Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone except Nefaria.
Note: Just a little something my brain came up with.
Judging by the green smoke around her, Mal knew her mom was about to turn into a dragon.
Well, crud.
And, the smoke increased, and increased, and... stopped? And not on its own accord, no, but there was some other red smoke stopping Maleficent. Okay, what? All her life, Mal had heard how there was no fairy more powerful than her mother – though the Blue Fairy could be equal – and now someone comes and is able to stop her mother?
Suddenly, a woman materialized in the throne room; her hair was a vibrant shade of red, tied back in a French braid, she had the same eyes as Mal and Maleficent, her cheekbones were pretty sharp, she was tall, and her eyelashes were thick. All in all, she resembled Mom and her a lot.
"Maleficent Isabella!" Mystery Lady roared.
Startled, the evil fairy turned, and for the first time in her life, the purplette saw fear on her mom's face.
"Just what do you think you are doing, young lady?" her voice was quiet, but anyone could see the steel and barely contained fury underneath.
"Mommy, I-" Mommy?!
"You what? You were going to transform into a dragon? You were going to hurt countless innocents? You were going to strike – strike – your own daughter for a petty theft?"
Well, Mal was already beginning to fear the woman.
"Mommy, I can explain!"
The evilest villain in the land is calling her mother 'Mommy'...I think I'm going to faint.
"Explain then!" this time, her voice was louder, and rougher, gravelly.
"The wand..." Mom began a speech on the scheme, and why it was "completely amazing", in the evil woman's opinion.
Her grandmother (might as well call her that) was not amused.
"Are you trying to tell me, that because you wanted to get out of that prison island, and because your child was going outside by permission, you concocted the most dishonourable theft known to faeries? That you put your daughter, your own flesh and blood, in harm's way merely to get what you wanted? That you were willing to hurt her because the girl defied you?" The tone got more and more scornful at every word.
Whew, Grandma was on fire!
(Since when did she think that way again?)
"Well, I think your daughter was well within her rights to defy you!" thanks, grandma, "I am very, very disappointed in you, Maleficent Isabella," ooh, full name! "I didn't raise you so that you can go and sully this family's name, or use your own blood as tools."
Even Mal knew that was a low blow, but it managed to do the work. Maleficent looked suitably chastised.
"And you tried to steal from your own sister! I did not expect, or wish for, my children to turn their backs on each other like this." Fairy Godmother looked to the ground, "Isabella and Lucia are now rivals, and Nova is avoiding everyone, sitting up in a star, I'm sure." She seemed to remember something, and then waved her hand, which caused everyone else to unfreeze.
Through some form of magic, the people were able to see the confrontation, but not do anything.
"Ma'am, who are you?" Ben asked Grandma.
"I am Queen Maleficent Nefaria of the Moorlands, mother of Maleficent Isabella, Maleficent Lucia and Maleficent Nova, grandmother of Maleficent Bertha and Jane."
Queen Belle laughed nervously, "That's a whole lot of Maleficents..."
"Maleficent is actually a family name, you know, a surname or what qualifies for a surname for fairies anyway." Mal piped up.
"And who are your other two children?" King Beast/Adam apprehensively asked.
"Well, my firstborn is whom you call the Mistress of All Evil, my second child is Blue Fairy," there were gasps, "And my third child is your very own Fairy Godmother." Cue even more gasps. Wait, Jane was her cousin? Or was it Maleficent Jane? No, she'd probably have her father's name, right? But Mal had her mother's name...then again, Hades didn't have surname for her to carry.
It was all very confusing.
But the point of the matter was that a woman named Nefaria had three daughters, was a queen, and subsequently made said daughters princesses. Since the daughters were princesses, their daughters would also be princesses.
"I don't have to act all prissy princess-like now, do I?" she asked, cringing.
"No, no, dear, I find that all very stupid." Oh, so it was genetic.
Then something struck Mal with the force of the bolder Sisyphus was supposed to move.
"My real name is Bertha?!"
A/N: I honestly hope this turned out alright. I mean, this is the first Descendants fic that I'm posting...