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4. Cheryl Cole – Fight For This Love
The darkness swirled around her ankles, somehow glutinous even though she could see it was just mist. It seemed to cling and tug at her dress as if alive. She should have brushed it away, except she didn't want to touch it, plus she was too focussed on following the last threads of light being yanked through it like a vapour trail. She stepped forward, into and then through the black fog, until she reached the other side.
He was on what passed for the ground, facedown and not moving. Cold fear gripped her insides, followed by anger so blistering that if she opened her mouth she would surely breathe fire. The figure towering over him didn't turn, either not sensing the threat of her arrival or not considering her a threat at all.
"Maleficent!"
The figure did turn then. She sneered at the little mouse in the pink dress. Well, why wouldn't she? Being a seven feet tall, green-skinned, world-shattering witch gave you the kind of confidence to think you could yank kings through the darkness, kill them without reprisal and take their world with nobody powerful enough to stand against you. She stood proudly, like a cat that had patiently stalked its prey and was irritated at being interrupted at the crucial moment.
Big mistake. Cats had claws, but mice could scratch just as hard.
"Get away from him," Minnie said.
"Or what?" One side of Maleficent's mouth quirked. She seemed honestly amused.
Minnie set her feet and raised her hands, magic pooling between her palms. "Or you'll be sorry."
"I'm trembling." Maleficent didn't move. "Really."
The power glowed; bright as first light after a long night; more brilliant than the heart of a star. It came from inside and outside, pulled from somewhere the darkness couldn't touch. Maleficent could never understand the power of love, so she could never truly defeat it. The force of Minnie's beat back the swirling shadows.
"You should. Really."
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