DIAVAL
And so it was that Maleficent broke down her prison of words and freed herself. She was stronger than words, and instead of letting them confine her forever, she forged new ones around her. She changed the way she saw others. She changed the way she spoke to others. She changed the way she used her power. Never once did I believe that she couldn't.
I was finally able to see the Maleficent that existed long ago, and I realized that there was a reason that I loved her. There must have been a part of me that saw this Maleficent underneath all the cold-hearted acts, the hostility, bitterness, and cruelty.
Kind-hearted. Sweet. Gentle. Forgiving. That was my Maleficent. The one I would hold in my arms for the rest of my life. The one who never again shuddered away from physical touch. The Maleficent who loved all of the moors like everything in them was a part of her.
And by those soft words she came to be known. Sure, it took a few years to completely change her image. But good things take time, and Maleficent was just a little late in finding herself.
We became one, her and I. Both part of the same heart. And for the rest of my life, never did I love something as much as I loved her.
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