Last Minute Memoirs

by RolledupinOne

Before he was a dragon, before he was a human, he was a simple raven with a simple life. Then, everything changed. She came into his life, and no longer was he a simple raven. Instead, he had a purpose. This is his story, from his first real memory until where he is now. However, now he's in trouble, and he has little idea of how to get away. In his words: Mistress, where are you?

1. Introduction

So, I recently saw Maleficent, and they never technically show how Diaval gets away after he get's turned into a dragon, so this is post dragon, pre happily ever after, plus his all his memories and back story. :) Also, this is now a collaboration between FanofRandomThings and me, RolledupinOne

Warning: Chapter 1 (the next chapter, this is the intro) is dark, so keep that in mind. Most of the story will not be dark, but Chapter 1 is.

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Introduction

One must say, past experiences shape who we are, whether we like to admit it or not. In my case, I see little shame in admitting it, but that doesn't amount to anything when the experiences contain some things I'd rather forget.

I'm aware that past experiences can shape someone's heart to be soft or, in the case of the woman who I found to be so much more than what she first seemed, sharp as a dagger and hard as stone. It's a nature and nurture problem, however, for as I said, she's more than what one might gather from their first look.

Beyond how one acts, there is something else: There's a personality deep inside of us that can never he beat out, no matter how the world tries. That it what I discovered and now, as I wait to learn what will become of me, I suppose this will be my last chance to put things together in my currently rather jumbled mind.

And that's another thing! My mind was clear for so long, that I'd almost forgotten what being in a particular shape for a prolonged time did to me. It had all been rather natural before, having a thought and then having it disappear before I'd even been aware that I'd had it, or more commonly not thinking and simply doing whatever seemed natural without a thought to the reasons behind my actions; and then, suddenly thinking became the most natural thing in the world.

Suddenly, I didn't have to try hard to think. All at once, I remembered things and my actions had some sort of meaning behind them.

Suddenly, I remembered who I was and what I was like, and that I had a purpose in the world besides eating, sleeping, and surviving.

Now, all of that is going away. True, the sights before my eyes seem almost sharper, and the smells stronger, and yet all the mannerisms I had been acquiring seem to be fading away.

I'd best move on before all I can do is concentrate on that silly little golden candleholder on the other side of the room. The sun set just a while ago, though it seems like a lifetime since I was bringing that young prince into the castle. I may only have until dawn...

Now, what was I saying? Oh yes, the events that shaped my life. Well, as I said things were quite jumbled back then, but anything that related to my survival was never absent from my mind. That was what my life was, a constant fight for survival. It seems that is what my life has again become, as well. My current situation isn't all that different than that first memory...

It seems that memories can come back to haunt you.