!" one man's shout managed to reach Maleficent's ears above all of the others. What? Ate my baby? Is he mad? the dragon thought. Then she looked down, suddenly aware of how high up she was. There, by a set of dragon claws was a limp, tiny, bloody form. Maleficent lowered her head and her dragon eye widened to impossible size. Mal! and then it all came back to her.

As soon as Hubert dropped Mal out the window, Maleficent had thrown herself out the window too, turning into a dragon as she fell, just barely in time to save them both from hitting the ground. Unfortunately, when Maleficent scooped Mal up, some of her teeth sank into the baby's tender flesh. Horror, guilt, despair, and fear washed over Maleficent and she let out a dragon's roar of pain. No! What did I do?! Oh no! Oh please, no! Not Mal! But by then, some strangers had come to inspect Mal and were taking her away, Maleficent began to panic again. She wanted to fly after her them to see if Mal was still alive, but chains were being thrown on her from all sides until she could hardly move. She looked wildly around until she noticed something dark flitting against the moonlit sky. It was Diablo. They only needed to share one look for them to both understand the message: Protect and follow Mal at all costs.

"Yes ma'am, even if it takes my life!" Diablo cawed back and he knew that she had heard his voice in particular over the shouts of the angry people below. He had been totally unaware of all of this commotion until he heard Maleficent's roar, but it didn't take him long to catch up. He desperately wanted to protect Maleficent, but he knew that she would hate him if he didn't try for Mal first. Besides, there wasn't much a crow could do for a trapped dragon, so while the others tormented Maleficent into unconsciousness, he flew to Auradon, chasing Mal wildly.

When she woke again, Maleficent (back in human form) was in a tiny underground cell, chained in such a way that she couldn't move a single body part. She even wore head gear that prevented her from moving her neck, jaw, or shoulders. She began to panic, not enjoying the sensation at all. Just as she began to rattle the chains, an angry voice from nearby told her to shut up.

"Where am I?" she asked, ignoring the order and hating how scratchy and ugly her voice sounded.

"A dungeon in the deepest part of the Isle of the Lost," the answer came. "You're to spend eternity like this for murder," murder!? Oh Mal…the evil fairy bowed her head in mourning, grieving silently for the lost innocent and for her own accident hand in it. The guilt she felt was even stronger than the countless chains that bound her into a living mummy.

A few days later, Maleficent escaped her dungeon. She had recovered strength enough to summon her dragon tail. She wondered briefly why she was unable to turn the rest of herself as well, but she had no time for that. Instead, she waited until her guard brought her the daily slop. As he bent down to shove the rusty tray to her, her tail shot out and hit him hard enough to kill him. She dragged him closer and stole the keys off of his corpse. Minutes later, Maleficent was back on the surface of the Isle. She did not make her presence known instantly though. Instead, she brooded in the shadow for several more days. She had to find a way to get to Auradon and off the Isles, but how?

Finally, Maleficent could wait no longer. Her pain and fury had grown so great that she found the strength to turn into a full dragon again. She smash the barrier between the Isle and Auradon, crushing the wall to smithereens. It was also in that moment that Maleficent realized why she had found it so hard to turn into a dragon after being chained up in her cell. The wall, following her dragon attack, had been laced with a special spell that kept anyone inside of the wall from doing any kind of magic. Maleficent must've been pretty powerful to be able to turn into a dragon despite the magic restraints. But with the wall down, every magic was up for grabs. A mother's love was a very powerful thing.

Maleficent flew over to Auradon with fury burning in her green eyes. She let out an earsplitting roar that terrified Auradon and enlivened the Isle. Though some of the villains still held Maleficent in fear and contempt for "eating her own baby", the promise of revenge tempted most of them into joining her anyway and soon, the sound of countless footsteps shook Auradon as every enemy they ever had came back to haunt them.

"They tried to kill my daughter!" Maleficent roared, but since nobody spoke dragon, the battle that ensued was chaotic and unorganized. It was only the fact that every criminal of the Isle wanted revenge that kept them all together. They were united not by friendship or a military leader, but by a common goal of total destruction. Maleficent had this goal as well, intending to make every last soul in Auradon pay for all the suffering they had caused her. During the fight, Maleficent killed Hubert. There was nothing stronger than an angry mother, for a mother's love could be a terrifying and deadly thing. After biting his head off boastfully, Maleficent spiraled up into the air and looked down upon the warring world, wondering who to kill next.

A couple days later, Maleficent had conquered Auradon as its High Queen, setting her closest allies as various lords and ladies. Her big three friends were Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella DeVill. They also had children about Mal's age, but Maleficent didn't not care about them. Instead, now that Mal had properly been avenged, it was time for Maleficent to establish a new era here, one that would last forever and would ensure that she would never be mistreated or run out again. Diablo became Maleficent's consort and head general. While he and the villainous lords and ladies conquered smaller territories of Auradon, Maleficent remained at the capital, rebuilding it in her image. The previous form of Auradon had been too sickly sweet. This new one was darker, grittier, and fierce. It was more Maleficent. Her reign was complete.

A couple weeks into her reign, however, Maleficent made a shocking discovery. Mal. The girl was still alive somehow. Apparently, the doctors of Auradon had genuinely tried to save the child, believing that she shouldn't have to die for her mother's own evil. But the joy of this reunion was lost upon the evil fairy. She was not the same mother she'd been just a few weeks ago. Instead, upon hearing of Mal's miraculous survival, the new queen of Auradon merely shrugged. Even though Mal had been the reason Maleficent overthrew Auradon, she was not the reason Maleficent was continuing to rule the place with an iron fist.

"Bring her to me," she ordered once one of her mooks revealed to her that Mal was alive and recovering. The mook obediently brought the baby in.

But Maleficent began to see her baby as a mere pawn more and more every day, leaving it up to Diablo to arrange her care. Although Maleficent was glad to have Mal back on her lap, she no longer had the desire to raise the child properly. Mal became Diablo's responsibility despite everything Maleficent had already done in order to save the infant. This sudden change in heart bothered Diablo quite a lot but he knew that to speak against his mistress was to possibly get himself killed and he didn't want that. Besides, if he did die, who would raise Mal? Maleficent certainly didn't seem up to the job, any traces of Glinda the Good having vanished once more. So Diablo swallowed Maleficent's cruelty against her child and he tried to keep the baby safe from her. Already, Maleficent had begun to see the tooth marks that lined Mal's tiny torso as things to admire instead of abhor.

"See those scars? I gave her those!" the mad queen bragged. "They are proof that she truly is the daughter of a dragon!"

"The daughter of a dunderhead, more like," Diablo muttered to himself as he tried his best to feed the crying infant.

A season later, Maleficent's reign of terror ended. Mal had just turned one year old and Maleficent insisted upon a huge party. It was not out of love for Mal, though. Mostly, the party was a sign of dominance over the kingdom. Maleficent rubbed it in their faces that one day, Mal would be their new leader.

"I saw it once upon a dream!" Maleficent bragged coldly. "It WILL happen. So let's get this party started!" she commanded. The whole kingdom fearfully set out to make Mal's party the largest in the kingdom.

The party began well enough but, since Maleficent was out of the castle, several heroes of the resistance managed to sneak in. The resistance heroes were a brave few who stayed noble and true during the long reign of terror and they had orchestrated many heroic quests to save as many people as they could. Now, they were pulling off the dangerous stunt of trying to end Maleficent's rule with one special object. They were aiming to steal the Fairy Godmother's wand. That object was part of the reason Maleficent had won the war in the first place. She stole it while in dragon form and the thing proved to be stronger than even the mightiest spell in her Grimmerie. With that new wand, she'd taken over and secured her rule. For that, it never left her side. Today, however, she didn't think she'd need it, so it stayed by her throne. Since the resistance heroes knew this, they made a bee-line to her main chamber, snuck in, and took the wand.

Maleficent and her sordid crew were back on the Isle of the Lost before they even knew what hit them. This time, though, the pain was far worse. Fresh food stopped being sent over the Isles now had to make do on scraps. No fresh clothing or building supplies were ever sent in so it all fell into disrepair pretty quickly. In addition, Auradon continually tried to pit the inmates against each other to prevent another unified uprising. It worked well, with alliances being shaky at best amongst the inmates of the Isles.

Worst of all though was the ban on magic. The barrier separating the Isle from Auradon was restored and strengthened to a point where no magic worked at all and this even included simple charms. At least the original barrier had prevented some minor magic. This new one, however, rendered every last magical object totally useless. Even Maleficent's old wand and Grimmerie did nothing anymore. Suffice to say, Maleficent was furious. She spent the next 15 years raging bitterly against Auradon and she tirelessly worked on a plan to get revenge. She also spent those years ruthlessly training her daughter to be evil like her.

"You'll bring honor to us all one day," Maleficent told Mal. "I just want you to be ready for it,"

"And I will be," Mal promised with the devoted innocence of a child. "I'll be as evil and wicked as I can be!"

"Ah! That's my nasty little girl," Maleficent said with an approving sneer. Gone was a mother's love from Maleficent to Mal and here to stay was a dictator's love of another pawn for their selfish chess game.

Admittedly, though, way down deep, Maleficent did love Mal in her own strange and cruel way, but it seemed to Maleficent that everyone she loved ended up dead. For that, she restrained herself from being a cuddly mom and she raised her own child to hate the world. It was better to be hateful so that when the world's cruelty reared its ugly head, you had no heart to be broken. At least, that was the way Maleficent saw it. So she suppressed her maternal love for Mal and raised the girl with an iron fist and Mal became the perfect example of what happens to children raised in a loveless world. Diablo was forced to take it all in passively, but even he knew Mal would never really be evil. Her mother had been Glinda the Good, after all. But that didn't stop Maleficent from trying to get the girl to go bad. Thus, hatred became a mother's love to Maleficent.
"Don't you wanna be evil, like me, don't you wanna be mean?" the evil fairy hummed as she watched her teenage daughter running around the streets of the Isles with four others, causing mayhem wherever she went. That was her nasty little girl!

AN: There were some Wicked references in the first Descendants film so of course I had to write a crossover where Maleficent used to be Glinda. This just showed how Glinda managed to fall so far that she became Chenoweth-Maleficent. I hope you liked this prequel/look into Glinda/Maleficent's twisted mind.