The next day when she arrived in the moor, Aurora knew that something was wrong.
since when was the moor so quiet? Where were the sprites and their constant flutter of wings? Where was the chatter that seemed to linger on the air?
her mind was a whirl of thoughts as it twisted up scenarios that could have happened.
Had something happened? Had the hunters managed to do some sort of harm to the fair folk? Where was Maleficent? Had she been hurt? Was that why even Diaval seemed to have vanished?
Then again Maleficent did have duties and perhaps had been called away to settle one thing or another.
Aurora tried to rationalize as she wander through the wood, trying to ignore how quiet that it was.
Maleficent tried to distract herself from the thoughts that were running in her head.
She had known that the curse was irreversible so why had she even tried?
She had condemned the girl and in a way, herself as well.
Why had she allowed herself to care for the girl?
Wasn't this the revenge she wanted?
The fairy was so deep in thought that Diaval's harsh caw caused her to jolt slightly.
"What?"
she demanded, barely moving a hand to change him into a form with a voice.
"Aurora is headed this way."
"of course she is."
