And the new story has arrived!

Yes, I couldn't really wait to upload it for you guys. However, I am more clueless for how this story will go then my last story, fallen feathers and tattered hearts. The response to that story, by the way, blew me away and I hope you like this one even more!

I have a few interesting ideas in mind, but you will have to bear with my insanity.

Umm... that's all I think.

Enjoy!

Aurora grasped the tip of her right index finger tightly as she stared out the large window of her bedroom. The sun was darkening, it would set soon. She felt it difficult to breath, she had imagined her last moments so differently. She had imagined it in the open, perhaps in the Moors, surrounded by the few people she loved dearly. Her aunts, Diaval…Maleficent. The name felt strange, foreign to her tongue, but somehow suited her unique godmother. Her dear godmother, whose curse would soon end her life. She had felt betrayed, angry, heartbroken when she learned the truth of her life. All of it a lie. She had no aunts, her father was very much alive, she was a princess, and her life would end before it had even begun.

Her heart ached, for now that anger had dissipated, and she longed to be in her godmothers arms. She longed to see her pretty bird, Diaval. Play one last game with him. She didn't care of what Maleficent had done to her as a child. Aurora knew she loved her now. Otherwise, why would her servant have raised her? Why would she share such lovely stories and dark secrets with her? Why would she trust Aurora so, allow her into her most treasured Moors? These could only be acts of love.

The sun was beginning to set, and Aurora allowed a few tears to fall. This was it, now she would die. Her aunts had tried in vain to cheer her up, flittering about as they narrated that true love's kiss could break her curse. But she had no true love. Phillip had stirred something in her heart, definitely. And with time, she was sure she could grow to love him, with time. But that was the one thing she didn't have; time.

The sun had just touched the far hillside, beginning to disappear from view. The skies began to change colour; soft yellow, a warm orange, a deep red. Pink and purple followed, until the sun had completely set and the sky had turned dark.

And Aurora still had her eyes wide open, staring at the window.

Nothing had happened, she was still awake. She looked around her, the room still exactly the same. She pinched her shoulder hard, and winced at the very real stinging. No, she was most definitely awake.

But the question was how?

Had the curse been a hoax? Was it supposed to occur after the sun had set? No, her aunts had definitely said before. Then again, her aunts had never really been good with timing.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing the wild looking king. Her father. Somehow, the word wasn't as much of a comfort to her as she imagined. He was followed by many guards, and her three now miniature aunts.

"Aurora!" They cried, hurrying to flutter over and surround her.

"Oh Aurora! Thank goodness you're alright!" Knotgrass cried, not even trying to contain her happiness. Or her shock.

"The curse didn't work," Stefan whispered, taking slow steps towards Aurora. He held her face with his rough hands, and his eyes pierced into hers, inspecting her grimly. He dropped his hands and stood there for a long time, seeming deep in thought, most likely thinking through all the reasons this could have happened, just as Aurora had done previously. Everyone watched him, waiting in silence for his declaration.

All of a sudden, the grim look disappeared, as if something had suddenly clicked in his head. And a wide grin suddenly spread across face.

It was terrifying

"The curse didn't work," his smile widened "the witch is dead!"

Aurora, the guard, and the pixies all let out a gasp. Could it be? Had Maleficent's curse not worked because she was dead? It all made horrid sense to her, without Maleficent, any magic of hers would dissipate, and the curse would no longer be sustained.

The guard thought through their kings words, slower then Aurora, and then a chorus of cheers suddenly joined the kings. Aurora feel to the floor, feeling numb. Her godmother was dead. Her heart ached with new pain, tears gushing as she sobbed into her hands. The pixies, surprisingly, were also looking sadly at one another, grabbing each other's hands.

Aurora took it back, she could handle the curse. She would handle anything, but not this. This was too much for her to bear. And what would Diaval do? She could see the poor bird now. He had sworn his life to her servitude, and they insisted there was nothing more. But there was no way to hide the longing, loving look he had in his eyes when he gazed at the fairy, his queen. And it was also obvious by their light banters and moments together that that Maleficent enjoyed his company too. Would Diaval live alone now, his one friend in the world now taken from him? Or would he simply decide that he wouldn't live without and- Aurora cried harder at this thought- share Maleficent's fate? Judging by how much he seemed to care for Maleficent, Aurora was certain he would choose the second option.

She was going to lose both her godparents, and instead she had a maniac King as her father. Said King had finished his cheering, and called upon a tall, important looking man. He announced a grand celebration to take place tonight, both for the return of his daughter and- more importantly of course- for the death of Maleficent, witch of the Moors.

A festival to commence a death, it made Aurora sick to her stomach.

The king came to Aurora after that, kneeling in front of her. "I know you're hurt, Aurora. I know that you don't know me, and I probably haven't given you the best idea of me so far. But I promise you, now that that devil is dead, you have nothing to fear and we can be happy together. A family." He attempted a smile, and the result frightened her.

Aurora had many cruel things she wanted to say at the moment, but instead she faked her own smile. She would go along with this, for now. She would listen to her psychotic father until the night was over and she was sent to a bedroom, where she could scream and cry to herself. But disobeying now would cause nothing but trouble.

He touched her cheek with a rough hand, she was sure it was meant to be soothing. "Now go, get cleaned up and dry your tears. Then the maids will take you to pick out a dress for the celebration tonight." He got up then, pulling her up with him.

Aurora nodded, and the pixies once again made their presence known. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you washed up." Flittle said, a sad smile on not only her face, but on all three of the pixies.

Aurora didn't speak, allowing herself to be dragged away by her aunts. Memories of her godmother flashed before her eyes, and her heart squeezed painfully. She didn't want to celebrate.

She wanted to die

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