Throughout the kingdom there was peace, there had been peace ever since Aurora and Phillip became King and Queen. Sometimes in the early mornings you would hear an angelic singing voice echoing throughout the kingdom but it was not Queen Aurora or King Phillip. Instead the voice came from outside the kingdom, through the forest, past the old cottage where Queen Aurora stayed when she was in hiding but instead it came from the dark palace where the Mistress of all Evil was known to live.
Alas it was not Maleficent singing, who would have thought that, but rather her 18-year-old son, Armand. Armand, unfortunately, is the son of Maleficent. Armand 6'9 tall boy with long black hair, tied up in a ponytail, a well built boy, since he has trained in fighting tactics, a few scars on his chest from the past, they were very light green on his skin almost white. Armand looked at the horizon, with his glowing slit eyes, singing a song he wrote himself while fixing his sideburns as well as brushing his goatee. He was wearing a tight black shirt, with puffy sleeves, showing a part of his chest, and black dress pants and black boots.
There wasn't much in Armand's room apart from his bed, a window, a mirror, a staff he made himself made from an old oak tree but due to his magic the staff was black and the top of staff looked like two flames trying to hug each other, there was also a sword to help with his fighting skills for those moments when he doesn't have his staff in combat. The palace was also in ruins so Armand didn't have much of a ceiling either as some of it was missing.
"ARMAND!" The Mistress of All Evil shouted throughout the palace. Armand rolled his eyes and grabbed his staff in case something was about to go down between his mother and him. Armand found her in the throne room, sitting on the throne of course, you could really tell Armand was her son as he had horns like hers, not as big though, and light green skin like his mother.
"What?"
"What, have I told you, about singing?"
"Singing is only for the heroes."
"Exactly, I don't want my only son to be like those pathetic heroes"
"Singing does help in a way though." Armand said confidently, this isn't the first time he stood up to his mother, Maleficent looked at him with shock, she couldn't believe her own son enjoyed singing.
"What could you possibly mean, how does singing help?"
"Well, for starters I wouldn't have found Mansel if it wasn't for my singing." Mansel was a black wolf Armand found one day while singing ever since/spanspan style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;" day he's stayed a loyal pet. Maleficent scoffed and rolled her eyes. "If you really are 'The Mistress of All Evil' you would know singing helps. You are no way near the Mistress of All Evil you are just an angry witch with anger problems."
Maleficent couldn't believe what she heard, her own son questioning her reputation, she could only do one thing, she blasted her own son with magic to show her power but her son was prepared and blocked himself with his own magic. They were now caught in a magic fight both of them blocking each other's magic, for a few moments it seemed like Armand was winning, now it was tense as they both cast spells at the same time causing their spells to block each other in the center. Maleficent used all her magic to fight back and she won, a few rocks fell on top of Armand but Maleficent up until the moment she couldn't find Armand.
She looked all over the castle and no sign of him but little does she know that up above her a group of golden leaves were flying away in the distance.