CHAPTER ONE: PRECIOUS GEMS
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On a very tall tree, atop a very small hill in the Moors, lived a small little girl. But, it wasn't just any little girl. She was a Valintant. Valintants were the protectors of the Moors. Only one of the race was left, and her name was Arabella.
She was the last remaining protector of the Moors, and she led a happy life, up to about six years old. What had happened that day sent the Moors into chaos, and not many knew the tale…
On the outskirts of the Moors, November 16th
The Valintant Arabella celebrated her 6th birthday alone this year. She walked through the Moors, letting her wings drag sadly behind her. She ended up on the borderline between the Moors and the human kingdom. She looked upon Queen Aurora's castle with a wound in her heart.
Nobody knows who I am. Nobody knows who has been protecting them all these years. Her thoughts brought tears to her eyes. She panicked, because, whenever a Valintant would cry, lines from the tears would painfully burn their faces. And, when they cried, their tears were turned to precious gems. This is what attracted the human-kind to Valintants, and this is what caused them all to die off. When she felt the burning in her cheeks from the tears, she thought she would die. This only made her cry harder. The pain was unbearable, and her cries rang though the area. Several creatures heard her, though only one looked for the noise. It was Diaval.
Diaval had once been just a raven, before Maleficent gave him the power to become a man. When the man-raven in question heard the agonized screams, he immediately ran and followed the noise. What he saw was a sight that not many ever got the chance to. It was a Valintant. The last of them. He had heard of her before. She looked very young, maybe five or six years old, and he right away knew that he had to help her. So quickly, but cautiously, he approached the small Valintant with a gentle expression.
"Hey, hey. It's alright. I'm here to help you." He spoke softly. The poor creature faced him, and he gasped at the tear tracks. She continued to cry, even harder, and Diaval gently wiped her tears away and puller her close to him. He felt a strange need to keep her safe all the time, but he knew that couldn't happen. Valintants needed their space. But, looking at this small, frail girl in front of him, he began to wonder if maybe she did need someone there. When the cries stopped, the girl backed up a bit, with Diaval's hands still on her shoulders.
"Hello." His gentle voice was truly one that had never been used with her before.
"Hello, sir." Her voice was soft and dainty, like silk, but coated with pain.
"My name is Diaval. I heard you crying. What ever is the matter?" He asked her. She shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to tell him why, but she did say one thing.
"My name is Arabella." Those were the last words Diaval heard her speak, before a group of humans galloped in on horses. They were men from the kingdom ruled by Prince, now King Phillip's father, King Hubert.
"Get me the Valintant! I want her alive and unharmed! GO!" The leader of the men shouted. The others charged forward, and Diaval stood protectively infront of Arabella. They easily knocked him aside, and took her. She was thrown onto the back of a horse, and everyone galloped away. After shaking himself off, Diaval transformed to a raven and flew off to find Maleficent, who was no longer his mistress. He reached her, and immediately began speaking, still out of breath.
"Maleficent! The last of the Valiants has been captured!"
And that is how Arabella ended up here.
About a year after being captured, she sat in a dark dungeon in King Hubert's castle. The only time she is allowed out is when she is beaten. Every so often, the king unlatches her iron chains, meant specifically to burn her, and beats her. The beatings make her cry, which produces the gems. Unfortunately, the gems weren't the only reason for her kidnapping. Oh, no. He took her, because the Moors would be left unprotected, and open to his advantage. The two different lands were in constant battle, and nobody in the Moors knew how to stop it, and it continued on, as Arabella sat in a chamber, unable to help the place she once called home.
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-Maddie