The Magic & The Wings. Diaval x Reader

Part 16

** A/n - Sorry this is so short. I've had really bad writers block so I think I will have a small break for a week or two and add some more chapters onto my Daryl x reader fanfiction. Hope you guys don't lose interest. P.s This chapter has a massive time skips (so it doesn't drag out and bore you all) and is not as good as the rest, but please feel free to enjoy it anyways.**

You didn't know how long you had been there for, you only knew your stomach was becoming bigger every day. You were dressed in black clothes (what your captors had given you after you had out grown your wedding dress), A black stretchy vest top, black jeans and a wrap around cardie -like what you used to wear- now covered your tired body. Your skin was charred and your throat was raw from screaming. How long had it been? A month? four months? A year?

Oh god you were cold! Your teeth chattered and goosebumps plagued your skin. You had begged them for some source of heat, to which they pointed to the bars with a laugh. "Iron burns fairies." So there your had sat next to the bars until the arm closest to the bars had started hurting.

In the first few days you judged the time of day by the scraps of food they threw at you through the bars, slowly though, those meals had decreased. You glance over at your tattered dress folded neatly beside you, coated in mud and blood.

You place your hand over your now rounded belly and stroke it softly. "You father will find us, don't you worry."

Diaval pounced in front of Maleficent while she sat down, nudging her hand with his beak. Your little wooden cottage had become undone due to you being exposed to iron for so long. He had no home to go back to, so, he found himself living in the castle or nearby trees. 

"Diaval I still haven't mastered the transformation spell. I am not risking your well being." Maleficent said shaking her head.

"Awk. . ." She could hear the sadness in his voice.

"I am sorry Diaval, but you will remain this way until we find (f/n)."

"Awk!" Diaval flew around the room and perched on the chandelier, adjusting his wings.

"It's been over six months now, that more than half a year and we are no further forward..." Philip said looking over at Maleficent. "No clues, no tracks, no nothing."

"We will find her, Philip." Aurora says, scanning the enormous map laid out in front of them. " There," she points. "we haven't looked there."

"We did my love, we-"

"Not thoroughly, we haven't! " She snaps.

"Aurora, it's not looking good. I think we need to discuss what we are all thinking."

"How dare you?! You think she's dead?! She isn't dead! She isn't!"

"Aurora. . ." Maleficent whispers. "We have."

Diaval closes his small eyes and exhales. He had had enough of watching them fight. He knew they all thought you were dead and he hated them for it.  'Where is she?' He thinks to himself. 'I just want her back. She can't be dead, she's carrying my first born hatching, what will I fo if it's true? '

"Awk!" Diaval small voice echoes before he flies out of the window.

Birds deal with their depression in different ways. They can  become loud, they can become quiet and they can become aggressive, but, that's not how Diaval was dealing with his. He digs his claws into the wood of the branch beneath his feet. The pain coursing through his little body balanced out the pain of his troubled mind. His beak clutches at a feathers on his chest as his head begins to  jerk from side to side. The feather reluctantly rips out  and falls to the ground with the rest. The warm mist reminds him of what he has lost prompting him to rip out another feather. 'What's the point?' He wonders. 'Philip has given up, Maleficent is losing hope, Aurora is frantic and I'm stuck in this stupid form!' He rips out some more feathers.