A.N: Sorry, I've had such a hard time thinking of a plot to this chapter and just major writers' block. I don't want to post anything that I'm not sure about, because I'm writing for myself but more importantly you! So, in conclusion I hope this doesn't suck.

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

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Diaval regained consciousness hours after he collapsed. Ribbons of darkness swirled throughout the sky. His memory was foggy, but it slowly came back to him. When it did, he fell from his perch spot.

His form was that God had given him, and in one fluid motion he swooped and was soaring again. He landed and changed to his human form. It had been easier to find his mistress before, when the guards were few.

Immediately a guard came towards him, his sword drawn and readied. Diaval dodged the blow, and elbowed him in the nose. The guard's heavy armour disadvantaged him against Diaval's speed.

He grabbed the guard and shoved him to the ground. The guard's heavy armour disadvantaged him against Diaval's speed. Diaval has little training with the sword, his mistress had always relied on his other forms.

Everything was in fast motion, no time to think or stop. He admitted to himself, he was alright at hand to hand combat in this form. It was natural for him, rolling and dodging the guard's blows.

Diaval, unarmed and swift, was able to get the sword away from the guard. He held it surely, the blade pointing at the guard's face.

The guard stayed on the floor, after Diaval had disarmed him and flipped him over his back.

"Where's Maleficent?" He growled, his hands beginning to shake. "Where is she?!"

The guard smirked, still looking threatening from his kneeling position on the ground.

"She's being taken care of." He sneered, before feeling the hilt of the sword connect with his temple.

Diaval calmed his breathing, taking hold of the sword properly again. He could hear another horde or guards coming, but he let them come. He prepared himself, holding the sword as he thought he should.

A group of ten men surrounded him, and he longed to change himself. They charged, and he counterattacked. His aim was to avoid killing the guards, yet he knew he would do it if he had to.

He was able to hold his own, exhausting himself in the process. The last man standing was the strongest, and could sense his weaknesses.

"You took longer this time." He told Diaval, blocking his sword. "You escaped with her within hours last time."

"Hold your tongue."

"But I enjoy goading you so much more." He swung at Diaval, but Diaval was able to block it with his sword.

"Have you no guilt over this? She still feels pain, your king tortures her."

"I've heard the story, which is why I feel no guilt." He stopped, a dark smirk crossing his features. "She's screamed, Demon, called out your name. We could hear it from the next wing of the castle."

Diaval swallowed, and kicked his foot outwards, sending the guard stumbling backwards.

"You're skilled, yet undertrained. That's a dangerous combination."

Then Diaval no longer saw what was in front of him.

He looked around, it was the Moors in the Spring. Many, many, years ago, when Aurora was just a babe. Maleficent stood in front of him, elegant as ever.

"Diaval must you argue you everything I request?" Her voice was light and a shadow of a smile crossed her lips.

"Never Mistress, I gave my word. Anything you need, but this is not something you need."

"You need to be trained Diaval"

"Which is not something you need."

"Nevertheless, you are getting trained today. No objections!" Diaval closed his mouth, rolling his eyes behind her back.

"Do you know how to fight with a sword, or even with your hands Mistress?"

"Have you no trust? I've never properly been trained, but I know how to fight. Or at least hold your own. When I'm close enough, outstretch your arms and press against my stomach firmly."

"Wait, I'm not practicing on you Mistress."

"Just do it."

So he complied, awkwardly, for he knew of his mistress' untrust of the touch of a man.

As soon as her stomach connected with his hands she felt the wind knocked out of her. She stumbled backwards nearly falling until Diaval grabbed her arms again.

"I'm so sorry Mistress." He apologized quickly.

"You're strong, that's good. Now reflexes." She pulled away from his grasp, avoiding his eyes.

She swung her open palmed hand towards his face, which he caught.

"Were you about to slap me?" He asked playfully, smiling down at her.

"Never." The shadow of a smile returned to her lips. Her leg shot up, which he also caught. "Good. Your reflexes are good."

He nodded, and released her.

"Perhaps I should spend my time doing something that benefits you, like get your lunch."

"You're skilled, but untrained. Dangerous combination indeed, so we're going to keep going." Her leg swung around and she buckled his knees, flipping him into his back.

He couldn't help to playfully glare at her as she layed down next to him.

"I trust you though." She smiled, the smile he barely knew of, and layed flat against her back, with him.

That's when he knew, he was going to fall in love with her.

The memory, or flashback, he wasn't sure anymore, ended.

He looked up at the guard, and withdrew his sword. He looked confused, until Diaval punched him in his face.

"Your reflexes are terrible." Diaval mumbled, before grabbing the sword again and running.

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Maleficent groaned, unable to move away. He'd given her more Moonroot, and now she couldn't speak, she couldn't defend herself and she resented Stefan. More so now, after he had whispered terrible things into her ear. Intimately destroying her, he had said. Before carving her arm.

"You'll submit to me willingly Maleficent, even if you deny it now you'll submit. Just give me the word."

He stopped, as a guard entered the room. Stefan and the guard conversed, leaving Maleficent a few moments peace.

"Darling, we are finished for today." He told her, moving her hair to lay by her side. "Put on a good show when the time comes."

She was confused, but remained silent. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep. A prayer, which was answered in a moments time.

She awoke to a soft shaking, causing her head to hurt. "S-stop shaking me." She mumbled.

"Mistress, you're okay. I'm here, we have to go."

Maleficent opened her eyes, staring at the worried ones above her. Her hands were unbound, as were her legs. 'Put on a good show when the time comes.'

"No, no, no, no, no, no, you have to leave." She cried, suddenly wide awake. "You have to leave." She repeated.

"What? No, are you hurt? I can carry you."

His arms went under her legs and back, but as he went to lift her she pushed him away.

"No, you have to go. Aurora, she, she can't-" Lose both of us.

"Mistress, it's okay. There are no guards around, let me help you."

Diaval's arm came back sticky with blood when he withdrew it, and he finally realized he was standing in her blood. It had dripped down from her arm, slowly accumulating into a puddle. It horrified him.

"Open the window, change into a raven, and fly home." Maleficent now spoke slowly, trying to stand from the bed. Her legs were not as weak as before, but she still required to lean onto Diaval. Diaval wondered if the blood against her bare feet bothered her.

Her arm went to his chest, as she wept silent tears.

"Please Diaval, please. Leave me."

"I could never do that, you know this. You're my lifeline, my heart is beating solely because you wish it so, my soul would have been gone without knowing love years ago had it not been for you."

"Can't you see? I wish your heart to beat, that why you have to do this. For me, escape."

"I don't understand, why can't I escape with you?"

"Because he won't let you, he's-" Her panic was interrupted by a slow clapping sounding from the corner, made dark with the night.

"When I said put on a good show, I did not expect you to comply. But what a show that was, and how entertaining. I would of let him go Maleficent, if he listened to you. He didn't however, and I have many angry guards awaiting his capture."

She looked at Diaval questioningly, still relying on him to keep her upright. His hold on her tensed as Stefan emerged.

"He injured many, humiliated them, they don't take kindly to humiliation. And, the dungeons have many toys that have just been waiting to be used..."

"No!" Maleficent cried out, her stare intensifying. "You won't touch him."

"That's rich, coming from the one standing in her own blood. How helpless you become so quickly Maleficent, yet you pretend to be strong. Everything I said is true, and it will become true. Every. Single. Detail."

Her breath was quickening, her heart racing, as images began to flash through her mind. Diaval was pushing her behind him, putting himself inbetween her and Stefan. Still barely able to stand, she leaned against the bedpost instead.

Stefan took a threatening step forward, causing Diaval to tense and reach for the sword he had let fall during his mistress' awakening. Stefan was barely looking at him, he was glaring at Maleficent.

"You think you can defeat me with a sword? You'll be dead by the time we're finished." Stefan sneered. "And your lover will have the privilege of watching."

Diaval looked behind him, Maleficent gave him a pleading look. He could tell from only her eyes, she said 'Change. Please, change from this and escape.' But he wouldn't do that.

So, instead he raised his sword and took his stance.

Stefan cocked an eyebrow, but drew his sword as well. Diaval was the first to swing, but it was easily blocked. Maleficent watched wide-eyed as Stefan seemed to gain on Diaval. Two more guards entered the room unnoticed, but with a flick of his wrist Stefan prevented them from intervening.

Diaval kicked Stefan back, and sliced his arm. The king hissed, and angrily swung at his opponent. The attack was easily blocked and gave Diaval an opprotunity to disarm Stefan.

Maleficent saw his gaining advantages, letting a small sigh of relief. Short lived it was, as she felt the two bodies of the guards press against her from behind. She spun around, and felt the guard's arm wrap around her waist. He spun her so she was facing away from them, as the other pulled her hair back. A blade was placed against the top of her breast.

Maleficent's cry of pain instantly stopped Diaval's efforts, and he let Stefan disarm him as he spun to face the sound.

He was frozen watching as she tried to squirm away from their slimy grasps, the blade was burning her. As soon as Stefan nodded towards them, they thrust her to the ground like she was nothing.

Diaval kneeled beside her, brushing away the hair from her face. She lifted herself and looked at him. The faerie smiled, a reassuring smile, which angered Stefan.

"Separate them."

Maleficent grasped onto Diaval's hand desperately, though it was still sticky with blood.

Diaval tried to hold onto her hand no matter what, for in those few moments they were connected again. The man cried out as she was ripped from his grasp, and he felt empty again.

She wasn't even trying to fight back. Not until Stefan began to advance on Diaval.

"No! Stefan, stop!" She was being help back by the guards, who were also her main support, and her eyes met the king's defiantly. "I'll submit! I'll submit, just leave him alone."

Both men in question froze.

"You've broken so fast Darling?" Stefan moved away from her lover, and the guards stepped away from her.

Stefan approached Maleficent, who now stared up at him.

"I'll do... whatever you want." She choked, keeping her eyes away from Diaval. "Leave him be."

"Hush now, we can talk later." Stefan bent down next to her, lifting her by her arm. He began to kiss her neck roughly, unceasing even when she drew a sharp breath. He slowly was dragging her towards the bed.

"Stefan..." Diaval growled, lunging forward. "Leave her be, and fight me. Is that really what you want to be known as? The coward King who took advantage of a weakened maiden?"

"No but this," he threw Maleficent in front of him, "is no maiden. She's a demon shaped as a maiden. With evil in her heart and soul she is not truly pure to begin with. Or perhaps, you've already taken her? Is that it?"

Maleficent whimpered unwillingly, before noticing Stefan's dagger on the floor before her. She slowly reached out and grabbed it, tucking it into her dresses. Diaval also noticed, and prayed the guards wouldn't.

Holding his tongue he relaxed in their grips, watching in agony as Stefan lifted Maleficent back onto the bed.

Maleficent didnt struggle, she wouldn't look at Diaval though. Stefan stroked her cheek as he slowly climbed atop of her. She curled her arms around his neck, weeping softly. Stefan sucked in a deep breath, and as he exhaled against her neck she stabbed his back.

He cried out in pain, and Maleficent took the opportunity and pushed him off and away from herself.

The guards drew their swords, momentarily forgetting of Diaval. Maleficent sprung away and off the other side of the bed, putting as much space as possible away from her and the guards.

Diaval transformed into a wolf, pouncing on the guards from behind. One died instantly, the other too startled to fight.

Diaval effortlessly threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. The wolf became a man again, and the man went to the fae in her aid.

"Mistress, let us go. Can you walk?"

"I'm not totally useless yet Diaval."

"You'll never be useless Mistress. Shall we go?"

"Take me to my wings."

"What?"

"Please Diaval, I'll never get to see them again."

"Alright, but we must hurry."

From the ground Stefan moaned, his heart still beating.

"You deserve death, but my servant nor I will kill you. Not on this day." Maleficent hissed, taking Diaval's hand and running with him.

Hand in hand they weaved through the corridors, and up a set of stone stairs. They were careful of the guards though there was quite literally a trail of blood.

"I think we'll be safe here, for a moment's time at least. Let me tend to your injuries." Words fallen on deaf ears, as Maleficent became entranced with the sight before her.

Her whole chest tightened, staring at the brown feathers that were once her's to stroke, to fly with.

"Eighteen years Diaval. Eighteen years I have only been able to see them in my mind's eye. Try to remember how the felt. I wish-" She stopped herself, making her head turn to face him. "Nevermind what I wish, I've learned to live without them."

"Mistress, a man could learn to live without eyes, it does not mean he no longer has the desire to see."

Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled at him and nodded. Slowly she approached the case, outstretching her hand to touch the cool of the glass.

As soon as her fingertips made contact with the glass, a surge of power burst outwards, filling her chest with something other than air.

And it felt very, very, good.

Her wings were alive themselves, desperately trying to escape their case. Maleficent, shocked into silence, hastily backed away.

"Diaval, is this reality?" She whispered, gazing at him slowly.

"I believe so Mistress." He replied, stepping towards the glass slowly. He took a chair and broke it, using its leg as bat. He smashed apart the case, and from it emerged the wings, her wings.

Both could hear the sounds of guards approaching, but they took no attention.

Maleficent stared in wonder, wary to touch them, but longing to at the same time. The wings knew their place, and flew towards her. Swifter than she could see.

The guards were approaching fast, Diaval knew any moment they would throw open the door. He heard them, but he wasn't ready for when they really did invade the room.

A blinding light came upon them, and when it cleared no one could believe their eyes.

Maleficent and Diaval were the first two to snap away from their stupors, followed swiftly by the guards.

Diaval knew what she would do before she had even done it, and without question he changed into a raven. His mistress smiled at him, her eyes lighting in a way he had not yet seen, she dove through the window.

Diaval followed, soaring and twirling through the sky. Even the guards knew not to disturb this moment.

The moment a faerie got her wings back. The moment a faerie became whole again.

A.N: There you beauties go. I've completely mid-terms, which should give me more time to write. Fanfiction, obviously won't be my main priority but it's up there now.

I'm thinking, about three more chapters and then this story will be completed. Exciting right? Of course, a sequel may or may not be written, depending on the reaction to this story.

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