Maleficent trod atop the snow, her light weight allowing her to walk without much difficulty while her father sunk knee-deep and was forced to wade through. They had come to the edge of the mountains under the pretense of “learning about the world,” but she knew the real reason was so he could avoid mother.
She darted forward, wings stretched as if she could return home, but they were still too small and weak for her to fly. “You could’ve taken anyone—why me?” she asked for the umpteenth time, tears of frustration at the corner of her eyes. This time, she didn’t wait for a reply.
She ran.
