Have you ever liked a villain more than the hero?
Well… I have. 😄
Maleficent.
And before you start judging my moral compass, let me explain.
I don’t usually have a soft corner for villains. Especially the ones who wake up in the morning and think, “What evil thing can I do today?” No, thank you. 😂
But Maleficent is different.
She was a fairy.
And I have had a soft spot for fairies since I was a little girl. I mean, what’s not to love? They have wings to fly, live in magical forests, look impossibly pretty, and seem to have that little bit of magic that makes ordinary life feel… well, less ordinary.
So, naturally, a fairy had my attention. 🧚♀️
But Maleficent wasn’t just any fairy.
She was beautiful, powerful and capable of love. She trusted someone and believed in that love.
And then someone decided to teach her the other side of love and betrayal.
He betrayed her.
And something inside her changed.
The fairy who once flew freely, loved openly and trusted easily slowly disappeared behind anger, bitterness and those magnificent black wings.
The magic was still there.
The love wasn’t.
Or perhaps… she had simply buried it very, very deep.
And isn’t there something terribly unfair about this?
Someone gives you their trust, their love, their whole heart. Someone else betrays that trust, breaks that heart, and walks away.
And then the person who was once so good, so loving, so trusting changes because of that betrayal.
Suddenly, they are the villain.
But what about the person who betrayed them?
Why do we so easily forget what happened before the transformation? Why is the one who changed after being hurt remembered for what they became, while the one who caused the hurt is rarely blamed for what they did?
We judge the scars, but somehow forget who caused them.
How unfair is that?
Which got me thinking…
Isn’t that the scary thing about love and betrayal?
Love can make you do the most ridiculous things. You trust someone completely. You hand them the softest, most vulnerable parts of yourself and think, “Here. Take care of this.”
And then, if they betray that trust, the same love can turn into anger so powerful that you don’t even recognise yourself anymore.
Love has the power to create.
Betrayal has the power to destroy.
And then there was Aurora.
The little girl Maleficent had cursed slowly became the one person who could reach the part of her that she had locked away.
Aurora didn’t see the monster that everyone else feared. She saw the fairy who was still hiding underneath all that anger.
And somehow, the little girl she had cursed brought back the one thing Maleficent thought she had lost forever—her ability to love.
The curse meant for Aurora became an unexpected kind of healing for Maleficent herself.
And perhaps that’s why I don’t see her as just a villain.
I see a fairy who loved, trusted, got hurt, became bitter… and then, slowly, found her way back to love.
Maybe that’s what makes a character memorable.
Not that they are good or bad.
But that somewhere between the two, we can recognise a little bit of ourselves.
Because most of us have known love.
And most of us have known what betrayal feels like.
Thankfully, none of us grew horns afterwards. 😄🦋
Or did we?
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Until The Next Whisper,
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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