(A/N). Hello everyone!.. And so it begins. Now, I'd just like to start by letting you all know that this is my first ever fan fiction story. I went to see Maleficent last week and completely fell in love with it. The characters, the story, everything!.. I've often had original ideas for the continuation of films, but I think with Maleficent it could really work... This story will feature almost all the characters from the movie, but will also feature many OC's.

When you start reading this story you're probably going to think, 'what the hell is this?'.. But don't give up on it, because by the end of this first chapter I think you'll start to understand where I'm going with this...

Just to confirm. I'm not lucky enough to own the film Maleficent or any of the characters that featured in it.

So, anyway, enough of my babbling. On with the story!

It was a bleak and stormy night in Rhyl (a city in the North of Wales). Christopher had just arrived there on the train... He'd been travelling for 3 hours now, and he just couldn't wait to get off the train so he could stretch his legs... He is a young, fair haired man with eyes of blue. He stands at 6 feet tall. His build is average. In fact, come to think of it, his whole life could be summed up like that... Average.. His profession is that of a psychotherapist.. Once upon a time he used to love his occupation, but now he was starting to get bored with it. He was getting tired of hearing about the problems of others when he had so many of his own... He needed a holiday. A break away from his patients. A break away from the city that he'd lived in for all his life (Leeds).

The time was 2am, and he still had to journey to the caravan that he owned in the neighbouring town of Towyn. He was exhausted and feeling rather depressed. A two week break in his caravan was just what the doctor ordered... When the doors of the train opened he immediately stepped out, only to be greeted by rainwater hitting his face.. Chris usually hated rain, but at this moment it was a blessing, as it helped to wake him up a bit.

He headed through the train station on autopilot. He'd made this journey so many times that by now he could probably find his way through wearing a blindfold... As soon as he left the station he noticed the lightning in the distance. It came from the heavens and looked just like a fork. It seemed to be alive.. It was as though it was searching for something, or someone.. It was currently way out to sea, but the shore was only about a half mile away, and he could tell that it was slowly heading inland.. A few seconds later he heard the distant sound of thunder.. The storm was headed straight towards him, so he decided to quicken his pace. He wanted to make it to the local taxi rank before the thunderstorm arrived above him...

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By the time Chris got to the taxi rank he was completely soaked... He was dismayed when he discovered that the doors to the taxi rank were locked. He knocked twice, but there was no answer.. He was confused, because the rank was supposed to be opened 24 hours a day, 7 days a week... He was just about to give up and walk away when suddenly he noticed one of their taxi cabs arriving.

''Hello there!'' Chris shouted. ''I was wondering where you'd all got to.''

''Oh, sorry about that. Have you been waiting long?'' the middle aged man asked him.

''Only for a minute or two.'' Chris replied. ''Why did you close the rank?''

''We didn't close,'' the man responded. ''It's just that we always change shifts at this time.. Although Pete shouldn't have locked up until Heather had arrived. I'll have to have a word with him about that.'' As Christopher opened the passenger door before getting inside the vehicle, the taxi driver asked.. ''So, where are we headed?''

''Edwards caravan site please.'' Chris closed the passenger car door.

''That's in Towyn, if I'm not mistaken?'' the man said in a dismayed tone of voice.

''That's right.''

The man let out a sigh.

''Is there something wrong?'' Chris asked him (noticing the obvious look of disappointment on the man's face).

''No, not really. It's just that the bridge has been closed that leads to Towyn, so we have to go the long way round.''

Chris sighed. ''How much longer will it take to get there?'' he inquired (not wanting too long a journey).

''Oh, about an extra 25 minutes.. We have to go about 5 miles out of our way.''

Chris suddenly had a bad feeling.. ''How much more will it cost?''

''Sorry pal, but it's double the usual price,'' the taxi driver responded.

''Oh. Well, I, er...don't have that much on me.. Is there a cash point nearby?'' Chris asked him, hoping that he could withdraw some money from his bank card.

''No, not that I know of.''

''Well it's no good then... Guess I'll just have to walk'' Chris spoke in a slightly peeved tone of voice, before proceeding to open the car door.

''Wait a minute!'' The cab driver hollered, on seeing Christopher step back out into the street. ''Why don't you wait here until the bank opens?''

''It's not going to open while 8 o'clock. I can't wait that long.''

''Well, at least until the rain eases off then?''

''That could take even longer than waiting for 8 o'clock,'' Chris said with a chuckle. ''Don't worry, I'll be fine. If I walk quickly I can be there in 40 minutes.''

''Okay then, kid.. Good luck to you.''

''Thanks anyway.. Goodnight.''

''In my case, that should be good morning.'' The taxi driver flashed a smile.

Chris returned the man's smile before walking away.

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Christopher wasn't too bothered about the bridge being closed, as it only effected vehicles. He could still walk on the small footpath that led to the other side... However, he was bothered about the thunderstorm which was getting closer and closer... He'd always hated thunder and lightning.. When he was little he always used to hide under his mother's bed until it was all over.. But now that he was 25 years old, he no longer feared thunderstorms. Although, he was always cautious and respectful towards them.. Whenever it started to thunder he would immediately shut off all the electrical appliances in his house as not to attract the lightning... But now he had no defense other than to walk as fast as he could... He started to regret not taking the taxi driver up on his offer of shelter. He probably should of stayed there, but he just couldn't be bothered waiting around any longer. He was tired. He hadn't had a wink of sleep in the last 24 hours.. So, he decided to keep his mind focused on reaching his caravan so he could get some sleep...

Within a few minutes, Christopher came to the end of the High Street. As he turned the corner he saw the bridge.. He was sad that they'd closed it down, but he wasn't surprised. It was a very iconic bridge, but it was also a very old one.. Next to it was a sign that he'd never seen before. He headed over towards it to take a closer look.. It read.

''Due to deteriorated existing structure, works are necessary to replace the deck and columns of this bridge. It is now at a condition where the loss of the reinforcement section is of concern, compromising the structure's capacity to carry traffic loads. The work will take place over a 24 week period. The road closure will be in place for approximately one week (a maximum of two weeks), in order to reduce the inconvenience to an absolute minimum. We'd like to thank motorists for their patience.''

'Why did it have to be this week?' Chris thought to himself, while feeling pleased that the bridge wasn't actually being scrapped, it was merely being refurbished...

Just as Christopher turned to walk towards the footpath he heard a loud scream... A woman's scream. It had come from the High Street he'd just been on... A part of him was tempted to just keep on walking, another part to phone the police... But, for some reason, he did neither of those things... He headed to check it out for himself.

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As Christopher turned back onto the High Street he looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary.. He listened intently, and heard absolutely nothing, save for the ominous sound of thunder which was growing ever louder.. He stood still for about 30 seconds, and still nothing happened... Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, he heard a groan.. He listened again, and heard another groan, this one even louder than the last.. He started walking forwards, trying to locate where the sounds were coming from.

''Over here,'' a weak voice spoke.

Chris realised that the voice was coming from a nearby alleyway. He turned towards it and noticed a well dressed, middle aged woman.. ''What happened? Are you okay?' Chris asked the woman as he walked towards her.

''Yes, yes, I'm fine.. It was a man, he-'' she suddenly froze, realising that her handbag was missing. ''He's stolen my handbag!''

''Oh, no. Which way did he go?''

''Down the alley.'' She pointed behind her.

''Good,'' Chris said. ''There's no way out for him down there.. I better call you an ambulance.''

''No!'' she exclaimed.. ''I-I don't need an ambulance. All I need is for you to get my handbag back for me.. All of my credit cards are in there.''

''I think it would be best if we let the police deal with him,'' Chris suggested.

''They won't get here in time!'' she retorted.

''I've already told you, he can't get out down that way!'' Chris answered sternly.

''How do you know?''

''Because I've been coming to this particular High Street since I was 7 years old, that's how!''

Suddenly, there was a large crash, as a bin fell over from just behind the woman.. Before Chris had chance to investigate...a man jumped out from behind the other nearby bins and punched him square in the face.. Christopher stumbled backwards and fell against the wall. The woman gave out a large shriek in panic as she scrambled away. The man threw her handbag back at her, as he made off with the only item that was of interest to him...her purse.. The mugger turned onto the High Street and ran as fast as he could.

Chris quickly regained his composure and headed after the thief.. He quickly stopped, though, on realising that he would be leaving the woman alone. ''I can't leave you here like this.''

''I'm fine, just get after him!''

''You sure?''

''Yes! Go!'' the woman declared.

Christopher spun around and raced back out onto the High Street. He looked up the street and saw the man heading towards the shore. Just as Chris started to give chase after him, he saw an old man walking with his dog. ''Hey!'' Chris shouted.

The old man stopped walking and waited for Chris to reach him, wondering what the young man wanted.

''There's an injured woman down that alleyway.'' Chris pointed in its direction. ''Call an ambulance, and the police as well!''

''I don't have a phone,'' the old man responded.

''Here, use mine.'' Chris tossed the elderly man his cellphone/mobile phone.

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Christopher chased the man all the way down towards the docks... His head was throbbing after receiving the blow to his temple from the man he was now pursuing. He was shocked that the man who'd committed this crime was a middle aged fellow of around 45 years in age. He'd expected a teenager to be the one behind the mugging, but the man who hit him was no teenager.. He may have only caught a glimpse of his face, but the whole way in which the man was running betrayed the fact that he was middle aged...

With every step Chris took he was gaining on him.. He could almost reach out and touch him... The dock was only a few feet away now. This was his chance... Knowing that he had to act now, Christopher dived through the air...and missed the man by about half an inch. ''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' Chris hit the ground, rolled onto the dock and fell into the water.

The man turned around and grinned, realising the mistake his adversary had made.. He slowed his pace down, as he saw a man at the end of the dock covering his speedboat with a boat cover... The mugger proceeded to walk slowly behind the man (who's back was facing him).. His foosteps couldn't be heard thanks to the roaring sound of thunder above them.. The criminal (a plain, balding man, standing at about 5'7 in height) noticed a metal bar on the adjacent boat. He slowly reached down and picked it up.

By now, Chris had climbed back onto dry land.. As he turned around to look for the man he'd been chasing, he noticed him standing directly behind the other man at the edge of the dock. Christopher didn't waste any time before racing towards them.

The thief hovered behind the man who was tending to his boat... He raised the metal bar in the air.

''NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'' Chris shouted at the horrendous sight before him, but the sound of the raging thunder muted his cry.

In one swift motion...the criminal struck the man on the back of his head, sending him crashing down onto the top of his boat.. The mugger reached into the man's pocket and claimed the keys to his speedboat, before dragging him off the boat and throwing him onto the dock.

Chris arrived just as the criminal pulled the boat cover off, which he then proceeded to throw at him, covering the young man with it.. ''Damn it!'' Christopher fell backwards and hit the dock.

''HA-HA!'' the man let out a booming laugh of triumph.

''Shit!'' Christopher cursed, blinded by the cover.. As he fought to untangle himself from its grasp, he heard the engine of the speedboat start up. Chris tried harder to pull the cover off, as he knew he was running out of time... He finally pulled it off just as the boat started to move forwards. ''No you don't!'' Quickly getting to his feet, Chris darted forward, knowing that this was his final chance to apprehend his attacker. It was now or never... ''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' Chris took an almighty leap from the edge of the dock and...landed on the back of the speedboat (which was now starting to increase in speed)...

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The twofold thief who was at the helm of the boat heard the noise that Christopher's landing caused. He turned away from the steering wheel, metal bar still in hand, as he headed to finish off his pursuer once and for all...

Lightning struck high in the air above them. The blinding flash caused Chris to lose sight of his opponent, if only for a very brief moment.. Christopher noticed the silhouette of the metal bar in the air, he quickly dived to his feet and grabbed hold of the bar which was held in his adversary's right hand.. They struggled for several seconds, before the boat jolted violently sending them both tumbling backwards... The waves were fierce on this stormy night, and the speedboat could no longer take not having a driver.. Chris stumbled forward and noticed that the accelerator button was jammed in. He tried to hit the breaks but didn't know where to find them... ''What the-'' Chris felt a tug on the back of his shirt.. As he tried to look around behind him, he fell over the man crouched beneath him... ''Damn!'' Christopher shouted as he hit the floor..

''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' the man roared, before getting to his feet and kicking Christopher hard in his stomach, causing the young man to give out a cry of pain..

''AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' Chris pulled himself up using the railing, only to be nearly tipped out of the boat, as the man grabbed the wheel and turned it sharply.. Christopher reached out to grab the man, only to slip on the rainwater infested boat... ''Oh, boy,'' Christopher mumbled (unable to believe that he could have all this bad luck in one single night).

Christopher once again pulled himself to his feet (now he was really mad)... He started to remember the martial arts lessons he'd took when he was a teenager. He only ever made green belt, but hopefully he could remember enough moves to incapacitate the mad man at the wheel.. Christopher swung his foot high into the air as he landed a roundhouse kick on the side of the man's head. The criminal fell to his knees, while Christopher once again nearly fell over due to swinging his leg that high, but managed to steady himself using the railing.. ''AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHH!'' The man launched himself through the air towards Chris, but he missed him and fell onto the floor of the speedboat.. Chris lifted him up to his feet and punched him over and over again in the face.. He then proceeded to grab hold of the man's head and bang it on the railing. The man sunk to the ground. Christopher went to hit him again, but realised that the man was by now unconscious...

Suddenly, lightning struck the side of the boat, instantly setting it alight. Christopher felt the shockwaves coursing through his body and gave out a cry of pain.. Knowing that the boat could explode at any moment, he decided to jump from it. He didn't care that he was by now nearly a mile away from shore, he just had to get off this boat... He put one foot on the railing and began to steady himself, as he prepared to jump.. Just as he was about to leap into the water he heard a low groan.. As he looked down to the man at his feet, Chris let out a lengthy sigh.. And then, in a moment of compassion...decided that he couldn't just leave him here to die.. Reaching down, Christopher grabbed the man's right hand.. However, as soon as Chris started to pull him up...the man's eyes opened, and Christopher was tugged down towards him... ''AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' The two of them began to wrestle on the floor of the boat. Christopher tried to break free but couldn't...

'Is this how it ends?' Christopher thought, as he knew that in seconds the speedboat was going to explode... 'Please God, help me... Give me another chance at life.'

Suddenly, a bright light enveloped the whole boat.. At first, Chris thought that the boat had exploded...but it hadn't.. He knew that when he felt the surge of electricity shoot through his whole body. ''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' he screamed... For those of you who are wondering. Yes, they'd both being struck directly by lightning... And then, in the blink of an eye...both men vanished from the speedboat... Seconds after they disappeared, the boat exploded...

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Christopher couldn't see anything. All he could see was a bright, white light... He felt himself tumbling, spinning into nothingness.. He started to see people and places from his memories.. All those that he loved, and had loved, appeared before him in his minds eye... This was it... This was the end.. His whole life began to flash before his eyes for what felt like an eternity, but was in fact for only a few seconds... Suddenly, Christopher's vision returned to him. He could see the the ground before him.. Green grass. Which was growing at an alarming rate...

THUD! Christopher hit the ground hard...

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Christopher opened his eyes to see a forest surrounding him... ''What in the world?'' Whilst trying in vain to remember what had happened to him, Chris glanced up and looked at the trees before him... 'How did I end up here?' he thought to himself... Just then, it all came flooding back to him... The man, the boat, the thunderstorm.. 'But...how did I end up here?' he wondered once again... He'd just started to pull himself up...when he heard the roar of what sounded like thunder directly behind him.. ''Whoa!'' Christopher jumped to his feet and turned around...but there was nothing there... He could feel a presence, though, somewhere nearby... As the roaring sound began to quieten, Chris trembled.. It sounded strange... It sounded like...wings. Christopher suddenly span around and could not believe the sight before him...

''W-w-who...who are you?'' he asked in a fearful tone.

There was a brief moment of silence before...

''I am...Maleficent,'' the winged fae creature responded...

(A/N). So, there you have it, the end of chapter 1.. Please review and let me know what you think. But please remember this is my first ever fan-fic. So be kind... Okay?

I'll try and update as often as I can.

Thanks for reading.

Until next time, bye.