Darkness was Maleficent's friend, her dear, darling, constant companion -like her dearest raven. Darkness was a natural state for her, Queen of the Dark Fairies, Queen of the Dark in general. She was the dark, slipping through like tendrils of smoke, uncatchable, undetectable, until it was too late.
Nothing could hold her, nothing could stop her. She was all powerful.
And yet here she was, in this strange land, already feeling the difference within her, the dampening. She couldn't reach the dragon within her, couldn't feel that dark, deep, cloying fire that came from her soul, so much more potent than anything in the world. Instead it was chained and repressed, pushed down to an abyss that not even she could reach in this strange, unusual land.
Well, that just wouldn't do... Would it? Soon, these foolish sorcerers would learn the price of challenging her.