I don't own Maleficent or any recognizable characters of this story.
This story will feature Dark Mermaid Maleficent in the interim of Aurora coming into rule. No she is not a mermaid permanently, she is still a faery. Yes it is Malora. Enjoy!
Chapter 1. Depths
One must understand the nature of the Moors in order to understand the next part of this tale. It would be a mistake to assume that any being residing within the land controls or creates the magic which resides there. Such beauty is inherent, you see. The land and all that dwell within live together in a symbiosis of ethereal hues and glorious majesty. The magic comes from deep within all that is and perpetuates itself through the creatures and great beings living in love with it. The land is alive, and so the beings live. The creatures are vessels for its magic, and thus one sees how the beauty of it manifests differently as each being beholds it differently. On that night two years ago, the Great Blue Moors called back its dark protector.
Her eyes heavy greens and golds and love, wings dragging behind her in the sweet smelling earth beneath her, the protector of the moors moved as though in a trance. One very much like the Sun child had experienced at the beckon of her own misused magic of the Moors. But not to a spinning wheel did she move with all the grace of assurance. The waters were calling her. Stirring the lurid greens and gold in her blood.
Maleficent...
Deeper and deeper into the woods she went, not knowing where her feet bade her go. Not understanding why she could not break free of this spell she was under. The utter irony of it all. The princess had been called to rule. Aurora. The beautiful child of dawn. For two years she would bare separation. Two years of solitude that seemed unbelievable. Outrageous even. The child had not been with her for long but for the visits of this year before the battle. Now that she'd been freed of the bind of her curse, now free to live with the sun, she learns of the eclipse. Two years of returning the kingdom to a glory that it had not seen in over a century, that was to be her task. Only when stability had been reached would she be able to return to the Moors. Two years...
Maleficent's wings failed her for the first time when she reached the now invisible walls where her thorns had once served to keep the humans away. Her powerful wings, and the magic of the moors put her under. The distress, the pain, the guilt all crushed her mightily as her pale feet kissed the ground none too gently. At that moment she felt the sensation of falling asleep come upon her, and with the strangeness that belies earth magic, remained aware. She began her walk deep into the Moors, beyond the glittering pools where the water sprites danced and the little mud flinging heathens played. Beyond the great tree Balthazar's place of abode. The air around her pulsing, she could smell something rich and floral saturating her clothes and wings.
Maleficent...
After some 15 minutes of walking into parts of the land even she had not ventured, the dark faery found herself staring unblinkingly with amber green eyes into a watery chasm. The area seemed to glow green and blue with light, and yet there were no creatures fluttering around to be seen. Her body felt heavy with magic, and tiredness. She wanted the emotion to cease. She wanted to sleep, perhaps a death-like sleep, until the keeper of her heart returned to her.
'Aurora... ' was all she whispered when the magic took hold of her in full. The air thick with the smell of flowers and earth, the water began to ripple and slowly, a pale blue hand, slender boned with talons sharp crept its way out of the dark waters and touched lightly at her feet. Maleficent gave in to the heaviness of her body starting with her eyes and let them close. The clawed hand was cool as it wrapped with ease around her ankle underneath her dress and slowly pulled her foot toward the water which still stirred.
Had another creature been around in the clearing, they might have noted the gold mist which lay itself over the water as tails of vivid rainbow hues began to break the surface, quiet but lurking. Another hand, and yet another and another came out of the water, and slowly the bodies to which they were attached made themselves known. Eyes of pure gold and rainbow opal, almond shaped and glistening. Flowing hair of rich deep purples and blues, covering shining blue skin marked the appearance of the great water dwellers. And the tails so large, comparable in majesty only to the wings Maleficent herself had, bore the bodies out of the water and they seemed to be held in the air. One at her feet, one to hold her hands, pulling her quietly back down to the waters. They began to croon in strange melodies laced with sorrow.
Our dark Faery sleeps without her Sun.
When will the great protector rise from her great slumber,
heart so heavy with love and sorrow and pain
but to drown her in peace!
Ai, oh ai!
We carry you down to the deep!
As they slowly submerged her, more water creatures breached the surface, face wet with strange pink tears, singing their song of mourning for her. Her wings became wet and heavy with the water and the mist burned a brighter gold. Stranger still, they vanished under the water and off her back, and then down under her head went, hair flowing behind her as she was pulled, down, down. The creatures followed, pulled and touched her body, giving gifts of green light which gave way to the swaths of her clothes tying themselves in intelligent knots around her legs. As they all disappeared into the darkness, the last thing to be seen, was a great tail. Deep purple down into the deep black.