Lily's Fight For Light

Prologue

 Lily's P.O.V.

Sometimes you think that life is so bad, it can only get better. That is exactly what I thought when, at the age of 15, I slowly approached the bench where my former best friend Emma was sitting, crying. When her foster parents found out who I really was, they couldn't handle the fact that Emma had been friends with someone like me. I was still unsure if I could get another shot. I thought about it some more, but I decided it would be best not to instigate more trouble than I already had. Thinking about my actions was most definitely something that I rarely did, as I had already somewhat ruined Emma's life as well as my own.

She didn't know a lot of things about me, and that was for one reason. Emma was my best friend (and really my only friend) because she helped me feel more hopeful and was more understanding than anyone I had ever known. However, I had decided as soon as I saw her face as she sat there, probably thinking about how she never should have trusted me or been my friend, that the best thing to do would be to just walk away. I had already done enough damage, and I didn't want to try to help because, knowing me, I would only just make the situation worse. After all, that was what I was good at.

Emma, being the smart and attentive person she was, caught me in my tracks. "Lily? Of course you knew where to find me". Oh my goodness. I wasn't sure if I heard resentment or forgiveness in her voice, but I decided to go with the latter. "You ready to have some fun?" I half-whispered. That was one of the moments when my poor judgment got the best of me. You would think that I would feel extremely embarrassed, but, to say the least of it, I was used to this feeling by now. "Emma... I-" "NO. I don't want to hear it. You ruined my last shot at a happy life. I don't want anything to do with you". "Yeah well, I don't want anything to do with myself, either, Emma". I thought. "You are completely right to not forgive me, Emma. I just want to say that no matter what I do, I never seem to be able to do the right thing. It's like my life is just... I don't know, it's just constantly steered toward darkness. It sounds crazy, and to me, it even feels like some sort of curse."

If I hadn't said the word curse, I don't think that I would have been able to fathom what that old man would explain to me on the bus later that night. I would not have been at all prepared for what was going to come next, years later, if I had not known who my mother was.

Now, I am an adult, and I know the truth about my mother, Maleficent. I am still angry with Snow and David for what they did to my mother and me, but I can handle it now, and I have forgiven them, in a way. Emma has her happy ending now, and so does the rest of her family, but alas, I do not have mine. The pain I felt on that frosty night when I lost my best friend was devastating, but it made me strong. It prepared me to fight for my happy ending, and it prepared me to fight for my mother and myself.