Maleficent Page #3

and thrown into the deepest dungeon

in the castle.

Secretly, he entrusted

the safety of the child

to the magic of the pixies,

who would take her to a remote

hideaway for 16 years and a day.

Stefan shut himself behind

the walls of his castle

while his soldiers rode far and wide

to hunt Maleficent down.

But she made walls of her own,

that the Moors might

never again suffer the touch

of any human.

And she reveled in the sorrow

that her curse had brought.

The fairies began their charge

to raise Aurora in a snug little cottage

in the woods.

No! Is this it?

Looks dreadful.

Come on.

We need a smaller...

Baby-

Or bigger bodies.

No, what we need is a proper disguise.

What do you mean?

Well, we have to blend in, don't we?

We have to be big enough

to look after this baby.

So, gather around, ladies.

Get ready. One, two, three, grow!

That's worked quite well.

That's very nice.

Now, there will be no questions asked.

We are no longer fairies.

We are three peasant women

raising our orphan child in the woods.

- Yes.

- So, no more flying.

- No flying?

- No, no, and no magic.

- No magic?

- Yes, you heard.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

At least no one will find us here.

There you are.

Why are you always hiding?

Come on. There you go.

It's so ugly, you could

almost feel sorry for it.

I hate you. Beasty.

The fairies were

perhaps unequal to their task.

Why is she crying?

I think she might be hungry.

Then feed her!

There you are.

There you go.

It's going to starve

with those three looking after it.

It tickles.

- What?

- You're cheating.

I saw that!

- We're starting again.

- Suit yourself.

Greedy, bloated goat!

"Bloated goat."

Stop doing that.

I'm not doing anything.

Well, someone is.

It's not me.

You two are having a go at me,

and I will not tolerate...

Stop it!

Why...

No!

This is all your fault!

Come on. That's funny.

As the days went on, Stefan darkened,

further consumed

by paranoia and vengeance.

- Burn it all down!

- Yes, sir!

Flame!

Release!

Run!

You failed me.

The wall cannot be burned.

It is indestructible.

Nothing is indestructible!

Not the wall! Not Maleficent!

Not even her curse!

Bring me the iron workers.

You!

Look.

The little beast is about

to fall off the cliff.

What?

Hello.

Go away.

Go.

Go away.

I don't like children.

Up, UP-

Go along. Go, go, go.

As Maleficent had said,

Aurora did grow in grace and beauty.

Pretty bird.

Far away from the lofty palace

that she remembered not.

And as the seasons changed

and the flowers grew,

so did she.

Hello.

That's it.

There you go.

She wondered at the world about her,

and at what lay beyond

the fearsome wall of thorns.

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