Many years before, even before the young Maleficent met Diaval, another meeting happened in a border of moors. It was not a meeting of friends, nor of lovers, but of two beings who considered as enemies. A human and a fairy. A fairy of moors, her friends and her family had died in hands of humans who were greedier to capture moors, to enslave its inhabitants. She was all alone and broken, she wandered in moors seeking solace and redemption of what she had done, covering her protruding abdomen with her wings.
A few seasons ago, she met a young man wandering in moors. She had warned him that if protectors of moor will see him, and he thanked her for saving his life. Both young and harboring feelings of romance fell in love with each other in no time. Maia gave herself to him and even told him many details about her home, the moors. Because of their romantic involvements, a child, half fae and half human, conceived.
She knew that he deserved to know of his child and when she came to the place, which was their usual meeting place, instead he saw an army, lead by a young prince, had arrived to capture her homeland. To her shock, she found that prince was her lover, Henry whom she thought a peasant. He was a prince in disguise, who had deceived her trust and instead had come to collect information to destroy her kind and her home. Weeping, she fled to the distant part of moors, wanting to end her life. However, she found a baby fairy, a beautiful girl, whose parents had been brutally murdered by Henry's armies. She raised the girl and named her Maleficent, who called her mother. Few months later, she gave birth to a son, a bastered son of a prince.
She grew too week after his birth and knew her time was ending. One-year-old Maleficent had no idea of what happened to her. Maia placed the girl under Balthazar's care, who knew the truth and with the final energy she had, took her son to the nearby human village. And kept him on the doorstep of a small cottage, she watched the sleeping babe for the last time, and with a flick of her fingers, his name engraved to his blanket.
Stefan.
So guys, this is Stefan's back-story, (there was an idea to make him the bastered son of king Henry with a fairy in earlier version, so this is my idea how it happened), and thank you my friend, Foreverinfrontofu, and anisgilos aka annonymousse (I'm sorry if I mispronounced this) for reviewing and all who followed this fic and favorited it! Leave a review, to know what you think, constructive criticism appreciated.