A.N: So, although I just published this yesterday I'm updating it for two reasons. A: There were some weird technical difficulties and the story wasn't showing up, and B: I am really, really excited for this story.

Thanks if you reviewed, followed or favourited, it gives me a bit of an assurance that my story isn't total crap. Lol!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maleficent and all rights go to their respective owners.

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Back in the Moors Aurora walked to her Godmother, biting her lip nervously. Maleficent seemed to be in deep thought, staring at her wall of thorns.

"Godmother, I'm sorry for the things that I said, before I mean." Aurora said, looking down in shame. Her words were harsh and in her anger she hadn't noticed how hurt her Godmother had looked.

"You reacted as any would." Maleficent said, giving her a weak smile. "I understand completely, what I did to you was unforgiveable."

"But I hurt your feelings Godmother, and you've already been hurt so much. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it."

"I know, Beastie. You are forgiven."

Aurora's face lit up in a smile, and she hugged her Godmother for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

"So, I can live here now? Like we planned?" She asked, gesturing to the beautiful Moors.

"Of course, and you can sleep in the trees and be friends with all the creatures..." Maleficent teased, glancing at her great kingdom. "And instead of being a princess of the human world you will be a princess of the Moors, are you sure that is what you want?"

"Yes Godmother, the only reason I returned to the palace was because I was hurt, and I wanted to meet my father. While I was there though, I realized that it was not my home and that I didn't belong there. You and Diaval raised me, and I love you two."

Maleficent grinned and stroked Aurora's hair, fixing it, and brushing it away from her eyes. "I wouldn't have survived if I had lost you, I would of been eaten with grief and guilt I would let your father kill me."

"He sickens me." Aurora declared, turning to face her Godmother. "What he did to you is horrifying and I have no desire to have anything to do with him."

"Now Aurora, you mustn't hate your father for something he did to me. He is your father, and he loves you. You are a kind and beautiful girl, don't darken your soul with hate as I have done."

"I understand Godmother, but I still feel ill-willed towards him."

"If you are to hold any ill-will against your father let it be for something he did to you, instead of hating him for something he did to me nearly twenty years ago."

"He did lock me in my room." Aurora said, an uncharacteristic frown on her face. "And he also wanted to kill you, and I think I can hold a little ill-will for that."

Maleficent chuckled a deep throaty laugh, still fiddling with Aurora's blonde locks. "Hate does not go good on your Aurora, do not show it often."

"You would of survived you know."

"What?" Maleficent said, her accented voice still tinted with laughter.

"If you hadn't gotten to me in time, you would of survived. Diaval would of helped you." Maleficent froze, blinking in surprise.

"Well he is my servant, so yes he would have to help me."

"Not like that Godmother," Aurora sighed, now spinning her body around to face Maleficent. "I don't own all of your heart, even though you've told me I do. I own whatever was left after Father broke it, and Diaval stole it."

"That's, not true Beastie."

"It is true, you just wont admit it to yourself. You love Diaval, and Diaval loves you, I've seen it."

"Aurora, that's enough of that nonsense. I don't love Diaval, and he certainly doesn't love me. He has been a faithful servant, and maybe even companion to me, but really? No one could show romantic interest in me." Maleficent began to chuckle, like it was an amusing joke Aurora had told her.

"I've seen the way he looks at you Godmother, and you may deny it but I'm certain he knows he loves you."

"I think you just miss Prince Phillip." Maleficent said, hoping to divert her attention away from their topic.

"How do you know of him? I mean, we only just met." Aurora's ears grew red, and her cheeks burned.

"Oh, I know many things. He thinks you're very beautiful you know..."

"Well, he, I," Aurora stumbled for words, the burning in her cheeks intensifying. "Stop trying to change the subject."

"Is that what I was doing? I hadn't noticed..." Maleficent smirked, finally pinning up Aurora's hair into a delicate braid.

"Diaval must know he loves you, I'll ask him."

"No!" Maleficent said this a little too fast, and her goddaughter's head whipped around, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

"So you do know about any... feelings you hold towards Diaval."

"He's been a good friend to me Aurora, that is all. I just don't want you to make him uncomfortable with such accusations."

"I'm sure, you know Godmother if you don't accept that you lo-" Aurora was cut off as a thunderous boom was heard and the ground shook. She could see flames licking the thorn wall, and as another catapult was released she fell to the ground.

"Godmother? What's happening?" Aurora asked, unaccustomed to the violence of previous years.

Maleficent looked up and a circling raven, and as he landed she flicked her wrist, transforming him into a man.

"Mistress, they have three catapults along the borders of the Moors." Diaval reported, nearly losing his balance as another thunderous sound was heard.

"Well Aurora, I do believe your father is here..."

Diaval glanced at Aurora, then back to Maleficent. His insides were twisting in a feeling he knew was worry, he didn't want to see either of them getting hurt.

"Diaval," Maleficent called him and he stepped to her side in a stride. "I want you to stay here with Aurora, keep her safe. And if you happen to hear, well, fighting going on, don't come out."

"Mistress? I won't abandon you-" He was cut off when Maleficent rose her hand, signalling him to be quiet.

"It is not up to you, I order you to stay away. Oh, don't fret, I'm sure we can keep everything, civil." Her silky voice drawled out, he bowed his head and she began to walk.

"Mistress, please be careful."

She turned around, a brief look of shock on her face before she covered it with her cold demeanour.

"I will try Diaval."

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The catapults were just as easily taken out as the first time they tried to attack her wall, and her barrier from the human world easily repaired and manipulated. Maleficent was not without quarrel though, for even though their main weapons were destroyed there still stood strong the few dozen soldiers and their king on horseback.

"Maleficent! I demand that you return my daughter to me!" Stefan shouted, drawing his iron sword. The few standing with him followed suit, preparing themselves for an attack.

"And why on Earth would you believe that I have your precious daughter?" Maleficent replied, an evil smirk on her features.

"Give her to me now, witch, or I'll have your head on a stake!" He cried, boldly moving his horse till the tip of his blade was at her throat.

"Please, your threats do nothing to me. Without your walls and your guards you are nothing."

"I didn't have any walls, or any guards when I took those pretty, pretty, wings of yours." He mocked, touching his sword to her neck. She flinched back, a grunt of pain escaping as a small burn marked the spot where he touched her.

In return Maleficent lifted him into the air, throwing him back to the guards. He stood, and his eyes darkened. He picked up his sword, marching towards her. Maleficent raised her hands in an effort to throw him again, but was struck with an iron-tipped arrow instead.

She cried out, holding her shoulder. Pulling the arrow from her shoulders she longed to have her wings, if only to fly away, or knock the guards from their saddles.

Stefan was before her in an instant, grabbing a hold of her waist and pulling her into his sword. He held a sword at her neck, and a dagger at her back, preventing any escape attempts. He held the blades against her skin, taking a satisfaction from her as she tried to escape from the painful burns.

Maleficent felt nothing but hate for the man before her, he was not the man she once loved, that man was gone forever. Looking into his eyes she could see that, there was no light, only darkness.

"Give my daughter back to me now, or I will have the increased pleasure of killing you."

Maleficent stayed silent, struggling against his slimy grasp. He drew his blades back to run through her before they both heard a frantic yell.

"No!" Aurora rushed away from the wall, as her Godmother hadn't grown back the path she used to face her father.

Stefan relaxed his grip, pushing Maleficent away from him. She fell to the ground from exhaustion and her wounds. Diaval was by her side in an instant glaring daggers at the King.

"Oh Aurora, thank goodness you've managed to escape. When I found you missing I knew that she had kidnapped you." Stefan embraced his daughter, but she stepped back.

"She didn't kidnap me, I wanted to go with her, I want to live with her in the Moors." At Aurora's words many of the King's guards turned to each other, giving their neighbors odd looks and whispering amongst themselves.

"You don't mean that, she's cursed you again!" Stefan cried, moving to pull his daughter away again but she stepped back and ran to Diaval.

Diaval stood up and pushed Aurora behind him, his protective instinct kicking in.

"I'll always hold a place for you in my heart Father, but I hold a larger one for Godmother, I mean Maleficent."

"You don't know what you're saying, she's evil. You must come home with me right now, we can cure you of this new curse."

"It is no curse!" Aurora cried, drawing herself to her full height. "I love her, and I want to be with her!"

"She's a witch! She cursed you as an infant, you won't be safe with her. I'm your father, I can take care of you, keep you from evil such as the likes of her." Stefan spat the last word, like it was poison in his mouth.

"She's more my family than you ever will be!" Aurora shouted in anger, kneeling beside Maleficent. "Godmother, are you alright?"

Disoriented, but conscious Maleficent squeezed her hand and nodded. She felt strong arms wrap around her legs and her chest, picking her up. Diaval braced her head against his chest.

Stefan still stood in a shocked silence, watching as his daughter of all things held the hand of his mortal enemy. They disappeared back into the Moors, and the thorns tangled back, the pathway disappearing.

He didn't know what to say, instead he mounted his horse and rode off without a word.

...

"Mistress?" Diaval whispered, laying down Maleficent along the stream.

"Godmother, please say something. I'm sorry he did that to you..." Aurora whispered, beginning to weep.

"I'm fine..." She groaned, sitting up with a grunt. "You two are okay?"

Diaval and Aurora breathed a sigh of relief, at the same time.

"We're fine Mistress, but I thought you said you would be careful..." Diaval joked, looking to Aurora who was giggling.

"Yes, well sometimes I think 'Diaval told me to be careful, so I'll go put myself in the worst situation possible.' and then I do it, just to annoy you." Maleficent jested back, smiling. She felt a strange flutter in her heart, but brushed it off as her heart pounding.

Aurora glanced between the both of them. Oh yes, they would most certainly need some prodding to admit their feelings for each other.

A.N: Aurora's character is a little more feisty in my story, only because I think her sweet side would also need a spiced counter-part but that's about as bad as her dark side would get.

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