"Much of it, though not all. Just as my past actions are shadowy to her, so are many of hers to me." Maleficent pulled a cup of wine out of thin air and took a sip from it.
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There was no response to Aya's call, though the thorns were as fierce as ever they had been in the past, for all that they were only dreams. At the center of them could be seen the same familiar castle . . . and now a faint hint of music could be heard in the air, faint and distant.
Yet in that castle was no Princess Aurora. It was Margaret who slept within, in a sleep so deep there were no dreams.
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Date: 2009-03-16 03:26 am (UTC)***
There was no response to Aya's call, though the thorns were as fierce as ever they had been in the past, for all that they were only dreams. At the center of them could be seen the same familiar castle . . . and now a faint hint of music could be heard in the air, faint and distant.
Yet in that castle was no Princess Aurora. It was Margaret who slept within, in a sleep so deep there were no dreams.