Maleficent -

Years passed. Stefan became king, married a fragile queen, and fathered a daughter—a child named Aurora. When the kingdom celebrated the infant’s christening, Maleficent appeared uninvited. She swept into the hall on a tide of shadow, her horns casting grotesque shapes against the tapestries. The guests shrank in terror.

Maleficent carried the sleeping princess to the castle. She laid Aurora on a stone bed in the highest tower, and then she waited for the prince—the one the fairies believed would deliver true love’s kiss. When he came, she watched him lean over Aurora, press his lips to hers, and… nothing. The prince’s kiss was kind, but it was not true. He barely knew her name. Maleficent

As Aurora’s sixteenth birthday approached, Maleficent began to feel something she had long forgotten: unease. She had spent a decade dreaming of Stefan’s face as his daughter fell, of watching his kingdom crumble under the weight of its own sorrow. But the girl was not Stefan. The girl was innocent. She had never taken anything from anyone. Years passed

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. She swept into the hall on a tide