She stepped forward. “Why curse me over a party invitation?” she demanded. “At least tell me that.” The light from Maleficent’s staff shook as she laughed. “Do you think it was over a party? Do you know what your name means, child?” Of course she did. “The rising sun.” “Yes, gold of sunshine in your hair,” Maleficent said, twisting a lock of Aurora’s hair with the end of her staff. “Lips that shame the red, red rose. You are a bearer of light. And all light is a threat to the kingdom of darkness I was born to rule. That is why you must die.”
