The Curse
As Maleficent's curse had failed to bring Aurora's one-true-love to her, Maleficent glided over to the door with freshly-escaped tears running down her high angled cheekbones.
Diaval regarded Aurora from the foot of the bed. He gazed longingly at her blonde hair strewn elegantly around the pillow and her dark eyelashes protruding from her pale, closed eyelids.
Suddenly a thought appeared sharply in his mind. Maybe his kiss would work?! Maybe he could break the curse?! After all, he had grown up with Aurora as Maleficent had watched over her for all these years.
Diaval cast his mind back to the days when Aurora was a child, how she had come to him to discuss her problems, how they had sat in the meadows making daisy chains whilst he watched her, how she had laughed when he had told her that he was the black crow that sat and made sure no harm had come to her.
Diaval was brought back to the moment sharply when Maleficent cleared her throat loudly and ordered that they should leave, leave the kingdom, leave the Moors forever.
"Ok," he rumbled and with a hint of desperation added, "First let me say goodbye."
Before Diaval knew it, he had brought down his pale face to Aurora's and carefully applied his lips to hers to see if he could break the curse.
As he lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes, Diaval could still feel the ghost of Aurora's soft lips on his and he gazed down at her undisturbed face.
Suddenly she began to glow brighter and brighter until Diaval could bear it no longer. He turned away from his Sleeping Beauty and in that moment he knew the curse was broken.
