Hurricane

A/N: This will be a collection of oneshots in which emotions are the main theme.

Chapter 1: Anger/Concern

She scans the horizon for any signs of her familiar. She's been doing so repeatedly for the past hour, and she has lost count of how many times she has looked up, hoping to see the raven. She sent him to do some more spying on the castle, but it's almost sundown and he still hasn't gotten back yet. She tells herself not to worry- that it's stupid to worry for a bird- but still she glances at the skies. Suddenly a flying figure approaches the Moors, and she quietly sighs in relief, until she notices his weird flying angle.

He lands- no, dives- toward where she is, and Maleficent instantly knows he is injured. The bird is cawing, and with a wave of her hand the caws turn into groans as the bird shifts to human form. He is lying on his back, and Maleficent kneels beside him.

"Diaval, what happened to you?" She notices his right arm is starting to bruise in certain spots and two of his fingers seem broken

"I got hit by some of the townsfolk when I passed over the nearby community. My right wing took the brunt of the onslaught of stones." He said, his face contorted in pain.

"Did you fly too low and got hit by children playing?"

"No mistress, they were deliberately throwing stones at me. It was the elders too, not the children. They kept calling me a demon." He answered honestly, but then wished he didn't when he saw Maleficent's face change from confused to outright livid.

"I suppose the news of your shape-shifting has been circulated all over the town?" She whispers in barely controlled rage.

"I suppose, mistress. It was only a matter of time anyway. There is nothing we can do about it. I shall just go the long route next time and not pass over the town." He murmurs, hoping to placate his mistress.

"There is certainly a lot we can do about it, Diaval." The anger in her voice terrifies him, and now he feels fearful for the people of that town. At the same time, though, he realizes that she is angry for him. She is mad because people hurt him. Inexplicably, he is cheered up by that thought.

"Please, mistress, it's really fine. I'll be fine. I will be if you heal me. You can heal me, can't you?"

She scoffs lightly then. "Of course, Diaval, I can heal you." She touches his arm and lets magic flow from her hands to his arm. She can feel the bones being fixed and she sees the bruises fade. He sits up, bracing his back against a boulder.

"Thank you, mistress."

"No thanks necessary. After all, I need to take care of your wings if you are to be of any use to me. Now promise me you will not put yourself in harmful situations again."

"I promise, mistress."

"Good. Are you sure you do not wish to make the townsfolk pay for what they did?" Maleficent asks, her voice still full of disdain.

"No mistress. I am sure they were only doing it to protect their town. I do not hold it against them." His reply makes her look at him weirdly, and she states, "It does not matter what their motives are. If they try to hurt you again, you cannot stop me from hurting them back. So if you wish to keep them from my wrath, avoid that place from now on." She then abruptly stands up and walks away from him.

He stood up to follow his mistress with a cheeky grin on his face. She may have said she is only concerned because of his usefulness to her, but if he was reading her correctly, he knows that at least a little part of her had been concerned for him regardless of his stature as her servant. It felt kind of nice. However, he has to make sure he will never be on the receiving end of her anger, because his mistress can be downright terrifying sometimes.

A/N: This was initially just "Anger" but then it clearly showed a hint of "Concern" so now we have "Anger/Concern". I'm lame, I know. Constructive criticism is much appreciated. Also, I've pretty much planned this out but if you have "emotion" prompts or requests leave a review or message me at a-caffeinated-life . tumblr . com. Cheers!

P.S. The title was inspired by John Green's drizzle/hurricane metaphor. Holler at me if you recognize it! :)