Once Upon a Dream


1. The Curse


  In a far away land, long ago, lived a King and his fair Queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally, their wish was granted. A daughter was born. They called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn. For she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant Princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day. Or so they thought would be joyful.

  Once the three good fairies set eyes on the infant, they all gave her on gift. Mistress Flora gave the child the gift of beauty. Mistress Fauna gave the child the gift of song. But before Mistress Merryweather could give her wish, the doors flew open. A gust of wind blew all the light candles making the castle dark. Banners and flags of other kingdoms through around the room like feathers. A struck of lightning filled the room, hitting the center of the ball rooms floor. Green flames rose. Forming a woman wearing horns on the top of her head. Draped in a black and purple cloak. Her skin a lime green. And she held a staff, and on the top of that staff was a glowing green ball, with claws holding it in place. A black raven came from behind her. Placing his talons on the staff. The woman stroked the bird.

  "It's Maleficent," a woman spoke. A grin spread across Maleficent's face. Her red lips made her white teeth gleam. "I'm glad your people still remember me, King Stefan," she hissed like a snake, "I really felt quite distressed for not resaving an invitation." "You weren't wanted," Merryweather snapped at Maleficent. Shock rose over Maleficent's face. She laughed at Merryweather remark, "Not wanted," she said with pity. Then laughed once more. Stopping, Maleficent closed her eyes and tilted her head, "Oh dear... what an award situation." She petted her raven with her blood red nails. "Well then I must be on my way." The Bird hopped on to her shoulder. Then Queen Leah spoke when Maleficent turned her back, "And your not going to give a gift to your excellency?" She asked in a soft voice.

  Maleficent turned around. Was silent for a moment, then laid he green eyes on the baby's crib. "Why no, your majesty" she spoke in a harsh voice, "And to show I bear no will, I to shall bestow a gift on the child." The three good fairies surrounded the crib, trying to protecting the child. "Listen well, all of you," Maleficent spoke raising her staff and slamming it on the stone ground, "The Princess tough in deed grow in grace and beauty, beloved for all who know her. But," she rose one finger. "Before the sunsets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!"

  Queen Leah ran to the crib, picking her up in her arms. "Seize that creature!" King Stefan told his guards. As the guards pointed their spears at the witch she burst into green flames, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. It was silent with shock and worry for the child. Mistress Flora came over to the worried King and Queen. "Don't worry," she said in a reassuring voice, "Mistress Merryweather still has her gift to give." Relief filled their eyes, "Than can you undo this horrible cures?" King Stefan asked the fairies. The fairies shock their heads ashamed. Flora spoke to conform, "No sir, Maleficent's power is to great."

  Mistress Fauna then pushed Merryweather forward, "But she can help," she reassured the King and Queen in a sweet voice. Merryweather stood in front of her majesties. He wand in hand. She sighed and began to give the child her gift, "Sweet princesses, to undo this wicked witch's trick, a spindle should you a single prick. A ray of hope, still maybe in sight, I give to thee, not in death, but just in sleep. And from this slumber you will wake, when true loves kiss, the spell shall brake."

  But King Stefan, still fearful for his daughters fate, did then and there burned every spinning wheel in the kingdom.


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