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January 29 - February 1, 2024
she thought the many kingdoms on land and sea were better off without such a power-hungry and foolish witch.
Maleficent couldn’t see into the future like some witches and fairies, but she was a good judge of character.
Maleficent had once loved the odd sisters deeply, though lately they were more like strange relatives she barely tolerated, and avoided at every opportunity.
“Like many of us, Maleficent, those loathsome sisters were unable to think clearly when their family was in peril.”
Maleficent had laughed at the old queen, whom she knew as Grimhilde.
The odd sisters had decreed that the brat queen and her family were to be left alone, so as not to anger Grimhilde. But Snow White wasn’t entirely untouched by the odd sisters, was she? The old queen Grimhilde could not control her daughter’s dreams. That was not her providence. That was not her domain. Dreams belonged to the good fairies and to the sisters three.
“An old friend who ripped your soul from your body, turning it into a husk. Yours and countless other souls,”
family was capable of causing more harm than anyone. Family was true heartbreak. They could rip out your heart like no one else. They could destroy your spirit and leave you alone in the tangled depths of despair. Family could ruin you, more than a lover might, and surely more than even
the dearest of friends could. Family could hold its power over you.
“I’m Triton’s eldest daughter. He sent me here to see that his sister was given a proper funeral.” She looked at the witches, who were staring blankly back at her. Out of nervousness, she kept talking. “I hope you don’t mind my sisters and I being here.”
She honestly didn’t know what was worse: living her life
in the dream world, or living in a world where everyone lied to her.
Maleficent had been born in the Fairylands, in the hollow of a tree filled with screeching crows. She was little and defenseless, and she seemed to be made up entirely of sharp edges. Her features were pointy and her skin had a milky-green pallor. Terrible nubby horns were starting to emerge from her bony little head. Nothing about her was right. Nothing at all.
crows were evil.
If they are the reason I tried to kill you, then no power will be great enough to save the odd sisters from my wrath!”
You’d think the fairies would have thought of something more creative. Practically every princess in peril has been saved by Love’s First Kiss! For goodness’ sake, between witches and fairies, can’t we think of something more original?
Why
must a young girl need a man to save her? Why can’t a princess fight for her own life, break her own curse? Why must it always be a prince? By Hades, I want to kill Prince Phillip on principle, just so we don’t have yet one more prince kissing some helpless sleep...
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“Well, aren’t you a modern man of the age?”
