Author's Note: This, sadly, is the second to last chapter of this story. I hope it's enjoyable and I thank you all for reviewing the previous chapter. Reviews are always appreciated. :)

The Wedding Day

Maleficent gazed at herself in the lake's reflection. The water was clear enough for her to see herself and she enjoyed who she saw looking back at her. Today was a very special day and one that she would forever cherish throughout the rest of her existence. This was the day that she and Diaval finally got married. They would live out the rest of their days as husband and wife, going toward a bright and beautiful future. Maleficent was thrilled at the thought, but also very terrified.

Feeling increasingly jittery and uneasy, the winged woman removed her gaze from the water, not needing to view herself anymore. She appeared perfect. That was what she thought anyway. The beautiful faerie was dressed in a simple white gown that clung to her body like a second layer of skin. The dress left her shoulders bare and exposed her arms. There was also a slit up the left side of the dress that went all the way up to her hip, showing some of her leg. Her hair had been combed thoroughly and she saw no need for footwear.

"Maleficent!" Aurora's voice touched her ears and she whirled around to see her little beastie skipping toward her, a large smile stuck on her face. "Maleficent, this is such a happy day! I am so thrilled for you! So very happy!"

Maleficent released a sigh and fought to keep the smile from forming on her lips. She caught the sweet girl in her arms and hugged her close to her, gently brushing her hair in a very fond manner. "I know, beastie, I know."

"You look so wonderful today, Maleficent, so beautiful," Aurora informed the older woman, pulling out of her embrace to study her better. "I love the dress I made for you, I hope you love it as well."

"I do, beastie," Maleficent responded with a nod of her head, feeling her uneasiness increase tenfold. Her limbs were shaky and her heart hammered against her chest at an abnormal rate. "It is lovely."

Aurora's smile got bigger. "I am glad! Oh, you should have seen Diaval. He looks so handsome today! The both of you will complement each other well!"

"Oh?" the winged female spoke, raising an eyebrow and trying to mask her increasing fear. The girl's wild happiness brought back memories to when Aurora and Phillip had married. That was two years ago, but still. Aurora had been that joyous.

"Oh, indeed," Aurora commented, taking Maleficent's hand in her own, grinning with uncontrollable glee. "Come on. Everyone is waiting. Oh, your hand is shaking. Are you alright, Maleficent?" The girl was now giving her a concerned expression.

Maleficent instantly shook her head and put on a brave smile, trying desperately to conceal her fright. What in the world was the matter with her? Why was she so afraid of marrying Diaval? No, no. She wasn't afraid of marrying him. That couldn't be right. She was afraid of the actual marriage itself. Maleficent never dreamed that she would be getting married. The thought never touched her mind. It felt like a dream. Was this actually happening to her? Was she about to get married to Diaval, to the one she loved most?

Yes. Yes, she was.

That brought on a new wave of terror and she wondered how she would feel once all eyes were on her as she walked to Diaval. There was no one to give her away, she did not need anyone to give her away. Diaval, however, picked Phillip to be his best man, which surprised Maleficent greatly. Phillip was more than happy to oblige.

Wait, why was she thinking about this all of a sudden? Had she lost control of her mind already due to her absurd fear? Maleficent breathed out a sigh, her heartbeat getting wilder with each passing second. For some reason she started to feel lightheaded. Why in the world was she making this into such a big deal?

"Because it is a big deal…" she murmured to herself, trying to keep focused.

"What?" Aurora was staring at Maleficent with worried eyes, her concern growing for her. "Maleficent?"

Maleficent shook her head again. "I am fine," she told her, gently patting the girl's hand that was clasped in her own. "Let us go. We cannot keep everyone waiting."

Aurora's concern vaporized right then and there and she nodded, pulling Maleficent along to where the wedding was supposed to take place.

When they reached their destination, Maleficent's lightheadedness intensified horribly. Her limbs felt numb and her bottom lip trembled. Her heart was now pounding against her chest like it wanted to escape from within her body. The faerie would have fallen to the ground if Aurora wasn't there holding her hand.

There was a very tall tree ahead of her, decorated with flowers and other little trinkets. Diaval stood beneath the tree with Knotgrass, Flittle, and Thistlewit fluttering beside him. On his other side, Phillip stood there, a massive grin decorating his features. Surrounding the area were various creatures of the Moors. All of them had come to witness the marriage of Maleficent and Diaval.

Diaval. He appeared so handsome to Maleficent. There wasn't a trace of fright on his handsome face. All she saw was pure joy and excitement. He was dressed in dark clothes, his hair slicked back. His eyes were bright with love for her and he seemed to be appreciating her appearance on this day.

Maleficent was given a few flowers and she held them with both hands as Aurora told her to go on. The winged female tried not to let the other eyes that were on her distract her. She fought furiously to calm her rapidly beating heart. Why was she so scared right now? It didn't make any sense!

When the ravishing faerie reached Diaval, she stood in front of him, actually shocked that she managed to walk all the way to him without collapsing from her crazy fright. Maleficent began to feel ashamed because she was so frightened, but all of that fear and shame withered away into nothingness when Diaval moved closer to her, his smile never leaving his face.

Maleficent stared into the raven's eyes as Knotgrass, Thistlewit, and Flittle began acting out as the priest, reciting the priest's lines and whatnot. The three of them bickered a little bit, but they eventually got through it.

"And now, Maleficent," Thistlewit spoke with a giggle. "Do you take Diaval to be your wonderful husband?"

"I do," Maleficent said without hesitation.

"And do you, Diaval, take Maleficent to be your lovely wife?" Knotgrass questioned the raven, looking at him with a grin spreading across her face.

"I do," replied Diaval without any reluctance.

"Then kiss her!" Flittle demanded.

Thistlewit and Knotgrass gave her a look, which Flittle ignored completely.

Diaval didn't waste any time. He gathered the faerie into his arms and held her as close to him as possible, his lips finding hers with absolute ease. Maleficent returned his kiss with infinite love, her arms going around his neck.

The applauding came, but the two of them paid no attention to them.

They only had attention for each other.