Maleficent Official

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.

“I’m sorry,” Maleficent whispered, her voice breaking. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Aurora’s forehead—a kiss not of romantic love, but of remorse, of a broken creature recognizing the light it had extinguished. Maleficent

And Aurora’s eyes opened.

The day came. Aurora, lured by a phantom will-o’-the-wisp (one of Maleficent’s own making), found the hidden spindle. The needle pierced her finger, and she fell as though the light had been poured out of her. The curse had fulfilled itself. The girl was innocent