Have you ever liked a villain more than the hero? Who and why?
1. Yzma had every right to be upset. She literally ran the empire, and she practically raised the boy, only for the brat to pink-slip her without a warning. 100% understandable crash out.
2. Ursula was very upfront about the “poor unfortunate souls” situation. There was a song. Conversations were had. Miss Princess was literally told.
3. Maleficent was very ready to forgive and forget. Then King Stephen & Co. had to go and be disrespectful. Naturally, everyone got hexed. Zero surprise there.
Finally, all three powerful ladies are excellent Mages in their own right. They also have a wicked sense of humour, and each one has impeccable style.
Bright eyes seen in darkness, looking, scanning. – Wait. A squint, quick. What? Huh. What. No way. That smell in the air, though. There. There? No, there. What is that? I don’t smell anything. Right there. What is that? No idea.
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A quiet rustling Leaves whispering, trees swaying in the sudden wind. Behind the clouds, the moon rising Peaking past dark cumuli.
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We really shouldn’t be here. Aww. Are you scared? Haha. You’re just chicken. Guys, I mean it. Cluuuuuuck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck. Hehe. We really shouldn’t be here – There! Again! What? Didn’t you see that? See what? There! I swear I saw something! Guys, we really shouldn’t be here. Cluuuuuuck-cluck-cluck-cluck.
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A sudden haunting Echoes howling faraway The silver back and shanks glide between shadows Halting once, twice; waiting.
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A shiver, real, tingling icily down young spines.
Oooh! Did you feel that? Yeah, creepy! Nice! What was it, though? Guys, I think we need to go. Would you stop with your whining! What was that, though? Guys, I mean it. We really should go – Would you shut up already? There! Again! What the hell is that? We need to leave. Now. I’m not going anywhere. P-kawk! Chicken!
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A lone figure standing, seeing A glance, flickering Shadows enveloping The seven hiding Six disbelieving, waiting in suspense.
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What is that? Guys. We need to go. Now. Would you shut up! You’re spoiling everything! What is that? You can see it, too, right? Yeah. Yeah. What is it, though? Guys. There! Again! I swear to God, it moved. Guys. Now. What is wrong with you? This is amazing. We need to leave. Now. Oh, piss off! Go yourself then! This is amazing.
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Gasping, a whispered shout: Did you see? Did you see! Look! A hand cupped over a mouth A fierce whisper Sssshhh! Heartbeats racing Silver bullets waiting Waiting for the ancient terror Lingering in the Dark.
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See, I told you! Shut up! I told you! We need to go! Now! Shutupshutupshutupshutup!
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The howl So sudden So close No! Shut up! There! RUN! Screams piercing the night Gunshots exploding Bright flares in darkness deeper, louder Howls and Screams Growling Too close! Too close! RUN! RUN! Confusion – Terror – Understanding
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
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I told you! I told you! I TOLD you it’s there! SHUT! UP!
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Crimson spreading, dripping The scent intensifying, leaving a trail Cursing – Crying – Prayers flying From sputtering lips, trembling This can’t be – They’re myths – They’re not real – They’re just make-believe!
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That’s blood! No shit. What do we do? If we carry them together, we can move – We can’t, that’ll slow us down! The fuck’s wrong with you? In case you didn’t realise, that thing is out there! We can’t leave them here! We have to or we’ll all get killed! You monster! But that’s blood! That’s real! It’s a bite! A bite! Do you know what that means? I don’t want to be here! Stop crying! That’s not helping! I want to go home! We’re not leaving anyone behind. But -! We’re all going, that’s final! I want to go hooooome! Would you stop with the crying! MOVE!
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Open the door! What? The car, shithead! Open the door! Oh yeah. It’s everywhere! I don’t care, get them inside! It’s all over me! Who give’s a shit! Get inside! I hate this! I want to go hooooome! Get inside, asshole! What?
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A scramble, a struggle Back into the car all at once Doors slamming, tires screeching Lights fleeing into the night.
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Luna declining, silver fur gliding Under old shadows into the vast Night. Long breaths at dawn, rising Ancient spells alive, living Awaiting the full moonlight.
There once was a land, a far away place, where a small people lived in small houses. They had learned to live in silence, for silence was their legacy from the Darkness that had retreated from their land. They had lived through the dark and darkest days and had survived, and now were toiling away in silence, accepting their fate. They were blessed however, with fertile land, and underneath this land, they found many precious artifacts buried, artifacts that were easily shattered and broken if not handled with care. The small people learnt day by day to dig up these artifacts carefully with small shovels and small wheelbarrows, making sure to only use the small tracks they knew, for they did not know where other artifacts may lay, and there were places where the Darkness still lingered.
So they learnt, carefully, and did their best to tend to and put together the artifacts with care. Some stayed together, others fell apart repeatedly, and yet others were no more than ground dust, and those the small people buried in their small graves. However, with every passing day, more and more artifacts were put together, and both young and old knew that one day these artifacts would lead to wealth and prosperity. It would be a day far away, but that day would come, and so they toiled away.
Then, one day, a runner came, and proclaimed that there was a loud cry among the other kingdoms and realms. It was found that the Lord of the Dark had lost his most precious gem, and it was said that gem was needed to defeat his armies. The small people listened and trembled for they knew that hard merciless stone, and knew the Lord of the Dark had many like it. He cast away one and put on another, and many were scattered beyond the small pathways they would not leave. Yet the cry was loud among the other kingdoms and realms, and scouts and men were sent out to find this gem, for the cry was great to find this lost thing, and the small people could do nothing to sooth the loud cry to silence.
And so the day came, and the machines rolled down the small people’s tracks, destroying the pathways and the artifacts underneath. Trees were hewn and soil dug up, dynamite was stuck into holes, blowing up the land wide. And the small people stood aside and watched in horror and dismay as the precious artifacts were flung into the air and shattered. And many cried, for it was to them as if the Darkness had returned again. And there were some among them who lost all hope and understood why the Lord of the Dark said there was no hope, only the Darkness beyond. And they ran and fled into the Darkness and were never seen again, except in nightmares that lurked in the night.
There once was a land, a far away place, where a small people lived in small houses. They had learned to live in silence, for silence was their legacy from the Darkness that had retreated from their land. They had lived through the dark and darkest days and had survived, and now were toiling away in silence, accepting their fate. They were blessed however, with fertile land, and underneath this land, they found many precious artifacts buried, artifacts that were easily shattered and broken if not handled with care. The small people learnt day by day to dig up these artifacts carefully with small shovels and small wheelbarrows, making sure to only use the small tracks they knew, for they did not know where other artifacts may lay, and there were places where the Darkness still lingered.