Raven Of Magic

Chapter 12: A Nightmare

Philip and Aurora were locked in their room shortly after Diaval was under the Queen's control. They desperately wished to get out but there was no way out.

Maleficent sat chained to the wall, bounded from her hands and legs. 24 hours had passed since she was put into that cell. Fed only the scraps from the table. She hated herself for not destroying the spinning wheel after the curse was broken. Now her raven was being manipulated as a puppet. Forced to obey.

Suddenly a loud laugh zapped her out of her thoughts. It was a group of ten guards who were lashed a young man. From her cell she could get a clear view of the young man. The young man was on the floor unconscious. He had raven black hair and a familiar mark on his back. " Diaval!" Maleficent said in a loud whisper. One of the guards noticed that she had realized who they were torching and he smiled at her as he smacked the whip onto her mate's back. She saw that they had a table full of sharp knives and torcher devices. She cried with every blow that was aimed at her raven. After a good hour, they unchained him and deranged him away with his blood staining the floor. She just hoped that he was unconscious and not dead.

Later that night, five of those guards that had torched Diaval had entered her cell. She knew that it was her time to suffer as her raven had did. One of the men lifted her up by her throat. He slammed his mouth against hers. His disgusting tongue entered her mouth. She gagged, he tasted of cigar and liquor. She bit his tongue, only to be slapped across her face. When the second man kissed her, she did the same. They had enough and began ripping off her dress. Their filthy hands were all over her body. Two of the men held her down as the other three started to cut her wings off with iron daggers. She cried in agony as the iron dug into her skin. They cut off flesh and bone. When they were done, one of the men took her wings away and the other four yelled back at her, "Not so tough without your magic or wings. Maybe that dead bird was the one that did all your dirty work! Well here's what's left of your raven!", the man took out a black feather and burned it. He threw her the remains. Her screams grew louder at the news.

In his chambers, Diaval was laying on the floor. He was healing his inner wounds which took a long time. In the middle of his healing pain, he over heard a few of the guards talking about Maleficent. They spoke of how they were going to torcher her. They were going to cut her wings off and rape her. He couldn't allow that but he could burly even move, let alone breathe.

The men began to take their own clothes off as their hands went down her body. Their mouths did not kiss her skin but bit. It hurt her but it hurt her more to know that her body was responding to their torcher. Her body did not agree with her mind. How could her body possibly love this? These men had started to ruin every place Diaval had kindly touched and kissed. Now they were going to enter her. She couldn't bear the thought of anyone but Diaval, touching her there.

Diaval got up once he had gathered his strength. He flew high down the halls. Hiding from the guards until he heard the voice gain. He removed the banner and went through the secret door. It lead down to a large stair case "Diaval" the voice whispered. He walked down the stairs slowly as the whisper got louder. His cuff bracelet glowed green as he entered a dark room. On the table he found the spindle of a spinning wheel. The voice whispered, " Sleep Like Death". He took it and repeated what the whisper had said. In his time in Zel he remembered coming across a spell that would awaken the sleeping spell within the spindle. He closed his eyes and said , " Spindel of Death. Spindel van altijd slapen. Ik was daar toen je werd geplaatst en toen je sliep. Dien me nu goed. Een slaap als de dood waarin ze nooit zullen ontwaken voor degenen die ons pijn willen doen. In dit kasteel heb ik betoverd! ( Dutch Language Translation: Spindel of Death. Spindel of forever sleep. I was there when you were placed and when you slept. Now serve me well. A sleep like death in which they will never awaken for those who want to hurt us. In this castle cast my spell!)". Gold magic slipped from his fingertips as the spindle disappeared along with his cuff bracelet. A blast of magic exploded and spread throughout the castle.

Back in the dungeon, one of the men was getting ready to enter her. She couldn't scream anymore, deciding to save her engery for breathing. They had won and she was too weak to fight them. All she wished was that this didn't affect her baby.