Flames engulfed the room, even from the second floor of the castle Aurora could hardly see in front of her due to the smoke. She could hear the clashing of metal, screams of men, and the roar of Diaval who was now morphed into dragon. Her slender frame sat on the staircase, away from the commotion in fear that if she were to reveal herself she would end up getting hurt like earlier.
The image of the dark fairy trapped beneath the chains was burned into her mind, the sound of the burning and cries the woman who had always been so strong filled her ears. Blue hues looked down at her bare feet that were cut and arms that had been bruised in the process of being held back. There was something though, that gave her hope in the chaos and that was seeing Maleficent with her wings that had been stolen from her. Her godmother was correct, they were big and beautiful and so big.
Tears streamed down her rose red cheeks and she covered her mouth to ensure the sounds of her sobbing would not echo throughout the room. Aurora was terrified to say the least, she watched as not only her father but godmother crashed out the window and were no where to be seen. She desperately wanted to run after them and try her best to help, but the stair case that connected the second half to the lower was covered in flames. Rocking back and forth in her seated position, the girl closed her eyes and wished as hard as she could for things to be okay, more specifically, her godmother to be okay. She had to be.