The doors to Maleficent's chambers burst open as she approaches them. She strides down the center, heading toward the other end of a vast room, with stained glass windows casting murky colors on the floor. Somewhere, a bell peals, and it echoes faintly.

She loves a good sense of drama.

I find myself bored, and have decided to check around, see if I can't stir up a little trouble. After all, it's been ages since I've ruined a good fairy tale.