A.N.: I got the idea for this after reading Fallen Feathers and Tattered Hearts by Rose-Writer17
Disclaimer: Don't own Maleficent
"Mistress?"
The word was spoken carefully, cautiously.
Maleficent turned to the figure beside her. Below, her Beastie was adjusting her crown. "How long have your served me?"
Diaval blinked. "Seventeen years."
Maleficent's lips quirked. She raised her hand and laid her palm flat, blowing the magic in the direction of her faithful raven. He gasped, breathing in the golden wisps. His eyes fluttered closed, then he looked at her, confused.
"Your debt is paid, and your transformations are now your own choice. You are free."
He smiled. "If it's all the same, I think I'll stay here." He smirked. "Maleficent."