The Dark Fairy’s castle was eerily silhouetted against a tempestuous sky by a magnificent spiral of glowing green mist. Suddenly, a brilliant burst of green light shot up from the highest tower, warning every nearby creature that Maleficent was in a terrible rage. Her goons shuddered as the castle shook violently with the power of her anger, sending her beloved murder of crows into flight. For nearly sixteen years, her creatures had been searching for the princess Aurora. But it had all been in vain. Now the girl was home in King Stefan’s castle for her sixteenth birthday, ready to take her place at the royal court.

Maleficent paced back and forth in her private chamber. She hadn’t been able to reach the odd sisters by raven or crow. “Why didn’t they listen to me?” she muttered furiously. “They should never have trusted Ursula!”

Maleficent needed the sisters now more than ever, and she feared they were lost to her. She went to the enchanted mirror hanging on her wall. The three sisters had given it to her many years before.

“Show me Lucinda! Show me Ruby! Show me Martha!” she commanded. The mirror’s surface swirled with a glowing violet light. The Dark Fairy had never quite mastered mirror magic like the odd sisters, and she seldom used their gift. Nevertheless, after a moment, hazy images of the sisters appeared in the glass. They were wandering aimlessly through a large mirrored chamber. They seemed to be calling out a name over and over again, but Maleficent couldn’t discern their words.

“Lucinda! Can you hear me? Sisters! I need you!” Maleficent cried. For a moment, she thought that the sisters had heard her, because they abruptly stopped their ceaseless wandering.

“Sisters! Where are you? I need your help with Aurora!” Maleficent shouted.

Suddenly, Lucinda grew more distinct in the mirror. Her face flickered in the swirling purple haze of magic as she ushered frantic orders to the Dark Fairy. “You must get into that castle, Maleficent! Go by fire! Go by smoke! Go by rhyme! Go by any means available to you, but go! Create the mundane instrument of her doom if you must and send her to the land of dreams. We will be waiting for her. But you must find a way to make sure she never wakes! Our powers are not the same in this place. It’s all up to you! Now go!”

And then, as quickly as she had appeared, Lucinda was gone. Maleficent only saw her own green face reflected in the mirror’s surface. No matter how many times Maleficent called for Lucinda and her sisters, she couldn’t summon them again. She smashed the mirror into tiny pieces with her staff, angrier than ever with the odd sisters for their foolishness.

Maleficent turned to her beloved pet raven Diablo, who was perched on her shoulder. “It seems the odd sisters are lost in the land of dreams. I told them something like this would happen if they helped Ursula! They didn’t listen, the fools!”

Maleficent tightened her grip on her staff. The green sphere on the end began to glow. “I will use fire, smoke, and rhyme! Those meddlesome fairies thought they could keep their darling Rose hidden from me. They thought they could keep her safe. But I know the king and queen have their precious princess within their castle at this very moment!”

Maleficent stormed to her fireplace. “I shall use fire!” she cried as she slammed her staff soundly on the stone floor. Her castle rumbled as a large blaze appeared in her fireplace, followed by a matching fire in Princess Aurora’s chamber. Through the flames, Maleficent could see Aurora crying. “Poor dear, she doesn’t know she’s betrothed to her one true love! All the better.

“Now I shall use rhyme,” Maleficent declared, extinguishing the fire and closing her eyes as the words of her dark spell swirled through her thoughts.

Bring me to their cherished Rose

And bring this chapter to a close.

By smoke, by fire, and by night,

Touch the spindle I shall ignite.

Sleep will come to their fair Rose,

Forever trapped in her repose.

A tiny wisp of smoke curled ominously from Aurora’s fireplace. Maleficent’s yellow eyes contrasted brilliantly with the fireplace’s darkness as she transported herself to King Stefan’s castle.

Enchant the Rose with burning light,

No fear, no sorrow, no flight from fright.

Let her follow without despair

So she may slumber forever without care.

An odious green orb appeared in the princess’s room, casting an unearthly green glow on the girl’s pale face as she rose from her vanity. The luminescent sphere danced before her eyes, bewitching her to follow it through an enchanted passageway Maleficent had conjured in the fireplace. The spellbound princess followed the orb up a cold, dark stairway with an archway that eerily resembled a tombstone. Maleficent heard the troublesome good fairies calling their Rose’s name. With a flick of her hand, she closed off the passageway, leaving the good fairies behind.

Higher and higher Aurora climbed, until she reached the tallest tower in the castle. The Dark Fairy transformed the malignant glowing ball into a spinning wheel. At last her curse would be complete.

As the wheel spins, so does time,

Unstoppable and divine.

Weaving my spell of endless sleep,

In dreamscape she shall keep.

The princess reached for the spindle but hesitated. A force within her seemed to be struggling against Maleficent’s evil spell.

“Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Maleficent commanded. Her dark magic prevailed over the poor princess, who reached out and lightly touched the spindle’s point. The sharp needle pierced her skin, sending a sickening feeling through her entire body. She felt all the life draining from her as her world went black. The princess fell to the floor at Maleficent’s feet, hidden beneath the Dark Fairy’s long robes.

At that moment, the three good fairies burst into the room, their little faces filled with fear and worry.

Maleficent smirked at the trio. “You poor simple fools! Thinking you could defeat me! Me! The mistress of all evil!”

Finally, she had the princess Aurora.

After all those years, her curse had put their beloved princess to sleep, just as she’d decreed. Their attempts to keep her safe had failed. With a flourish, Maleficent swept her cloak to one side. “Well, here’s your precious princess!” she added, cackling triumphantly.

The three good fairies gasped at the ghastly scene. Their beautiful Rose’s lifeless body lay on the cold stone floor. Her tiara lay beside her, like an omen that she would never become queen.