I Dont own Sleeping Beauty, thought I wish I did. So none of the characters are mine.

I dint know about you, but cursing a child for not being invited to a party seems a bit extremeeven for someone as evil as Maleficent. What if the curse wasnt about getting back at Stefan but rather someone else in the room. Someone who would suffer from raising a child to suffer a fate as bad as death.

This does have a different ending from my original post of this story. By all means check that out if you like this one. The two endings are very different.


Centuries ago I was not how I am now. I had been happy, content with the world I knew. I had brown hair and purple translucent wings but I lost them to a demon unlike any other. I lost them to my once beloved. I used to have a life not as it was now. No dark cloaks or dragon forms, no cursing children or changing fate. It had just been me, the parentless, guardian less child of the Fairy Godmother program. But now that life had died off centuries ago.

I wore black cloaks and currently listened to a scream. A triumphant cry of joy rang out into the valley as I laid impaled on cold hard rock beneath a cliff, waiting for sweet darkness to cloud my vision and take me from this horrid world. I watched as over the edge of the crumbling cliff the stupid boy prince glanced down at me and then leaped in victory, over his shoulder the three fairies fluttered in their small forms. Two of which celebrated my final defeat by dancing and jumping as they flew, but the last one, the red one, Flora floated solemnly staring down at my heaving corpse. I looked up at her in turn, glaring enraged that after what she did to me, she won. It was a few hundred years ago my torment started, before she became a good fairy, before she was a fairy godmother.

We had both been just two lonely fairies in the bog. Standing different from the other more playful magicals, we both had preferred to learn all we could, dreaming of the day we could become Fairy Godmothers to some poor child. Together we shared this dream, together we would spend hours studying together exploring every inch of the library that had become our home, our safety, hidden beneath the books but scarce of people. Since the day we meet at that very library we had become inseparable and invulnerable to everything else. We covered each other's weakness and made each other strong and more powerful. It was a beautiful thing we had but, in my mind, nothing was more beautiful than Flora. I remembered she was different back then, her incredible curiosity had gotten us in more than a few tough places, but nothing we couldn't get out of. What had fascinated her most was the legends of magicals or Fairy Godmothers going rouge, falling to the dark side of the world. She loved to spend hours reading about all the forbidden evil spells.

I still remember the one day she ran to my house made out of a large tree, her dark cloak covered her head to feet making her look like death without a scythe. She had known the spell I used to lock my door and entered with ease. It was a dark night when she woke me begging for my help. I quickly lit the candle on my night stand and gasped when she shyly pulled down her hood. Within her soft auburn hair two long midnight horns stood like a crown twisting back to give it more effect. From her back where her translucent orange pink wings once stood were two massive dirty brown eagles wings. They dragged on my floor as she paced around in panic begging me to help her. Full of fear for my beloved, I rushed to my bookshelf pulling off spell book after spell book. One of them held the key, the answer I was looking for. "How did this happen?" I asked her focusing upon my task, perhaps if I knew there would be another way.

She hesitated for a moment sitting down on my bed as a depressed state seemed to loom over her. "I sort of accidentally cast one of the forbidden spells." Immediately I whipped around to face her.

"You did what?!" I cried at her before turning back around to the bookshelf making the sudden realization of the tone I just scolded her with, still I didn't face her. I just continued to pull out books till I found it, one glance at the cover and I started to flip through its pages. I found it, quickly I read the page hoping it would help, only it would become permanent. Still I took the book over to the bed where I noticed small translucent blue tears dripping down her rosy cheeks. "Look Flora, I'm sorry I yelled but that was really reckless of you. Either way I found something that can fix you." I grabbed her hand gently and pulled her up to stand. Then I took her other hand and started to chant. The normal warm feeling of magic flowed through us before spilling out of our linked hands and swirling around us. The whole process took only a few moments before the magic settled down and dissipated. Quickly I pulled up a mirror to her letting her observe her changes before letting her see mine. No longer did the horns come from her auburn hair nor did eagle wings protrude from her back, once more they were her sparkling translucent pink.

I held the mirror infront of me for as long as I could before she pushed it away to reveal the black horns coming now from my flat long brown hair and the wings dragging behind me. "What did you do?" She cried out sorrow in her voice as she looked at what was now the new me.

"The only way to get rid of a forbidden spell is to move it to someone else" I replied coating my voice in sugar so that she wouldn't hear the sorrow in my own voice. That day had been memorable since it set me towards this path. The next day I was kicked out of the Fairy Godmother program for performing a forbidden spell, but never did I regret the decision not even now as I watch her fly away, do I regret that day. If only that could've lasted. Months later she tore apart my heart and ended our love for the sake of her stupid career.

It took me so long to get over it, an anger I never knew I had festered inside me as I waited. I pledged myself to the dark powers and let them consume me in the name of revenge and I waited for the moment. The simple moment I could make her feel my pain. That night I left the village, I stole forbidden magic tomes from the library and set the place a blaze with my anger which spouted bright green flames. I relocated to atop a lonely isolated mountain peak, inside a broken and old abandon castle. The last thing I did to cleanse myself of her was to get rid of those filthy wings I gave myself for her sake. I had tried to break the horns, but they were invincible to every attack I had, but the wings I easily severed with a knife.

I cut into what had become my flesh and cried out, the second worse pain I had ever felt was to tear apart such natural things as wings of a fairy. Sparkling blackish red blood gushed from the wound dancing till it dripped off my skin as the spot started to numb, as energy started to flow from me. I gathered together my strength and cast forth on the ground upon which I fell, a massive bright green healing circle. A few moments later the circle blasted its magic to the sky creating a beam of bitter lime light that blasted into the sky, through the angry storm clouds that encircled the skies above the castle making it seem eternally night.

Over the next several decades I studied, I learned, I waited. Quickly I familiarized myself with nearly all the dark magics. I collected and created dark relics, including a tall staff perfect for myself with a perfect citrine sphere atop it. I raised an army of demons and from the dark recesses of hell summoned forth a devil, Diablo who took the shape of a midnight colored raven. He became a dear friend, the only friend I needed. It was near a century when my time finally came. From my demonic spies in the shadows I learnt of a party for a newborn child that the three good fairies, as they've come to be known, would attend. I scoffed at the idea of throwing a party for something that wouldn't even remember it, but I planned to attend anyway. I went searching, from book to book for a perfect curse for the child, what would possibly devastate that crimson witch? I laughed when I found it. And made all possible preparations.

When the day came, I was ready. Standing, waiting in the shadows that hid in the room's small corners for the supposed good fairies. I watched as each flew in with their miniature form and older woman disguised that allowed them to be easily trusted and then grew to normal size. They spoke with the King I had met a few decades earlier and then moved to the darling princess. I watched as Flora and her new friend Fauna each gift the child, but before little Merriweather could gift her spell, I cast my own, I blew open the large doors letting the wind howl like wolves. I made thunder crack like a whip and lightning crash blacking out the lights. That's when I made my entrance, a small chartreuse glow of fire appeared before the King and in moments it erupted growing bigger and bigger until I emerged from it. Diablo who had been hiding amongst the gargoyles flew to land upon my staff. My name was called in shock and disbelief and for a moment I waited. Then I expressed to the foolish king my phony disappointment at not receiving and invitation to this event. Before he could respond however, little Merriweather being who she had always been cried out her response first. "You weren't wanted!"

I mockingly gasped seemingly shocked but instead desiring to burst out laughing. "Not wa…? Oh, dear, what an Awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely do to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way." I responded turning around as if to leave, Diablo even hopping onto my shoulder to glare at them as I did so but stopping when the Queen spoke up.

"And you're not offended, your excellency?" She asked clearly terrified as she should be. For in those centuries I had managed to make a name for myself built on the fear I easily created in the hearts of many.

I smiled at the respect she still managed to show by referring to me as higher than herself. "Why no, your majesty." I replied with the same level of respect. "And to show you I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child." The three fairies protectively huddled around the cradle as if to protect the small child. But no one could protect her now. Diablo leapt from my shoulder as I began, "Listen well, all of you!" I called to the crowd before proclaiming, "The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sunsets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die." I watched as Flora's eyes grew wide.

"Seize that creature!" The pitiful king ordered to his guards who followed the order.

Just as I appeared the flames came again as I yelled out, "Stand back you fools." To the guards and disappeared to my castle knowing that Merriweather would then use her gift to merely alter my curse so the dear princess would wake again with true love's kiss. I let it all out releasing my pent-up maniacal laughter. For both Flora and I had known true love to be nothing more than a simple myth, a legend, and overall nonexistent.

However, for once I was proven wrong as I lay on the hard stone, iron piercing through my chest. Now I know that it exists, I just was never meant to have it. Any minute now the prince will wake Aurora and I will pass from this world.

I watched the one scene infront of me as I grew weaker and weaker, slowly fading. A feeling of exhaustion flooding me, willing me to close my eyes and give into rest's lull. The lids of my eyes drooping down as they grew heavy. A scarlet dot appeared, just as I was about to give in, coming closer. Auburn hair and electric rose eyes, sweet pink skin and the softest touch, Flora suddenly beside me. Her old woman disguise gone revealing all that I had once loved.

I felt as something cold hit my skin, I looked at her, eyes watering, her gaze solemn. Was she crying? Was she really crying, for me? I released a grunt of pain as my gut opened, flaring my wound to life, the heavy steel no longer sprouting from my gut. Did she, did Flora pull it out? Jolted awake, my blood spilled out, gushing black sparkling life. Metal clattered somewhere in the distance as I struggled to sit up to look at myself. Only I found strong hands pushing gently but firm on my shoulders, willing me back down and beating my fleeting strength.

Flora's hands lit up with a healing glow, hovering over the wound as she desperately tried to fix what had been done.

Rage swelled up inside me, what right does she have? What right, after what she did, does she have to be good. This death, my death will hang on her, my blood will never wash from her hands. Phillip may have thrown the sword, but she enchanted it to kill me. She is my murderer, and she will live with that.

"Get off me you" The burning in my throat was different, almost like bile I choaked out blood, whipping the ink from my lip with my arm. "piece of scum imposter." Each breath took from me, more and more than the last. Heaving in a gust I continued "You lying traitor. Worse than the dirt I walked on, then those royal pieces of rubbish."

Tears streamed from her burning cheeks, "I'm sorry." she cried out, stopping the spell to cover her face with her hands and wand. "I'm sorry."

I reached my arm up, grabbing hold of her dress's chest and pulling her close with an ever weakening grip. Her ear so close to my lips, I whispered out in dying breath, "I … will revel … the day … you join me in hell."