Hey guys! So this is just a little something that I started working on when I heard about the new Maleficent movie, which I am very excited about! I wanted to write my own version about Maleficent's side of the story before it came out. I know that the idea of Maleficent's back story has been done before, but I thought, what the heck. So please enjoy, and let me know if I should continue with this.

Many of you have heard of the woman I work for, Maleficent, but I'm sure that no one has ever known that there was actually another human, let alone a female, in the castle. Yep, that would be me, her personal maid, Helen. Yes, a lot of my life consisted of chores, but it's not as if I minded much. It was the least I could do, after all that my Lady had done for me.

No one ever seemed to question my Mistress's power. Neither did they question her goals, for fear of upsetting her. People however have been curious as to her background and her motives, for what could make the Mistress of all evil be so…evil. That I can not answer, for I simply know her from my experience of working for her. This is my story, my life, which is probably best started from the beginning.

For as long as I can remember, I had worked for Maleficent in the Forbidden Fortress. I had always done as I was told, because I had seen what her wrath could do. I was just glad that I didn't have to be in her army of goons. I think I would kill myself if I had to spend all day with those imbeciles. In just one conversation with them, you feel like you are talking to a brick wall. Actually, the wall would probably be more interesting to talk to than them.

My job was simple. Take care of any of my Lady's needs, ranging from preparing meals, to cleaning (which wasn't the easiest thing for one person to do in a decaying place like that), to taking care of that wretched bird that followed her everywhere. I think its name suited it perfectly, Diablo, for that bird was the Devil. Anytime that there was anything wrong that I did, he was sure to let me know by biting at my fingers or giving my hair a good tug with his talons. Needless to say, he wasn't necessarily my favorite character to be around.

Everyday usually consisted of waking up before dawn and working until the waning light of day. Most of the time, if I wasn't busy doing chores, I would be waiting on my Lady hand and foot. I had a favorite corner near her throne that I would stand in, waiting for her next command. Of course most of the time, I was receiving glares from Diablo, he didn't like it when I was too close to his mistress.

When she wasn't yelling at her goons, she was usually pacing, sparing me the occasional glance over her shoulder. I made sure to never make eye contact with her when she did; she didn't like it when that happened and there was usually some sort of punishment that came along with it.

The days of my childhood working for Maleficent seemed to pass by at an alarming rate for anyone's childhood. At times it is hard to remember any certain day, for they all seem to blend together. The part in my life where I can seem to remember individual days clearly was that fateful day, when I found him.

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