Movies » Maleficent » Her Wings
Author: ThunderStorm7916
1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8
Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 24 - Published: 07-19-14 - Updated: 11-10-14
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A/N: So I've seen this movie like ten times! I love it! Anyway, probably been done before, I know but this is just a bit of a brainchild I've had. I unfortunately do not own anything except Pebbledrop, who's going to be in this later. Also, after the first bit, some of the memories will be out of order. Please read and rate!
regular=the present
italics=the past, Diaval's POV
bold=the past, Maleficent's POV
underlined=the past, Aurora's POV
"Oh, well, thank you very much! I need you Diaval, I can't do this without you, Diaval," the raven said sarcastically. He'd never admit it, but he really did want to hear her say that she needed him. He said what he wished she would say, covering up his desperation and longing with cynicism.
The faerie rolled her eyes. "I can here you," she yelled back at him. He was usually more annoying than this, she thought. He was a good servant and very loyal even if he did get on her nerves. She could almost be fooled into thinking she had a friend in him.
They continued into the castle. Maleficent carefully avoided touching iron spikes that blocked her path. Diaval maneuvered the floating Prince Phillip away from potential head-bumps and impalings. Slowly they climbed up to the tower where Aurora slept. Maleficent easily knocked out the lone guard and they dropped Prince Phillip in front of the chamber doors.
Diaval watched as the three pixies who had tried to raise Aurora fluttered about the boy and pulled him into the room. Maleficent motioned for Diaval to follow her, so he did. The faerie and the raven hid behind a partition in the room. It had a beautifully carved pattern and gold translucent fabric. Looking through it seemed to cast the whole room in the good light magic Maleficent used on occasion.
Maleficent watched intently. Silently she prayed that she was wrong, that true love did exist, that the Beastie could be awakened, and that she might be forgiven. The pair kept silent as the Prince kissed the Princess, but even then she slept. While the pixies were bickering and yelling at the Prince that he hadn't done it right, Maleficent slowly took her eyes off Aurora and turned to Diaval. The pixies and the Prince left the room.
"I told you," she whispered sorrowfully. They only locked eyes for a moment, but that was all Diaval needed to see the pain, the anger, the heartbreak, and the guilt in Maleficent's eyes. The faerie approached Aurora's sleeping form.
Maleficent gazed forlornly at the bed. Aurora's wheat colored hair spread out around her in soft curls. Her hands were placed delicately together on the stomach of her simple blue gown. Looking at her Maleficent knew she was no beast. She was not the one that had taken her wings, nor was she someone who could do such a thing. She was innocent, her heart was pure, but Maleficent had cursed her anyway. Everything was the faerie's fault, and she knew it.
Diaval watched his mistress speak words of remorse. As tears fell from her eyes he longed to have his wings to wrap around her in comfort. He heard her whisper a promise of protection. He saw her lean down and place a farewell kiss on Aurora's temple. As she was turning away, Aurora opened her eyes. "Hello, Godmother," she said sweetly.
Maleficent smiled a smile that Diaval had only seen a few times. "Hello, Beastie," the faerie returned affectionately.
"No truer love," Diaval marveled to himself.
After turning Diaval back into a raven, the trio began to exit the castle. It happened in a second. An iron net plunged down onto Maleficent and soldiers stormed to attack.
Diaval immediately began to squawk desperately. He was yelling, "Let her go! Leave her alone! Mistress! No! Don't you dare touch her! If you hurt her, I'll kill you! I'll pluck your eyes out with my claws! Maleficent!" But it only came out as a loud screech. He flapped his wings relentlessly in the faces of her attackers. In that moment, he thought back to when he had been a wolf, when he had large fangs and deadly claws. He wished for the dog's form he hated if only to bring down one of the bastards hurting his beautiful mistress.
A moment later, using what little strength she had, Maleficent reached out toward Diaval and whispered, "Into a dragon,"
Diaval felt his perspective changing. He hadn't flown up at all, but he saw the ground beneath him get farther and farther away. His legs were much more full of muscle, his wings became huge and bat like, and his squawks came out as fiery snarls. He was a dragon.
His fury fueled his flaming assault as he bellowed at the soldiers surrounding Maleficent. When they scattered, he gathered the net in his jaws and threw it off to the side. He was so strong that Maleficent was caught up and thrown a bit too. The raven hoped he hadn't hurt the faerie, he just wasn't used to being so big. Maleficent recovered quickly and Diaval filled momentarily with ease.
Just then a new wave of soldiers came in brandishing shields of solid iron and others with iron chained whips. There was fire on the floor, in the air, and in his very being. He hissed flames at everything in sight. He swung his now big and powerful wings, knocking down men and columns like blades of grass. Underneath all the clamor he could hear his mistress yell something indistinct.
The irons shields surrounded Maleficent blocking her whichever way she turned. Diaval turned to help only to be held back by chains. He opened his mouth to spout fire but soon there was a tangle of chains acting as a muzzle. He beat his wings and brought down his tail trying frantically to break free. Soldiers circled his legs and pulled him roughly to the ground. He was immobilized.
He watched helpless as Stefan's whip lashed out at Maleficent and sent her tumbling. He couldn't quite hear what the king was saying but he knew his mistress was in trouble. Stefan beat her again and drew his sword. It looked like it was over, it felt like it was over, and if his faerie died, it would be over.
Maleficent had known when she had entered the castle that she might very well die. Now Stefan had her trapped and was going to kill her. She waited for the impact of the sword. The room seemed to freeze as she felt something she hadn't felt in seventeen years. Her wings. They were there. They were solidly attached to her back as they had been when she was young.
In a fraction of a second she was off the ground. Flying came back to her in an instant and she soared through the air as if she had never needed to touch down on earth. She didn't know how or why but she had her wings back. And with them, there was nothing she couldn't do.
Diaval had been amazed and overjoyed that his mistress had her wings again. He'd never say so out loud but he thought she looked magnificent flying through the air. He watched mesmerized as she took down chandeliers, window bars, and even his binding chains. Diaval resumed his attack creating as much distraction as he could. The king wrapped his whip around Maleficent's ankle and ordered his men to shoot but she was too strong.
The raven dragon roared fire and arrows and spears flew in every direction. The faerie dragged the king with her through the fire on the floor and as she crashed through the window. Some of the men went to the window to watch for their king as he was pulled up to a high parapet. The rest of the army turned their focus to the dragon.
Crossbow bolts broke on Diaval's scaly skin and with the now empty space where Maleficent had been, he easily shook off chains thrown at him. He didn't notice the soldiers throwing spears until one hit him where his left wing joined his shoulder. He screeched in pain and hissed fire at the ceiling. Wailing he took out half of the men with his tail and snarled at those who still stood. The smart ones ran out of the throne room. Diaval blew flame at the men once more before collapsing unconscious.
Maleficent slowly glided down to Stefan's broken body. She would've let him live, if only he had let her fly away from the parapet. "You know, I thought I loved you once," she said softly, "You said you gave me true love's kiss on my sixteenth birthday, but you never knew true love." She looked at his still form for a moment and then took flight.
Once Maleficent was in the air she remembered Aurora and Diaval both of whom were still in the castle throne room. She lowered herself through the window she had broken out of and landed a few feet inside. Fire obscured her view and with a wave of her hand she put it out. As the smoke dissipated she saw Diaval bleeding on the floor. Her heart lurched and she ran to his side. "Into a man," she said quickly.
She could see the damage much clearer as a human. A spear ran through his left shoulder and six inches out through his back. She broke off the end with the spearhead and turned Diaval onto his back.
"Is he alright?" Aurora asked as she walked into the room. The faerie shook her head and shrugged. The princess rushed over and put her hands on Maleficent's shaking ones.
"Hold him down, this is going to hurt," Maleficent instructed, "On my count I'll pull it out and as soon as it's out grab my cloak and press hard one the wound. We need to stop the bleeding." Aurora nodded taking the cloak from the floor and placing it on her lap as she knelt next to Diaval. Maleficent took a deep breath, "One, two," she counted slowly, "Three!"
The spear came out and Diaval woke with a cry of pain. Aurora quickly covered the wound with the cloak and pressed down. The raven let out a quick "Ah!" before his eyes found Maleficent's. He was fading again but he managed to say, "Mistress, you-your wings are beautiful."
Maleficent smiled and leaned closer to him. As he drifted out of consciousness he heard her say, "Stay alive, Diaval. I need you, Diaval. I need you."