Diaval watched from the windows of the palace peaking his lone eye as one does the storm was nasty Unware of the dangers this forest posed you strayed further and further diaval watched from afar thinking about hiding but in good conscious he could not his master and friend maleficent wasn’t not a balevolent woman of sorcery he sighed his head was busy with her grandchild and can not make it but left him with the duty of looking after the manor that was covered in thorns you’d think that would warn people off but it did anything but it was days like this when he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Diaval saw a new figure in the moors. He was curious and cautious as he watched the figure.

Who the blazes is that, he thought, squinting his eye.