Narrator: Once upon a time there were two
Kingdoms that did not like each other at all. In one kingdom lived humans, like
you and me. But it had a villain and ambitious King. In the other kingdom there were magic and
wonderful things. There lived a
beautiful girl, she was a fairy, her name was Maleficent. ( entra la maleficent
)
In
this kingdom everybody was happy and perfect.
Young Maleficent: Hello everybody, I’m
Maleficent. I live in this fantastic kingdom.
Creature 1: Maleficent.
Creature 2: Someone…
Creature 3: No, I’ll explain.
Creature 1: No!!!, me...
Young Maleficent: Well, What happened?
Creature 2: A thief...
Creature 3: There is a human in our kingdom
trying to steal a jewel.
(Les
fades la miren malament)
Creature 3: sorry…
Young Maleficent: A human? Where is he?
Creature 1: There, behind those trees.
( assenyala la fusta de rodes )
Creature 2: I don’t like humans
Creature 3: Me neither. (marxen
les fades)
(Entra el Yong Stephen)
Tree 1: Be careful Maleficent!
Tree 2: Yes! It can be dangerous!
Young Maleficent: Come out, please! Who are
you?
Young Stefan: Noooo, they are going to
kill me!
Tree 1: Don’t worry!
Tree 2: We won’t hurt you!
(Young stephan surt de darrera la fusta)
Young Maleficent: You are just a boy!
Young Stefan: You are just a girl!
Young Maleficent: What’s your name?
Young Stefan: Stephan. And yours.
Young Maleficent: Maleficent. Give me what you
stole!
Young Stefan: Me?
Young Maleficent: Yes, Give it to me!
(Li dona la pedra i la
Maleficent la deixa al seu lloc).
Young Stefan: If I had known you were
going to throw it away, I would have kept it.
Young Maleficent: I didn’t throw it. I
returned it to its place.
(s’assenten)
Young Stefan: One day, I will live in this
castle.
Young Maleficent: Where do you live now?
Young Stefan: In a farm.
Young Maleficent: Are your parents farmers?
Young Stefan: My parents are dead.
Young Maleficent: Mine, too.
(s’alcen)
Young Stefan: See you!
Young Maleficent: Don’t come again. It’s not
safe.
Young Stefan: If I come back, will you be
here?
Young Maleficent: Perhaps….Aaaarg!!!!!
Young Stefan: What’s wrong?
Young Maleficent: Iron hurts my wings (es treu l’anell de ferro i el tira)
Young Stefan: I’m sorry, I like you wings.
(s’agafen de les mans. A darrera seu apareixen Maleficent i
Stephan de grans mentre el narrador parla)
Narrator: Maleficent and the boy grew up and
become good friends and throughout the days, this friendship turned into love.
