Due to Popular demand, as well as the inspiration for this anyway, here we are:

The Epilogue

A quick thing before you read it though; It's sad.

You have been warned.

Epilogue

Maleficent was leaning against the a tree, the bark and roots cradling her. Aurora had fallen asleep leaning against her, and now one of Maleficent's wings was wrapped around her, protecting her without a cause. Maleficent herself was still awake, she was staring at the water fairies who continued to dance over the water. She knew Diaval was nearby, he always was. Aurora mumbled her prince's name as she shuffled closer to Maleficent and Maleficent smiled at her golden head.

The months had passed slowly, ever since Aurora was named Queen of both worlds. It had taken a toll on her of late, few humans wanted peace with those of the Moors. But Aurora would spend days in the human world traveling around, meeting the people she didn't know yet, and changing their minds about the Moor folk. It drained her, but even Maleficent could see the difference.

She was still smiling peacefully when her stomach clenched painfully. She froze, her hand immediately shooting to her engorged stomach. She felt a spirited kick. She relaxed slightly until a few minutes later another clench, and all of a sudden liquid was seeping down her legs. Worried she immediately lifted her dress and was relieved to find that it was not blood.

Aurora had been woken by her movements and she sat up, stretched, than noticed that Maleficent seemed distressed. "What's wrong Fairy Godmother?"

Maleficent shot a smile at Aurora to try to reassure her, but then that clench came again and the smile was wiped from her face. Suddenly, Maleficent realized what was happening. A smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on her face as she turned to Aurora. "The baby is coming."

Aurora froze for a moment but then grinned brightly. "Really?"

Maleficent chuckled a little around the pain and nodded her head solemnly. "Really."

"Well... what should I do?"

Diaval was suddenly standing before them, his face was very serious but Maleficent could see the happiness trying to jump out of his eyes. "We need to get her to human healers."

"Human?" Aurora and Maleficent spoke at the same time.

Diaval nodded his head once. "Yes human. None of the fairies are large enough to help with the birth, and Aurora and I aren't trained to make this happen. Human healers." He insisted.

Maleficent wanted to put up a fight, but she glanced at Aurora and saw the dawning of an idea. Maleficent figured out what she was thinking soon enough, if humans helped birth the Queen's Fairy Godmother's child, word would spread through the land fast. The fact that the fairy who had given them so much trouble in the past would let the humans handle her in her most vulnerable would break a lot of barriers that Aurora now faced. Maleficent wanted to protest, but she couldn't. She nodded her head.

Suddenly light appeared from her left; looking over, she saw a pool of water in a tangle of tree roots. "The Eternal Beings greet you Maleficent, and you Diaval, and you Queen Aurora."

"We greet you as well." Maleficent bit out against the pain. "How may we help you?"

"Our last agreement was about Mother's blood..."

"Ah yes."

"We have heard your plans to go to the humans for this. The humans will not honor our bargain, they will taint and destroy the Mother's blood. If this happens we will take the child."

All three of them froze, staring at the pool in similar amounts of horror. Diaval cleared his throat. "I had thought of this. I have some human healers who will be willing to help her with a water birth. If we use warmed spring water for the birth, can we give you the diluted Mother's blood."

There was a pause, and a long forgotten anticipation filled both Diaval and Maleficent, though for Aurora it was new. Aurora was confused, she didn't know what they were talking about or to whom. But she knew it was not her place to speak. Then the pool spoke. "It is acceptable only if you bring the diluted Mother's blood to this tree where the water was broke, and pour it around its roots."

"Will it not hurt the tree?" Aurora spoke without thought. The moment she finished speaking both her hands shot to her mouth and she looked horrified. Maleficent took her hand to calm her and Aurora relaxed slightly.

"Queen Aurora, we have heard much of you, and we thank you for your concern for a tree of the Moors. The tree will live, it will thrive, in fact, with the Mother's blood in its veins. It will create a safe haven to all, human and Moor. It will stand as a testament to the binding of the two worlds, and will live for a thousand years." There was a pause. "Is this acceptable Queen Aurora?"

"That is acceptable."

"Very good. We will be waiting at the tree for the day you return."

Diaval found Maleficent in the tree. The tree had wrapped itself protectively around the dozing woman, cradling her so that neither she, nor the bundle in her arms would fall. He transformed into a crow and flew to the branches where they were and lay himself down on the other side of the bundle.

Inside the bundle lay a sleeping baby girl. She had two tiny horns peaking from her black hair. Diaval smiled lovingly at his daughter, and loved how much like her mother she looked. But he took pride in her wings. Much like her mother's, two wings rested against her back, but they were not the brown of Maleficent's wings. No, they were crow black. Proof that it was his daughter as well. Not that he needed the proof, but it filled him with joy none-the-less. He spread a wing and lay it across his daughter's body. Maleficent's wing suddenly covered him. Glancing up he saw a glowing Maleficent looking at him and their daughter. Her family. Surrounded by warmth and love, the little girl opened her eyes for a moment, and the purple orbs took in her parents. Sighing contentedly, Eolande snuggled deeper into her mother's side, feeling her father follow suit and fell back asleep.

Eolande was flying around where her father was laying in the sun in his man form. "Where is Mama, Papa?"

Diaval opened his eyes and smiled at his daughter. She was a natural in flight, just like she should be, but she had asked him a question, "Your Mother has gone to help your Aunt Aurora."

"What wrong with Aunt 'rora?" Eolande landed next to her father a little roughly, and Diaval chuckled. He scooped his three-year old daughter to his side and began tickling her. "Papa!" She squealed trying to escape but unable.

Finally Diaval let go. Eolande jumped up and began to fly again. She only hovered a few feet from the ground, knowing that she wasn't allowed to go any further without her mother flying with her. She knew her father couldn't catch her if she fell because he turned into a crow. Diaval closed his eyes with a smile. "Your Aunt Aurora is having a baby."

Eolande landed on her father's chest with a thump and a grunt came from him. Opening his eyes, he found Eolande's purple eyes wide. "A baby?"

"A baby." He affirmed and was amused when a grin lit across her face.

She flapped her wings and began to fly in quick circles singing. "A baby, a baby, Aunt 'rora's getting a baby." Diaval was amused but then noticed she was flying closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Eolande..." but she wasn't listening. Sitting up he tried again a little firmer. "Eolande!" This shocked her and her wings stopped beating, right as she was over the edge of the cliff. Jumping up, he ran the few feet. He grabbed her around the waist and flung her safely onto the ledge and fell off the cliff himself. He heard a scream of "Papa!" before he transformed and flew back to the ledge. Once he was a man again, he scooped up his daughter and held her close to his chest. After his heart stopped trying to climb out of his chest he set his daughter down. "Let's go wait for your Mother at the Mother."

"K." Eolande grabbed her father's hand as they began to walk. "Papa?"

"Yes Eolande?"

"Why that tree called Moder?"

Diaval smiled down at his daughter. "Because it protects everyone, just like your Mother."

"Just like Mama." She nodded her head.

"Mama?" Maleficent looked up shocked, her 18-year-old daughter hadn't called her Mama since she was 10. But Eolande didn't' seemed to care about that as she crawled into Maleficent's lap.

Wrapping her arms and wings around her daughter she pulled her close. "What is wrong my dear Eolande?"

"Will Aunt Aurora take Damir away?"

Maleficent quickly thought about the plans that Aurora had for her son. But she could think of nothing that could separate her daughter and Damir. The two of them were close friends, and if Maleficent was wrong, were slowly becoming more than friends for each other. "Why do you ask?"

"Because Damir and I were playing..." Maleficent raised an eyebrow at her daughter, and felt smug when a blush swept over her features. "... when we heard Aunt Aurora talking to someone about Damir getting married."

Damir getting married? Aurora hadn't told her anything about that. She would need to speak to Aurora, if that was true, she needed to protect her daughter from the inevitable heartbreak. "Dear..." Maleficent pulled her daughter close. "Damir is going to have to get married some day. He's the Prince."

"And I'm just a fairy..."

Maleficent grabbed her daughter's chin and looked at the purple eyes. "No. You are not just a fairy. You are Eolande, Daughter of Maleficent and Diaval. You are one of the most beautiful beings in the Moors, and can outshine the humans. You are strong, graceful, and one-of-a-kind. Anyone who dares call you 'just a fairy' will have to speak to me."

Eolande smiled tearfully at Maleficent. "Oh Mother." Eolande buried her tears into Maleficent's shoulder and Maleficent held her daughter tighter.

It was a few days before Maleficent could speak to Aurora alone. Aurora grinned at Maleficent before she skipped over playfully and hugged her tight. "Fairy Godmother, it is so good to see you." Maleficent smacked the woman's head.

Aurora chuckled. "How are you?" As she pulled back.

Maleficent tucked Aurora's hand in her arm as they walked in the gardens of Aurora's castle. "I am well, I am here on behalf of my daughter."

"Eolande? Is she well?"

Maleficent shook her head sadly. "I am afraid she is falling in love with your son."

Aurora paused walking for a moment and then continued at a slower pace. "I had thought she was beginning to."

"Eolande and Damir also heard you speaking to someone, though they don't know who, about Damir getting married."

Aurora sighed. "Yes, I am looking for a bride for my son."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because... oh I don't know!" Aurora threw her hands in the air, and then sank onto a nearby bench with her face in her hands. Maleficent stood there, waiting. Aurora lifted her head, and Maleficent was shocked to see tears in Aurora's eyes. Sitting down quickly, she wrapped her wing around Aurora. Aurora spoke into her shoulder. "Maleficent, how long would you say the average Fairy lives?"

Maleficent was confused at the change in topic but thought about it. "200 years or so."

"And how long for a human?"

Suddenly Maleficent knew what was going on, and she felt dread fill her heart. She whispered. "75 years or so."

They didn't need to say anything more after that. They both were thinking about how short human lives were, and how much pain it was going to cause when they passed, leaving behind their fairy counterparts. But Maleficent knew that she had to speak one last thing. Though it nearly broke her heart doing it. "And if they love each other?" Aurora didn't speak, just cried a little harder and Maleficent folded her wings, protecting them from any who would see them. And felt her own tears slip down her cheeks.

"Mama!" Maleficent turned and caught her daughter who flew straight into her arms. Eolande was trembling and Maleficent quickly looked over her 49-year-old daughter. She hardly looked her age, and she didn't have a scratch on her.

Panic filled Maleficent, "Is is Dai? Anchoret?" Eolande shook her head and Maleficent was relieved that her grandchildren were safe. "What is it love? What's wrong?"

"It's... it's..." Eolande turned tearful eyes to Maleficent. "It's Aunt Aurora..."

Maleficent felt cold spread over her. She froze, and felt her heart fill with ice. Automatically she released herself from her daughter's arms and took flight. She flew as fast as she could to Aurora's castle. Ignoring protocol, she flew straight to Aurora's rooms. It was empty except for where Philip and Damir sat on either side of the woman in the bed.

The years had barely touched Aurora, but the signs were still there in the crows feet around her eyes, and the laugh lines around her mouth. Maleficent was relieved to see Aurora's chest rise and fall. Damir rose from his place, and Maleficent quickly took it. She thought that Phillip or Damir said something to her, but she didn't hear them. She just watched Aurora. A familiar dread filled her heart, having been in this position before. She immediately leaned forward and placed a kiss on Aurora's head. Maleficent smiled as Aurora opened her eyes. "Hello Fairy Godmother."

A sob caught in her throat, and she smiled weakly at Aurora. "Hello Beastie."

"I love you." Aurora chuckled softly, and her eyes closed once more.

"I love you." Maleficent whispered hoping not to disturb the delicate balance of life that Aurora was now sitting on. But it must have been too loud, because Aurora took one more shuddering breath, and then stopped breathing altogether.

She didn't know how he had got there, but all of a sudden she was wrapped in a familiar warmth and smell. Diaval. A single tear slipped out, than a gasp for breath, a few more tears, a weakening of knees, and then she was sobbing quietly. "Fly with me." Diaval whispered, and Maleficent spread her wings, following the black form in front of her, her tears blurring all else. They eventually landed on the Mother, and the Mother immediately curled her branches around them. "Let it out." Diaval whispered to her, and suddenly she was sobbing again. But this time it was loud and reflected her heart which felt empty.

Aurora, the girl she had practically raised, despite having sworn to ruin the girl's life while she was a babe. The girl she had been able to save with True Love's Kiss. The woman who had always turned to her when she needed help or advice. The woman who had become her true family once Damir and Eolande had married. Aurora, her Aurora... was... gone.

Maleficent and Diaval were wrapped in the Mother, a small bundle between them. Maleficent was sleeping but Diaval was watching the bundle lay quietly awake, looking up at them. The purple eyes seemed to glow, and her golden hair lay around her. This baby girl was their grandchild. The only one of the three that had been born with fairy traits, wings and horns. Her wings were crow black, and were strong-looking. Diaval remembered Eolande laying in this same position, looking so similar, yet the golden hair reminded him that it wasn't their daughter.

Eolande was gone. She had died giving birth. It had been Damir who had approached them. The man was obviously grief-stricken, his voice soft and rough. Every word he spoke, seemed to be holding back the tears he longed to let go. He admitted that the years had taken their toll on him. He explained he wasn't prepared to take care of this child. He felt he only had a short time life to live. He also expressed concerns over having the nurses raise the girl and not giving her the love that she deserves. He had asked if Maleficent and Diaval would raise her. Diaval had given the choice to Maleficent, the moment the Maleficent had heard the girl's name she had agreed. Before Damir had left, he had told them that Eolande's greatest fear was the day he would die before her. A sob left him, and Maleficent had immediately pulled the old man who she had helped raise into a hug. He had calmed himself quickly enough, told them when Eolande's funeral would be and set off, leaving the sleeping girl in Diaval's arms.

The baby Aurora slept peacefully between them, the Mother protected them, and for the first time in a long time, Maleficent was sleeping peacefully, her arm wrapped protectively over the child.

So that's it. The end. Please don't ask me to write more. I like this ending. Just like I liked the first parts ending. But this was intended to clear up any confusion and tie up a few loose ends I had created.

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