There was a place, where people both you and I lived, who had a vile, greedy king, that no one fancied much. Bordering that place was the Moors, who had no king nor queen and lived on by trust between one another.
The moors had creatures of different sizes, height and color. Some, with ginormous eyes and ears too small that looked disproportioned and some, were large, tall and skinny that has their whole body made out of vines from trees. Everyone was in grace in the Moors, a few pixies played in the mud and naughtily threw them at some innocent creatures direction. The flowers bloomed as the fairies watered, and placed magical spells that made them look even more beautiful in the distance. Trees were everywhere for tiny little animals to rest in and grass for anyone to lay on. Everything was well.
On the edge of a giant, steep cliff stood a very strong tree. And on that very tree rested a girl. But she was no ordinary girl; she was a fairy, with thick, feathery wings behind her back.
Her eyes fluttered open when she heard the sound of a crack coming above her. She stood immediately, eager to help, and looked at the broken branch above. Smiling, she wrapped the branch with her palms, protecting the crack, and closed her eyes, letting the magic spill out. There was some white light, and when she let go of the branch, the crack was not visible anymore.
“There you go,” she said, “Good as ever.”
She stood at the edge of another branch and looked across the Moor, a small smile tugged on her lips as she admired the wonderful landscape in front. It was a sunny day, a small flight won’t hurt.
Then, she tiptoed to the edge of the branch and dropped. Before you think that the story has come to an end here, and introduction of the girl is needed. That girl’s name was Maleficent.
Maleficent let herself drop, she was used to this. She wrapped herself tighter with her wings as she got closer to the ground. However, at just the right height, she flung open both her wings and positioned herself so she was parallel to the lake and shot across right above it, cutting the waterline in half and creating splashes that caused the creatures beside to complain.
“Sorry,” Malficent shouted back, with a sour expression on her face.
She continued zooming across the Moor after that. Taking advantage of her fairy abilities; she could go high enough to reach the clouds or low enough just to drop a good morning to a snail that was passing by below.
It also enables her to overlook the entire place. Below her, on a small piece of land that was peculiarly located in the center of the lake, a small meeting was happening. Maleficent, now filled with curiosity, swept down to inquire more about the fuss going on.
The three pixies that were suspended in mid-air turned to Maleficent with wide eyes upon her arrival, all having their mouth open, clearly, they had news.
“What’s all the fuss about?” Maleficent asked, a slight crease on her brow.
Knotgrass, the pixie in the center with pink clothing was the first to speak, not directly at Maleficent but an order to keep the two other pixies beside her silent.
“I will tell her the news.” Knotgrass ordered, poking her finger right at the chest.
“No, I should tell her, you did it last time!” Interfered Thistlemit, a pixie with green clothing.
“No, I should. I never told the news.” Argued Fittle, a pixie with blue clothing.
“It doesn’t matter who tells the news, so, I’m thinking it should be me.” Said Knotgrass.
“Can you please tell me about it?” Asked Maleficent, slightly annoyed with the argument.
Knotgrass took a deep breath and tuned her heads to the direction of the two other pixies, making sure their quiet, she said: “The border guards-“
“—THE BORDER GUARDS—” Interuptted Thistlemit, however…
“FOUND A HUMAN THIEF!”
Both Knotgrass and Thistlemit’s voice was not loud enough to cover Flittle’s. With few vile glares at each other, they started closing in. But before they could even start the fight, Maleficent shot upwards so fast and broke the pixies apart, making them spin backwards.
Knotgrass whirled her body at Maleficent—who was now in the air and a distance away—and sighed, “Always like that!” she called out.
Maleficent, now, was too busy thinking about the human thief to shout back an apology. No human ever was curious enough—or brave enough—to go into The Moors, this was the first time.
She landed softly at the edge of the Moors where the two border guards—the tall skiny and strong creatures with the body made out of tree vines—stood with their spears in hand. Both of them looked at the same direction, apparently at a thick bunch of vines dangling, with a visible crease on their brow.
“Come out!” Maleficent ordered, in a—if possible—friendly tone. “We won’t hurt you.”
Behind the vines a boy shouted back, “No!”
“It’s alright.” She reassured.
He shouted back again, “No, they’re ugly.”
Both of the guards grunted and Maleficent turned towards them, “No, Trusle, you look fine. Alecto, fine as ever. Don’t listen to him.”
The guard’s leafy mouths formed into a smile.
“That’s extremely rude!” Maleficent yelled, frowning.
“Sorry, but I have never seen them before.”
“Just come out, right this instant or I’m coming in to get you.”
There was a moment of silence and a shuffle of noise, but then, a boy that looked the same age as Maleficent came out, wearing tights and clothing a little too short for himself. His hair was messy and curly, clear that he did not cared much about it.
Maleficent smiled a little, the guards, however, stood even straighter.
“I’m not afraid,” she said, stretching herself taller, “Now give it.”
She opened up her palm and extended her hands.
“Give what?” The boy asked, but he knew what she was asking.
She did not reply verbally, but the annoyance in her face deepened. The boy, at last, surrendered. He handed out the tiny pebble he stole and dropped it, with guilt on his face, onto Maleficent’s palm, she closed it.
“Thank you,” she said, “I’m Maleficent by the way.”
The boy looked at her, confused on the sudden shift of tone, “Stephan.” He replied.
“Nice to meet you Stephan.”
Maleficent looked to the side and saw her own reflection in the lake. Without hesitating, she threw the pebble back into the lake and watched it sink to the bottom.
