Digging up old Bones (closed)

[Ellie who has 0%]

The overall cheeriness of this world was infectiously nauseating, and the draconic fey preferred its wilting withering decay when the heartless had ravaged it over a decade ago. That’s where most of the bitterness lied, to see her hard worked reverse by a mere boy. No, there was nothing ORDINARY about the chosen keyblade wielder. Personally she thought she’d saw the end of the keyblades once the last triplet set was never seen or heard of again, but still fate had away with throwing a thorn in her spine when her preparation was unraveled by a fresh wielder who lacked an efficient teacher. If anything she found him particularly lucky, but luck will soon dry out.

She had come to this world with a smoky opening of the dark corridors as if she was ablaze. Once exiting the wispy mist of darkness faded away and even began to taint and affect the nearby plant life due to her emitting foulness. With her reputation, Maleficent was hardly the most wanted company, the welcomed guest, or the kindest fairy of them all; she was more of a villainous witch than anything. Strutting about the world, she stood out like a sore thumb. The green valley and hills were lush with spring and blossom sweet scented flowers, while she walked amongst them like a reaper. Her entire frame was clothed in black by a long black robe. The flame like fringes dragged against the glass like a train threatening to cause a forest fire. Her green skin was shrouded by her mystical hood’s cast shadow; the hood had a pocket of space that hid her horns well making her look like a typical person. Still her serpentine eyes stood out, yellow as venom with dark slits.

Finding a trail, a pair of thin painted red lips pursed once spotting a castle. She hummed in discontent and annoyance after squinting her eyes to see a different coat of arms and shield than before. It dawned on her that the castle was under new management. Even though Snow White’s Prince lived apart of the kingdom, it would naturally be a union once they married; what was hers would definitely be his, and since he had a castle and kingdom of his own, this one may have resorted to a place of retreat like a summer’s house. Either way, she wouldn’t be welcomed here with open arms…as if she ever had. Even the doting Queen Snow White wouldn’t be too forgiving or forgetful of the Dragon’s past actions.

This wasn’t the time or day to arouse a Princess of Heart into alarm, concern, or defense. She hadn’t been to this world for years and had lacked any idea of what changes may had become of the little scullery maid and new-found queen. It would be foolish to underestimate her now after having a year or more to find herself as a Princess of Heart and Queen of a nation, a world. In due time, she’d handle her and rid the world of a precious glimmer of light. In the meantime, she had old bones and graves to dig up and reborn a darkness that was cold like herself.

“If I recalled, she fell from the mountains…,” she spoke out not to herself, but to another pair of eyes that opened within her hood. There was few clicks within the hood, and Maleficent’s head turn towards the sounds of hooves, “a carriage…she had adjusted to her new life easily…well…not for long.”

Quickening her gate, the black figure walked across the path towards the Dark Forest. Pulling the hood off, a pair of horns stood out; it was covered in an armor like shell with intricate curving designs. On the fey’s shoulder stood a black raven with similar yellow eyes and purple baggy flesh under its eyes. Diablo, her familiar, emitted a hiss as the carriage trotted by, while his mistress glared a death wish at it, “In due to time, my pet; all good things comes to those who wait. Now…fly stealthily to the Mountains not far from the dwarves mine. If you must, stay in the clouds I prefer no one have any suspicions of the sorts that I am here. Bring me any heirlooms from her fall, anything you can find. Now go!”

With the order, the raven flapped away quickly, while his mistress returned to eye the carriage that was approaching the castle, “Hmmm.”

Without a soft pop, the tall fey was gone and condensed into a small orb of green. It darted like a flying strobe light until it was floating right behind the carriage then ducked under it to not be seen. How many have seen a bold lightening bug or childishly dismiss the precarious fey as anything nonhazardous? After all she was in a world that it would be expected…for one to speculate, inquire, or even be hesitant and fearful of something new, strange, or an anomaly. Even while in this small form, she’d have to be as discreet as she could, so when the carriage had halted, she would call forth heartless as a distraction.

Once in she can roam the halls silently and unseen until she found what she was looking for or until she felt Diablo nearby.