“Curse the beloved!” The figure shouted. “I declare before you, the princess shall die on her sixteenth birthday by pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel.” A crowd of gasps arose. “This fate cannot be changed!”
The room filled with the dance of smoke, the crowd breaking into a series of coughs and worried exclamations. “Miss Merryweather!” the King arose. “Must you have the power to reverse this curse!”
The fairy draped in fabrics of blue hesitantly shook her head. “I am afraid I do not have the ability to do so.” She looked down at the clamour of the crowd.
“Silence!” the Queen ordered. She turned to the small fairy. “Oh, Miss Merryweather, surely there isn’t anything you could do?”
“I suppose I may soften the curse,” Merryweather took a step towards the crib where the child lays. “But I propose what I say won’t take kindly to your hearts.”
Merryweather takes a breath and closes her eyes. “On her sixteenth birthday, may the princess fall into a deep slumber for one hundred years.”
“One hundred years!” The Queen cries. “We will not know her anymore!”
The kingdom went into an uproar. The King ordered every spinning wheel to be brought to the palace and burned. Each was burned with a hatred of the two parents. The two parents of royalty sent their daughter to live in a far away cottage with the three fairy godmothers to keep their young one from any harm.
The princess, who to be named Aurora, grew up with the friends of young critters. The birds, the deer, the rabbits, the squirrels; she formed a bond with them all. Dancing in the fields of flowers, the sound to the woodpeckers, the smell to the honey bees brewed; she most certainly was in awe of the nature that surrounded her. Yet, she had not the knowledge of contentment. She didn’t ever wonder why.
“Mummy, why did you make me curse that poor baby?”
Maleficent turned to her young daughter, eyes shining in bewilderment.
Not many knew of the evil fairy’s daughter; she kept her quite hidden. Many beings despised Maleficent. What they would try, what they would do if they knew she had a daughter. She needs not to think of it.
Her daughter, Asa, was born of nature's creation. Maleficent found her in the hidden reeds crowding around a great willow tree, moss forming up the roots. There were cobwebs scattered along the trunk and just underneath an engraved hole (made surely by the owl that lives close by), layed a pale and fragile child. The child was not crying. The child was not startled. She simply looked up to Maleficent, almost in an awe. She smiled and stretched her arms to the branches of the trees obscuring the sky.
Asa was a name Maleficent grew to love. She loved how the letters sounded so breathy compared to her own, almost tasting of freshly brewed black tea. The pale skin she harboured, her long, curly, black locks, her elegant posture; her daughter was everything she wished to be.
‘Shush, my dear,” Maleficent whispered with the place of her finger among her daughter's lips. “I thought you were no longer interested in this topic.”
Big brown eyes gazed upon her. “Well it was my first time visiting the palace. Everyone seemed fairly distraught.”
“Of course they were,” Maleficent responded. “You looked exactly like me and laid a curse upon the child. I see no reason why they wouldn’t be.”
“Yes muma, but why? I love you very much so why don’t they?” Asa mumbled, crawling into her mothers arms. “I wish everyone loved you as much as I did,” she sighed with Maleficent running her hand up and down her back. Asa looked up at deep green eyes. “Why don’t you like them, muma?”
Maleficent sighed, running a hand through the curls that laid atop Asa’s head. “It’s a long, long story, sweetheart. They’ve wronged me, and they needed a taste of their own medicine.”
Asa hummed with her eyes closed. “Yes, I understand,” she breathed, opening her eyes. “What’s for dinner?”
Maleficent chuckled at the sudden suggestion. “Well, my dear, if you gather a few mushrooms, we can have that soup that you love so much, okay?” she said, planting a soft kiss atop her hairline.
Asa’s eyes beamed and she practically scrambled to her feet. “Okay mumma!” Maleficent smiled at the sight of the bouncy curls running towards the trees, backtracking for just a moment to pick up her basket.