Destined For Greatness (Rina, Maleficent)

Perhaps you can sense that you are attempting to run from your very nature, sweet girl. Your heart longs for what resonates with it.

Much like the voice in the girl’s nightmares that taunted her what could only be assumed nightly, a voice came to her in the night, clear as a bell and eerie as a subconscious dwelling on guilt or jealousy. It was almost as though the decrepit building looming in the distance was speaking out to her, scolding and endearing at the same time in an almost maternal approach. As if confirming suspicion the stars in the blackened sky seemed to waver as if they’d really only been dots of white paint on black canvas all along, easily urged away with a bit of frigid water. The looming vale only seemed to become more vast more abyssal the way things just seemed to enlarge in nightmares.

A feeling of dread oozed over the breeze mingling in a courtship with uncertainty and fear. Dark magic was afoot and so very within its element, so at home with its chaos. This frightened mouse had been hiding in the shadows of the Vale for some time now. Maleficent sensed her even before she came that night because her presence, her longing to reach for this place like the small gripping outstretched fingers of a child lingered here. Her curiosity would seal the very fate that her heart cried out for. It knew its own darkness. It knew very well what the girl truly wanted. Once the girl arrived the dark fairy could sense what sort of potential looked upon the looming towers. A mouse now perhaps, but with the help of the darkness her heart cried out for, gravitated toward? She’d be a lion yet.

Maleficent waited in the ruins of her old council room, a grin raising the corners of her painted lips.

The dark fairy sat comfortably in the crumbling excuse for a throne, her inky black robes billowing around her like a set of long reaching tentacles. Amusement managed to light up the woman’s face and bring to her already pallid skin an eerie green glow like glow in the dark pain over canvas. Hiding? The very idea was a sad jest indeed. To suggest that she, the mistress of all evil was attempting to remain hidden. Please. It was more the act of moving outward to retrieve the petulant child that was beneath the woman. The young lady’s bout of panic in the shadow of the Villain’s Vale only grew more amusing when she called to the dark fairy by name.

Ahh. You know me then do you? Only the retched details that the foolish rabble may have told I would imagine.


Though the words themselves that came through and brushed over the girls mind may not have been very nice, the tone was positively enchanting like the comforting purr of the family cat.

I’ve no reason to hide. You may face me if you wish, my dear. I can feel it in your heart, your longing for a place, a purpose. It isn’t nearly as difficult as you are making it, you know.


A green ball of magical energy appeared in the ravine. No face or entity made itself known aside from this, but it glowed with a life that was as dark as death and sickly as plague.

Come child. You’ll find that the castle isn’t nearly as terrifying as you might try to tell yourself it would be. In fact. I think you’ll find it rather comfortable.

Into the ravine would be an intriguing trip all on its own. The fall would become more leveled out, slower, almost painfully slow. Like floating into water without so much as moment to struggle to breathe. The air would be cooler here, the tendrils of magic and the cool comforting darkness reaching to accept the falling ward until her feet would touch solidity, definite as crystal and infinite as ice over ocean water a murky abyss below or above. Direction for the moment would seem not to apply any longer save for one very obvious motion. That way.

That way was clear and it was so well defined. Before the girl hovered a green ball of energy that was enticing and frightening in its own way like a wise crone beckoning with one long but feeble finger or a wolf’s hollowed eyes as crisp as freezing as the very tundra one might die in to stare at. Both reapers. Both enticing and fresh promises. That green orb bounced along playfully all around the two of them was nothing. There simply was nothing. Nothing but that energy bouncing beckoning, inviting just out of reach. So close. Just a few more steps.

Reach my dear. Go on.

The silky maternal voice beckoned on, the ball of light illuminating slightly brighter with each spoken syllable. Any footstep toward that green light was caught and cradled on that bed of crystalline like so many stepping stones in a pitch black garden only to disappear entirely on a glance backward. The ravine was still the ravine of course, but the way into Villain’s Vale had been right in the depths of the girl’s heart all along. Maleficent with a wicked grin on her lips only needed to continue to point out the way. Up into the mountain through a small fissure all of it hidden in darkness would lead the girl should she only follow into the throne room where the inviting maternal voice waited.