A Gift

[misstressofevil]

The dragon flew across the night sky. She was almost invisible to the eyes except for a glint of starlight off of her scales. Her eyes sparkled with barely contained malevolence as she spotted the castle below her.

 

 

With a dip of her wings, the dragon dropped lower, bringing the castle into clear view, the guards on the wall pointed up and raised the alarm. The dragon circled the castle in the air as she amusingly watched the people on the ground run around, filling the night air with their cries.

 

“To arms! To arms!”

 

“Look in the sky! A dragon!”

 

“It's Maleficant!”

 

The doors to the castle burst open and King Hubert stormed out in self righteous importance, as only as a king could, followed by a half a dozen knights.

 

The dragon let out a roar, banking to the left taking her higher into the night sky until she reached a desired point, she headed back down spiraling down faster and faster. Then she opened her jaws and a column of hot sickly green-white flame spilled forth.

 

Screams filled the air as people scattered to find cover form the fire. When the deadly rain ceased and the crackling of the fire stopped, Hubert and his men looked up to see Maleficant standing in the middle of the courtyard.

 

“Good evening King Hubert,” Maleficant said coolly, a touch of a smile on her face.

 

“Maleficant!” Hubert flustered at the sight of the evil enchantress. His face turned red and with a mixture of fear and bravado made his way over to the fairy.”What is the meaning of this!”

 

“Why your Majesty, you don't look very happy to see me,” the fairy practically cooed at the king. “To think I came all this way to see you and this is the reception I receive.”

 

“What could a vile monster like you want here,” Hubert snarled, signaling his knights draw weapons.

 

“I had hoped your son would be here. The charming and handsome Prince Phillip. The Dragon Slayer – that is what they're calling him these days correct?” Maleficant said with an almost bored tone to her voice. She seemed almost not to notice the swords being drawn and aimed at her. “I suppose he is otherwise occupied, attending his princess no doubt.”

 

“What interest to you have in my son?” Hubert fumed taking another step closer.

 

“Why I have a gift for him,” Maleficant said sweetly. Hubert seemed to remember his fear and took a step back from her as if she was a bout to change into a snake. “But I suppose this is even better. More appropriate.”

 

“Guards seize her,” Hebert ordered, deciding banter was over.

 

“Fools,” She hissed. Maleficant raised her staff. The bulb crackled with an eerie light, she whispered the words to the spell, and the light pulsed out enveloping everyone.

 

Every single person and animal turned to stone, the silence was deafening as statues seemed to look on to their fellows with horror on their faces. Even the noises from inside the castle had stopped. Maleficant smiled in satisfaction know every living being from the knights down to the rats in the dungeon were now frozen in stone.

 

A caw from above drew Maleficant's attention as Diablo flew down and landed on Hebert's head. She smiled as she walked over and stroked his breast feathers. “I do believe my gift was well received.”

 

 

 

Muse: Maleficant

Word Count: 586

Fandom: Sleeping Beauty (1959)

Disclaimer: Maleficant and all other characters are owned by Disney. I own nothing and this is only meant for entertainment, no profit is made.

 

 

 

Comments

[sumerian_lion]

My but you do make such personal gifts.

Of course, there is a child of a god wondering how you stole her particular gift...

[misstressofevil]

Personal gifts are the best old lion. They are the ones that are the most remembered.

Stole? I stole nothing. I have many talents, and if some demi-goddess thinks otherwise she can come and discuss it with me . . . I welcome the conversation.