Life in the Moors was peaceful since Queen Aurora ascended the throne and the fairy known as Maleficent deserted her evil ways. The creatures of the Moors embraced their human queen with open arms and as a repentance of her ill wills, Maleficent returned to her duties as the protector of the Moors.

With her wings returned to her, a certain raven began to feel less needed in his services. Diaval felt this way even now as he sat on a tree in his human form. Staring off into the distance, he almost didn't hear his name being called by the shrieking of a small fairy.

"Diaval!? Oh there you are! Something has been discovered and Maleficent is at the castle and who knows when she will be back! Please come quickly!" The fairy known as Knotgrass hollered at him.

Curiosity got the better of him as Diaval followed the small fairy. Running to get to their destination fast, he soon found himself at a waterfall where as large group of creatures were crowded around.

"Alright, what's all this fuss about?" Diaval questioned the inhabitants of the Moors.

He was answered with voices all speaking at once. Eventually he was able to discern that behind the waterfall, there was a cave with something in it. Now he lived in the Moors for sixteen years and he knew that there had never been a cave behind this particular waterfall. However, the recent heavy rain must have caused a landslide which resulted in the opening of the cave. Knowing that Maleficent wouldn't be back for a while, he decided to make his own judgment on the matter.

"Okay, I'm going to check it out and see what this thing is." The raven man said and noticed the worried stares coming from the large party.

Walking through the waterfall, he went through the mysterious cave. The cave wasn't too large or too deep, this made things easier. Taking careful steps through the limestone formed cavern, he reached the center of it. Crystals were everywhere in all shapes, colors, and sizes, but they were not what caught Diaval's eye. In the middle of the cave on a large stone, lay not something, but someone. Moving closer, he found the someone to be an unconscious young woman who had the scent of a fairy.