Third's Person POV

One particular Dark Fey stood out from the rest.

Having the darkest wings and the palest of complexions...Maleficnet was truly a sight to behold.

Not only as the Phoenix but as a "Queen" and even a "Leader" to the Dark Fey.

She was given such high respect from her kind...such generosity...and from one individual, in particular...she was given love.

The one who's been by Maleficent's side for more days than she could count.

Her Raven. Her pretty bird. Her Diaval.

Her world.

And she was to have no one...absolutely no one else.

And no one was going to steal such a jewel away from her.

No one was to steal what was left of her heart, neither could they take away her last hope in life...because if anyone so much as breathed a word against her Raven...

They wouldn't see to live another day.

And as she thought those thoughts, as she peered into the eyes of her dear Love.

She could not help but be happy.

Tears formed in the rims of her eyes, spilling like rain.

She immediately tried to wipe them away but her Raven had stopped her as he took ahold of her arms.

He stayed gentle with her as he began to hold her, as if he wished to never let go.

"It's alright to cry. You don't always have to put up a wall with me."

Her dark wings lessened and relaxed beside her as she slowly gave in.

And she didn't say a word.

She wasn't afraid but rather...she was speechless.

She was moved in such a way that even she could not form the exact words to express the immense feeling inside her very heart.

But before they could have another word between each other, their moment was cut short by an abrupt sound that came right outside their nest.

Diaval decided he'd see what the commotion was.

But just in case, Maleficent had gone with him with her hand enlaced in his.

She wished for not even a moment of parting with him.

He meant too much to her.

And when they laid eyes on the source that had abruptly seized their moment together...it was Borra.

"Come to apologize?" Maleficent spoke.

She did not wish to leave room for any kindness toward him.

After what he had attempted to pull against her Raven was unforgivable.

She was never going to be kind to him.

And as she pulled back with Diaval at her side, Diaval stopped her.

He gave her such a warm look, she couldn't help but listen to him.

"It's alright Mistress. He won't hurt me, I assure you."

She knew he was right. If anything, Borra would be the one close to death if he tried anything, not Diaval.

Not again and not ever.

So for a brief moment, Maleficent let Diaval's hand go as he approached Borra kindly.

"What is it you came for Borra? Maleficent has already made up her mind."

"As much as I hate you I didn't come on my own accord. I was sent to give an apology that  I'm not giv-"

Borra, without Diaval noticing, had looked straight into Maleficent's eyes.

And what he felt, for the first time in his whole life, was fear.

Not tremendously, but enough to make him correct his words.

"I mean..."

But he stood his ground.

He did not wish to correct his words.

"What I came to tell Maleficent..."

As much as Maleficent turned him down he loved her...no matter what she thought his feelings were merely based on.

The first time he had laid eyes on her...he had an overwhelming sensation to protect her with his life.

And he knew it was more than just a feeling and nothing close to an illusion.

And to know not even she wished to be his was devastating enough for him.

No one knew...but he had grown a soft spot for her...and that Raven had taken what happiness he could have had away from him.

Borra had no chance against such a creature as Diaval was.

He had taken her heart long before Borra could even say his confession to her.

He had lost the moment they had figured each-other's hearts out.

They were fully and finally committed to one another.

He knew this because he had taken notice.

Seeing their hands linked together drove a arrow to his heart.

But like always, he never showed it. In fact, he acted ignorant to the fact that they were holding hands.

So to keep his heart strong...he built walls of pride...similar to what another certain someone had done for years on end.

And that was something Borra would probably never get the chance to learn about Maleficent.

Not that he knew that.

And as Borra attempted his best at acting as if his heart didn't just get stabbed mentally... he grimaced in hatred instead.

A hate he had specifically for himself for being so pathetic.

It was his fault for not knowing how to love.

All his life he wished and strived his best to protect his kind.

The reason he became one of the strongest warriors was because he wished to do what he could for those he cared for.

Unfortunately, in doing so he had forgotten all about having someone to love by his side and when he realized who that someone could have been...he had no chance.

If it wasn't for him not knowing how to woo her...he could have had an opportunity...

But then again, did he ever even have a chance to begin with?

He knew better, much more than he let on.

He had no chance with her.

In fact, he had more of a chance to be caught dead by her hand then be the one holding it.

"Maleficent I..."

But even if it killed him...he was going to confess right.

This time with out violence.

At least, he was to try.

Borra's POV

I became nervous.

To confess without violence was, to a very great extent, nerve wrecking.

I may have bested in combat against my rival but he had truly bested me at this.

I may not have witnessed it but I already knew, something in me knew that his confession had already been said to her.

But I was still going through with this...I had to.

Or else I would suffer.

As I finally spoke again I bent my knee.

"You may think my feelings for you are just an illusion...but I swear to you they are not. And even for me, they are more than I could bare. So to ease this pain that I'm in...please give me your full answer to why you do not see me in the same way that I see you...all I ever wanted was to protect you. Could I at least do that much?..."

When I heard no reply I looked up.

She stood glaring down at me with folded arms as if she was waiting for me to look up.

"Stand up." She spoke cold toward me but I could not blame her.

She had turned Diaval into a raven.

"I'll turn you back, I just don't want you interrupting." She spoke softly to that bird, and in an instant...I wished I was that bird instead of this pathetic place I was in.

"First, you attempt to beat my Love to death. Then, you slandered both the name of my Raven as well as mine. And then you're here...thinking I'd forgive you when you haven't even apologized."

"I didn't say I was apologizing."

"And that's exactly why I despise you. You only think of yourself. He's just as much as alive as you are. And to wish him dead in which would only benefit you, it's beyond barbaric."

I began to feel hostility come from her as I lowered my head again.

"I did not come here to fight anyone. Neither do I wish for you to forgive me. I only ask that you give me the reason to why you would have nothing to do with me. Why you'd pick him over me...I need to know."

"To why you wish to know, I could care less."

Just like that my heart had began to shatter.

She had nothing to do with me. She flat out hated me.

I bowed again.

"I beg you."

At this point I was so much out of my usual self I had almost wished to end my life.

I was putting all my pride down.

"It's none of your business. Now leave."

"Don't you see what I'm sacrificing?" I became angry.

I had it...this hurt me way more than I had thought and just wasn't giving me any leeway to giving an answer.

"I don't care Borra. My love belongs to Diaval and that's all there is to it."

"I need to know why it couldn't be me..." I spoke through clenched teeth at this point.

"You will never have a place in my heart. And it's beyond you to change that. That is all I wish to say about the matter. Now drop it and leave."

"I-"

"Now!"

Green magic started to swirl in her eyes as her hands let a green glow out.

She began to warn me but I did not wish to listen.

"Don't try anything." She spoke before I could make a step toward her.

She turned Diaval into a man again as if by accident or out of some sort of reflex.

"She said leave more than twice. I'd advise you leave."

"You...I hate you most of all." I clenched my fists as I landed the hardest hit to his face.

I promised myself not to get angry but all this rejection and hurting my heart was going through in the last five minutes was too overwhelming.

Knowing what I had just done I had prepared myself for the worst.

"I told you not to touch him before."

Once I had heard her last words to me...I knew my life was to end the next moment.

Miraculously enough, something had come in between Maleficent and I instead.

And I became livid.