A.N: Thanks so much for your amazing reviews you guys! You all are really helping me with my writing and inspiration. As promised, this chapter will have just a 'wee bit' of torment for Maleficent and Diaval, and of course, Aurora.

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Diaval had fallen asleep in his human form, and though it was enjoyable to find Maleficent snuggled and sleeping on his chest, he was stiff.

He was also reluctant to move, in fear of waking her up.

It was early, the morning mist still lingering in the air. The sun was only just peaking from under the mountains.

Turning his head, Diaval realized that Aurora wasn't in the nest. Panic surged through him as the most terrifying scenarios ran through his head.

Remembering his position, he gently lowered the faerie's head onto the nest's surface. She moaned, but didn't wake. Diaval gently placed a kiss on her forehead before sliding down the tree trunk.

"Aurora?" He whipped his head around, searching for any signs of the blonde. "Aurora where are you?"

He ran throughout the Moors, hoping to find the young girl before having to wake his mistress. A wallerbog approached him, frantically pointing to the border-wall.

Diaval thanked the creature before running towards the thorns. When he came closer he realized the thorns were uncoiling and moving, an enchantment Maleficent had placed upon them, should they ever be attacked.

"No!" He heard a girl's voice cry out, immediately recognizing it as Aurora's.

Diaval transformed himself into into a wolf, charging towards the voice.

Aurora was kicking and fighting as a guard tried to pull her away, and Diaval felt a sense of pride at seeing her fight back.

He made himself known, a dangerously low growl erupting from his throat, this is what parents did, they protected their fledglings.

The guard stopped trying to pull her away, looking up at the beast only a few feet away.

Diaval crouched down, baring his teeth at the guard. No fear was in Aurora's face, but relief. She knew that the wolf in front of her was her Godfather.

The guard threw down the young princess, and she cried out in pain as she hit the ground.

Animalistic rage brewed inside Diaval, and he lunged at the guard.

Howls of pain could be heard throughout the Moors.

After he was finished Diaval transomed back into a human, he gently knelt beside the still fallen beauty.

He picked her up, cradling her head as he had done to her godmother days earlier.

"He wanted to take me away." She whispered into his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Are you hurt?"

Aurora nodded, turning her head towards her arm.

"My arm really, really, hurts." She told him, as he set her down near a rock along the stream.

Diaval examined her arm, finding it smeared in blood and bruises.

He tore away a piece of his shirt, dipping it into the stream. Carefully, he dabbed away the blood until he could see the actual wound.

"Your Godmother will heal these soon, but for now I'm just going to clean it."

Aurora nodded, and watched as Diaval bandaged it.

"What were you doing by the border?" Diaval pressed, sitting on a rock next to Aurora.

"I woke up, and the wall was moving. I wanted to see what was happening, so I went to explore. I was just going to climb a tree, I don't know how I got over the border, I was just there."

Diaval nodded, mulling over the oddness of her situation.

"Shall I wake Mistress?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

"I am." Aurora insisted "It's only a little cut, Godmother went through so much more."

And suddenly the image of Aurora, with the same wounds as Maleficent had endured crossed his mind, and Diaval lost whatever food was in his stomach.

"Whoa, if the blood makes you queasy then I can change my dress. Godmother gave me a few dresses. They're beautiful."

"No, it's not that. I'm fine, you go up into bed again. I don't want to see you out until sunrise, tomorrow."

"Is that really necessary?" Argued Aurora, looking at him in disbelief.

"Yes Aurora, now go." Diaval said sternly.

Aurora, looking quite annoyed, stomped towards the tree. She crossed her arms and pouted, turning her body away from Diaval.

Diaval sighed a breath of relief, not at her anger, he had never experienced adolescent anger before, but at her safety.

He sat with his head in his knees, thinking of the past hour.

'I killed a man today' He thought, a pang of guilt surging through him. 'I killed a man, who may have had a wife, a child even.'

But then Diaval remembered his child, the one in their tree, who had a gash in her arm and was bruised up and down. The girl who had been attacked, that man had been attacking her. Diaval had only protected her.

When Diaval looked up again, he caught a glance of a maiden in the woods. She was watching him, a white dress flowing behind her. Her hair was let down, cascading down her back.

She turned, and began to walk back into the bulk of the forest. Diaval, feeling an overwhelming sense that he needed to follow her, stood.

"W-wait!" He stuttered, stumbling towards her.

The girl stopped, and turned towards him, a grin of pleasure filling her face. Diaval's breath was knocked away at her beauty, but she was not the most beautiful maiden Diaval had seen. That was his mistress.

His mistress. She had told Aurora to stay away from this place, so shouldn't he also stay away? He should go back, and make sure Aurora was well taken care of.

Turning, the girl in white began to run away from him. She was very elegant, her bare feet barely making a sound against the earth.

Diaval fought the urges but in the end, gave in and ran after her. Diaval stopped when he came to a lake, a lake a clear as crystal.

The girl was crouching beside the lake, and when he came into the clearing she looked up and smiled. Her fingers swirled in the water, causing delicate ripples.

"You've come." The girl said. Diaval almost stumbled backwards at her voice, for it had such a beauty to it, it threw him off balance.

"You expected me to?" Diaval replied, gulping nervously. Her voice was almost... singsong.

"But of course, I lead you here." She stood and began to walk towards him, her grin widening.

"What do I call you?" He asked, taking a small step backwards.

"I call myself Giselle."

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Malefient woke slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Godmother? Are you awake?"

"Hm?" She moaned and turned herself over to face Aurora. As soon as she noticed the blood on her dressmthe fog of sleep immediately lifted from her eyes as she scrambled up.

She cradled the girl's arm in her own, her eyes widened and horrified.

"Aurora's who's hurt you? What happened?"

Maleficent removed the makeshift bandage, which she thought looked a lot like a piece of Diaval's shirt.

"I was near the border, a guard caught me and tried to take me away."

Maleficent's eyes went cold, as an infuriating fire ignited within her. When she found whoever did this she would-

"But then Diaval came, he was a wolf. The guard threw me, and a rock tore my arm. Diaval, he, he killed him."

Oh. Diaval had protected her, and she had never wanted to kiss the man more. It was then she noticed his absence.

"Where is Diaval?" She wondered aloud, looking for him.

"He cleaned my wounds, and sent me off to stay in the tree." Maleficent smiled as Aurora scrunched her face in discontent. "I haven't seen him since."

Maleficent nodded, and took Aurora's arm, slowly healing it.

"He's probably just thinking, he has nearly no experience in killing, it gets to him. The last time he killed someone, it was... it was protecting me. He was nearly silent for most of the next week."

"I fought the guard, but I couldn't get him off, and then Diaval came. I didn't mean for any of it." Aurora cried, distress finally coming over her.

Maleficent pulled the girl towards her, soothing her down.

"Do you want to walk for a while?" Maleficent offered, forcing a smile.

Aurora snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Diaval sentenced me to a day in bed. Which is unfair to say the least... I think I'll just, go back to sleep."

Maleficent chuckled and nodded, running a brush through the blonde's hair before lowering herself from the tree. She'd changed her normal attire back to the light brown robes of her youth. Her hair was let down, reaching her waist in length.

The faerie wandered throughout the Moors, telling herself she wasn't looking for Diaval, but in reality that's what she was doing.

She saw him emerge from behind a nearby tree.

"There you are..." She said, smiling as she came towards him. "Aurora told me what happened. Are you alright?"

Diaval tipped his head up in recognition. There was no warmth in his eyes, and Maleficent almost did a double take.

"I know you don't like, taking a life."

Maleficent gently placed her hands on his shoulders, brushing away a wisp of hair over his eyes.

Still, Diaval showed no warmth, or love for that matter. Suddenly, Diaval grasped her waist, quite roughly, and pulled her into a kiss.

"Oh!" Maleficent pulled away from the kiss, and Diaval.

"What, you don't like my touch anymore?" Maleficent gave him a curious look, how odd it was for him to act like this.

"No, no, of course not. Just, that was a little rough..."

Diaval quirked an irritated eyebrow, staring into her green eyes.

"So sorry. I never meant to discontent you Mistress." He spat the words, like poison in his mouth.

"What's gotten into you?" Maleficent asked, equally upset.

"Nothing, nothing's gotten into me. Just that today not only did I turn myself into a wolf, I did it to protect that little blonde twit who was stupid enough to wander over the border."

"Hey! You don't get to talk of Aurora like that! You love her!" She cried, staring in disbelief at him.

"Right, of course. Your wish is my command Mistress."

"Alright, that's enough! I know you're upset, but you have no right to talk to anyone like this! So you should go, go and cool down and when you're ready to act like a man, come back!"

The faerie didn't see it coming. Diaval raised his hand to her, and in one fluid motion struck the side of her face.

Maleficent cried out, and she hit the ground hard. Her hair was around her face, and a few tears escaped her eyes. A bruise was forming she knew, but a moment later it was gone. It didn't make it hurt any less.

Diaval transformed into his natural form, and flew away from the fallen fae.

Maleficent stayed on the ground for a while, before standing and wiping away her fallen tears. She watched the shape of the raven as it flew away, no anger in her eyes only heartbreak and hurt.

"Godmother!" Aurora burst from the trees. "My father's men are throwing fire at the wall. The enchantment is wearing off, they need your help reactivating it."

With one more sorrowful look towards her raven, Maleficent forced a grin and nodded, following her Beastie towards the wall.

A.N: *Hides* Sorry... I couldn't resist.

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