Prompt from Jer: Can you do a story with Maleficent and the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast as sisters?

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She never particularly got on with her sister.

Two sides of the same coin, their mother used to say.

Whereas she would make up stories and kingdoms for her doll, Maleficent was more likely to 'torture' them, ripping out their hair and burying them in the soil.

When their old teacher would lecture them, she would feel shame, whereas Maleficent would be thinking of ways to get back at her.

She could still remember the day they separated.

Their home was in ruins, their parents' dead, her ears practically bleeding from the sound of the invasion from the human world. She was huddled down in the corner, desperately trying to think of a spell that would help.

Maleficent had already taken matters into her own hands, green fire spouting up from the ground and engulfing the attackers.

That was the last time she saw her sister in quite some time.

Moving to France was the only way to avoid the harsh memories of being hunted down like a wild animal. Maybe that was why she was so cruel to the spoilt prince.

He was a child, raised by a tyrant king… of course he would be cruel.

Never mind… it all worked out in the end.

Watching the festivities as Belle and Adam danced around the room, the Enchantress's thoughts turned back to her sister.

It had been years since she'd learnt of her death.

She couldn't help but wonder what she looked like at the end.

Was Maleficent shocked? She must have been… Maleficent had been planning the downfall of King Stephen and his kingdom for years, only for it all to be ruined by one Prince.

And she had been so proud of her dragon form as well.

The rumours had probably all been exaggerated, but she was still haunted by how it could have ended.

Maleficent falling to her knees… that final deathly rattle… the red clashing across the green and purple.

And then nothing.

She wasn't here anymore, and despite everything…. she missed her sister.