<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0a/ee/1c/0aee1c7600e644d1cd6dead8f3790c7f.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Maleficent<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Glen just outside Rumplestiltskins stronghold<br/><strong>Current Objective(s):</strong>Unspecified<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Eons seem to go by in a flash when you tend to be ageless.<br/><br/>Maleficent had seen rises and falls of kingdoms throughout time. Never one to follow into anything with haste, the dark fairy was meticulous and patient. She had watched brash actions in the past, and profited from them in her own way. The way of power. It was why the past few times the little Djinn had visited her, telling her that her place was with him, she couldn't help but snort and wave him off. In Maleficents mind, power games were for those who had none.<br/><br/>Still, she knew she could be a deciding force in this new upcoming battle Rumplestiltskin had planned. Vain of her own powers, it also helped to be noticed that she was one of the heavy hitters. Fairies always loved to have their egos stroked, and those especially that had Maleficents reputation. A reputation that had destroyed armies, and had cost her love....along with her beautiful wings.<br/><br/>The memory of such a fierce betrayal never strayed far from Maleficents mind. And so it was when the Djinn continued to approach her, she bided her time. There really was no point in rushing. Certainly he had enough tiny minions running about as cannon fodder. Surely something as pathetic as a<em>human</em>wouldn't beat the magic of the Djinn! Yes, Maleficents opinion of humans was truly in the gutter these days....not that it ever came very far up.<br/><br/>She knew Rumplestiltskin would approach her again. And she was preparing to say no....though tumors of this magic mirror and its portal gave her pause. IF it could reasonably be done, the Maleficent would join. Certainty gnawed at her...she would have to trust someone else, and every instinct screamed not to do it. But times were changing, and if she were to survive, she would have to change as well.