"I... I... did try to steal, but... the shopkeeper... saw... me and he had a knife... so... I ran away." Mal stammered out, terrified of her mother. "So you think your life is more important than surviving in this filth! No dinner for you, then, you little twit."
And with that Maleficent stormed out of the living room.
Mal was left there, trying not to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness, and she didn't want to be slapped by her mother a second time.
She got up, and slowly walked to a nearby storehouse that was abandoned.
She went there when she was sad or depressed, which she was very often, so the place came in handy.
Mal leant against the wall, angry and sad. Angry because it was her own fault that she was scared of a shopkeeper and not her mother. Sad because she was born to Maleficent.
She didn't want to be evil, she didn't want to be feared, but if her mother found that out she was going to be dead.
At least the boy in my dreams must be living a better life, she thought.
The boy in her dreams. In many of her dreams, Mal had seen a boy with golden-brown hair and light green eyes. He would be calling out to her, laughing with her, and in one particular dream they even kissed.
"I wish I could just get out of here." She whispered to herself.
What happened next was unexplainable. There was a piercing green light and she landed on some branches.
She got up, and saw it was a forest. A forest? There were no forests on the Isle of the Lost.
Only two questions kept playing in Mal's mind.
Where am I, and how did I get here?