As soon as the three pixies reached Maleficent and Aurora, they paused midair, gasping dramatically to catch their breath. Maleficent restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Finally, Knotgrass spoke.
“We present this crown to our little Aurora, for whom we have sacrificed the best years of our—” She coughed, stopping her speech as soon as she saw the glare Maleficent was giving her.
Maleficent knew it was time to take matters in her own hands. Never send a pixie to do a faerie godmother’s job, she thought, taking the crown from Knotgrass. Then, ever so gently, she placed it upon Aurora’s head.
“You have your queen,” Maleficent announced to the crowd. A joyous cheer erupted. Maleficent watched Aurora smile warmly, a smile that only grew as she saw Phillip approach the throne. Maleficent watched as Aurora greeted the border guards, shaking their wooden hands, officially forming a new allegiance. It was all Maleficent’s parents had wanted—peace and harmony. The scene overwhelmed Maleficent.
Aurora would make a great and noble queen. One to unite the lands and bring the humans and Fair Folk together.
But, as many thought whenever they saw the graceful figure soaring through the air, it took a great hero and a terrible villain to make it all come about. And her name was Maleficent.