"My father knows why I did that! You can't brainwash me!" Maleficent the Glutton found her strength as she stood. Her gaze followed the swirling black smoke around her. "He won't abandon me!""Ting! Ting! Ting! You are wrong again! Haven't you remember? He once abandoned you! Hahahaha! Foolish girl!"Flashback... “Please, leave me alone,” said the Halfling, “I…I don’t want to see you anymore. So please, throw away all the guilt that you have in your heart and know that for a short period of time, you made me feel the emotions I thought I would die without.” The Halfling cleared her throat as if a lump was lodged in it before she continued. “Please respect my decision.” On cue, the torches that littered the prison cell were engulfed by a cluster of shadow for a fraction of a minute, deeming the entire prison cell for a small period of time that it was almost unnoticeable. People would believe that it was the grand duke who lost his composure during his visit, but Damon the prideful
"Stop it! Stop this!" Maleficent was now hysterical. Even with her efforts to stop the wicked voice from spewing nonsense in her mind over and over again. "Stop spouting nonsense!""Hehehe! What nonsense? All chatters of these are facts! They are flashbacks from your memories!""You're right. These are all memories so it is now part of my past." There was now a hint of strength in Maleficent's voice."Foolish woman indeed! Hahaha! You... You will feel that familiar sense of loss and pain once more, Daughter of Greed!"Maleficent's heart pounded which immediately dimmed the small ray of light for Maleficent. "Wha-What do you mean?""Like what happened to that time when you almost that Halfling Prince, you will feel that helplessness and fear and sorrow once more sooner than later! But this time, you will lose him for eternity! Hahaha!"Flashback..Maleficent was too fixated on using her ability as the wielder of the darkness that she stupidly failed to realize the dwindling state of he
Before Maleficent 's mind shatter to the endless stream of torment, a warm aura enveloped her curling and shaking body. Like a cocoon of protection, it soothed her mind, body, and soul.Though ethereal, Maleficent was familiar with the warmth being emitted from the crimson-colored aura around her. With teary eyes, Maleficent stopped shaking and screaming words of helplessness and profanities."Sshh.. Stop crying, little Halfling." A deep and warm voice vibrated within her, muting the wicked one. The voice continued, "Remember, amidst the painful memories you have, you have bright ones as well. For every step you take back you forward thrice the distance from the past. Why? Because you have us and we have you. You are not alone anymore.""I.. I am not alone anymore?" "Remember... Where you surrender yourself to this prince. Like I said, there will be no going back. The moment you accepted me, there is no more turning back... little Halfling."Where I surrender myself?Flashback...“I
Maleficent stared at the gates of the Transylvania Academy. A pair of black dragon-like wings folded behind her as she landed a few meters before her alma mater. She did not know why, but it felt like a long time since she was here yet in reality it was only a few weeks.She could still remember the first time she saw this school, she did not think that she would value this place so much. Maleficent never thought that she would treat this academy as a place closest to home. For the past years of her life, even though she grew up in a foster home, Maleficent could not sense any sense of belong there – not until she met the people she grew to care about in Transylvania Academy.That was why, in that illusion, she was able to see the light at the end of a seemingly endless loop of despair. The shackles of the past? She was already free from it. All thanks to those who trusted her, cared for her, and loved her despite the horns and gigantic wings.For those who trusted Maleficent despite
THE STALE colors of her ceiling welcomed her when she woke up briskly. Her ragged breathing and sweat-covered shin were not new for Cent. She spent her seventeenth year dreaming as if she was being chased by something ominous, only to wake up abruptly when a pair of large flaming hands engulfed her. This vicious cycle became a regular thing for her when she celebrated her seventeenth birthday. And now, with her eighteenth birthday just two days from today, her nightmare became more prolonged and hotter, as if she was soaked and boiled. Glancing at the alarm clock on her side table, Cent groaned when she found out it was still three AM. Like always, she would wake up every three AM from that hellish dream. Sitting up, Cent fisted her long raven-colored hair. “Fucking perfect,” mumbled Cent. Her day would always start like this. Waking up from some weird psychotic dream, she would spend the remaining hours of dawn doing yoga as she listened to the soft tune of Mozart’s piece through he
THE NONSTOP rain seemed to sympathize with Cent’s mood as she watched the heavy rainfall from her room’s window. Ever since Madame Lira died, she knew deep in her heart that it was because of that incident during the class wherein she met the professor’s eyes with her lime green ones. Cent touched her bangs, obstructing her eyes from the people. She thought it was enough to avoid the same incident three years ago. “MALEFICENT! Maleficent!” Only one person called her that. Steffan, the young volunteer, visited her foster home the other week. He took a liking to her ‘quirks’. He meant her eyes that always had dark circles as if she spent weeks without sleep, how pale her skin was even if she played under the sun, or how her eyes were so dark as some kind of bottomless pit. Steffan liked it. Cent spun her feet away from the running sunshine. She was afraid she would get burned by his sunny attitude, no matter how crazy that may sound. “Hey.” He was still able to catch up to her. “What
CENT REALIZED that if anyone looked at her lime-colored eyes, that person would die. It was as if death would come knocking on that person's door. Since she could not control that ability, she chose to obstruct her eyes from anyone. Thus, her hideous bangs came into being. Loud knocks snapped Cent out of her reverie. "Milly? Are you alright, dear?" It was Sister Tasha. She was pretty worried about Cent's behavior since the latter stopped attending classes and was now planning to skip her birthday. Though tiny, Sister Tasha prepared a personally baked Chiffon cake for Cent, the celebrant's favorite. Cent walked away from her window, but she did not open the door for Sister Tasha. Instead, she walked near the door. "Leave me alone, please." I don't want to hurt you too. "All the more reason for me to stay, dear. Open the door, please." Sister Tasha became her guardian when she was abandoned by her real parents. The thought that maybe, her parents were looking for her was wishful thi
SOFT AS a cloud feeling and a chocolaty scent encouraged Cent to bury herself more to whatever she was holding on to. The uncomfortable weight on her head, which bugged her the moment she stirred from sleep, was not enough to pry herself away from the addicting smell. It was weird for someone as freaky as her. Growing up without the concept of ‘feeling at home, she was not supposed to feel this, yet Cent was feeling rather comfortable while snuggling. For once in her eighteen years of existence, she did sleep well. To the point wherein she did not want to open her eyes yet. Cent was afraid that she was inside a nightmare. Because there is no way, I will be this comfortable in real life. Let’s face it. Life sucks. Soft touches lulled her back to sleep as if she was being patted on her back. On instinct, Cent buried her face more into the velvety feeling at her side. “SHE’S ASLEEP again, my lord,” said Gukasho while standing beside the bedpost of his master. The Halfling stuck to Gr