Maleficent

The kingdom despaired. Stefan, mad with grief, donned iron armor and led his knights toward Maleficent’s fortress. He would kill her himself or die trying.

A gasp swept the room. The youngest of the fairies tried to soften the curse, changing death to a deep slumber that could be broken by true love’s kiss. Maleficent only laughed—a hollow, bitter sound. Maleficent

“True love?” she scoffed. “I have seen what true love does. It steals. It cuts. It leaves you wingless in the dark.” The kingdom despaired