The Impostor

Two Years of Misery

If Maleficent had to put words on the last two years she spent pacing furiously her throne room, throwing purple, lethal lightnings at her useless goons, hurting them, torturing them, killing them, she would say there were indeed no words more accurate than those four.

Two years of misery.

Sometimes, she had the courage to grasp her scepter and summon her boundless powers so she could see the woman whose memory never left her tormented mind through the yellow ball.

She thought letting her go would allow Aurora to live her life, know the simplicity and all the benefits of a royal life, the life of a princess, released from any threat and fear. A perfect happily ever after.

But the more she looked at her through her magical visions, the more she understood she had been utterly wrong.

Princess Aurora was many things, but unfortunately, there was one thing she wasn't, and to know that was destroying the wicked fairy's soul more and more every day.

Aurora was not happy. And this was her fault. The woman she let go, the woman she gave up on, the woman she loved like she never did, was desperate, because of her.

During all these hours, all these days, and all these months, she had seen everything.

First she had seen the green fairy Fauna bent over Aurora, placing a soothing hand on the girl's forehead. She had seen the princess' tears as she understood what her so-called aunt was trying to do. The good fairy had erased Aurora's memories related to her. Or at least a part of it.

Aurora didn't remember anything that happened after her awakening, and above all, she didn't remember who kissed her. She didn't remember how Maleficent had pressed her lips against hers, nor how the princess had returned the kiss, but in a far more passionate and wanting way. She didn't remember how their body quivered and shaked together, she didn't remember how their tongues danced together, she didn't remember how their hands intertwined as if they had been made for this.

The only thing Aurora remembered was opening her eyes and seing the Impostor sitting at her bedside, smiling at her as if he did all the work, as if he succeeded!

But there was still one mystery Maleficent hadn't solved yet. Why did Fauna only erase Aurora's memories after the curse? Why this foolish fairy didn't erase all the princess' memories about her? This would have been so much more clever! This would have prevent Aurora from suffering and sinking into the darkest paths of madness. That was another clear proof that this wretched good fairy had no brain. Like her stupid sisters and their worthless Prince Phillip.

All simple fools.

As soon as she had woken up, Phillip had taken Aurora in his strong arms, fully healed from his former injuries the dark fairy had inflicted him with such a great pleasure.

The Impostor couldn't stop smiling radiantly at her, telling her he was going to marry her, they were going to have children and become a great king and queen, but his stupid smile soon faded away.

Indeed, as he was solemny proclaiming his true pure eternal love to his betrothed, Aurora didn't even deign to look at him and didn't bother to answer either, for the first and only word she could pronounciate was...

Maleficent.

When she heard her beautiful voice whispering her name as a plea, a prayer, the wicked fairy almost dropped her staff as she felt her heart ache and her throat go dry. Then she placed two thin fingers upon her lips. They were burning, melting with the memory of Aurora's lips on them.

This had been the moment when everything changed. Phillip understood Aurora will never love him, and he had no other choice but to lie to her.

So he told her he had vanquished the dragon and saved the princess.