00:00This is the real life of Malefice. She wasn't born a witch. You made her one. Her name was Maria, quiet, dressed in black. In 1934, she was hired by the Oswell family to care for their baby, Aurora. The mother traveled, the father drank. For two years, Maria was the only one who stayed. She held the child through fevers, sang to her before sleep, tucked in her blankets like armor.
00:23One night, a scream echoed through the stone halls. Aurora had fallen down the stairs. Maria was found on the floor beside her, begging for help. They said she was too attached, too close, too strange. They locked her in a hospital and never let her see the child again.
00:39Fourteen years passed. The castle began preparing for Aurora's 16th birthday. But the week before, three staff members vanished, all last seen in the West Wing, Maria's old quarters. One maid claimed she saw a woman in a black veil, standing in the hallway. The next morning, Aurora didn't come down. She was found in bed, peaceful, still. No wound, no struggle, just a folded note under her pillow. You called me dangerous. Now, she sleeps forever. You were right.
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