Ok, so I'm doing this story with one of my friends, ForeverSpinelli. Check out some of her stories! I'm doing the odd chapters and she's doing the even. Well update as quickly as we can, but we're trying to collaborate ideas as well as make this the best story you can read, so don't except nightly updates, because you will be disappointed. So this story is basically about what would happen if Sleeping Beauty had to go through everything without the fairies help. Naturally, the plot of the story will change, and there will be twists and OCs, but it'd be boring otherwise! Without further ado…

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Twirling through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

'cause I'm Mr. Brightside.

-Mr. Brightside

The Killers

Maleficent had never liked how she looked. Her half-witch blood sent delightful magic blood through her veins, and Maleficent loved that aspect of her heritage. However, her skin was green, and her hair was ebony black. There were horns poking out the top of her head, and she did not know why. She had asked her mother once, who was a more powerful witch than she, but after a long beating, Maleficent never asked again. There was never a chance for her to ask again, for her mother was captured by town peasants and burned. She had never even met her father.

But the horns were easily disguised with a large updo. But tonight Maleficent had to spend extra time on her hair, for there was a ball at Prince Stephan's castle. She was going to be brave. She curled her hair with rags, leaving her horns exposed. She wondered what Stephen would think of her, the more beautiful her. Every woman had heard of the bachelor, and every woman wanted him. She had spent hours getting ready and sewing an orange dress to wear. She felt pretty and fine and like somebody would love her.

She headed to the ball, her head filled with all sorts of dreams and notions about things that would never happen. As soon as she got there, two things happened that would change her forever. One, she saw Prince Stephen, her Stephen, gorgeous Stephen, dancing with some stupid blond. Two, everyone saw her. Everyone screamed "witch!" throwing objects, food at her. Her eyes filled with tears, she sprinted from the room, looking back only once, only to see the blond bimbo yell "What a hideous thing! Oh, she looks like a pumpkin!" as she clung to Stephen.

Maleficent tore back to her lair, tearing it apart, destroying her things and herself. She cut off her hair and ripped up her fairy tale books. Maleficent would close her eyes and all she would see is the blond girl, with her prince. She thought for days, trying to get over it, but making no progress. She disguised herself, and draped herself with cloaks as she ventured into town. She had purchased some herbs and was heading back up to her lair when she saw the poster, it was complete with pictures and names. The poster showed Prince Stephen announcing his engagement to the blond girl, Princess Sophia. Maleficent's first instinct was to cast a spell, brew a potion, and kill Sophia. Remove the competition. But how could she? Sophia was the love of Stephen. How could she hurt him like that? Rip off a piece of his heart. And the only one who would actually feel the pain would be Stephen, Sophia would feel no suffering, only death, then nothing. But no, no Maleficent would have her revenge. She just had to wait. An opportunity would present itself, all in good time.

After many, many years of hoping, praying for a child, the king and queen were granted their wish. A daughter was born, with golden hair and deep violet eyes. They named her Aurora, for the sun, because she lit up their lives with joy. After a month, they felt their child was strong enough to be out in public, so they arranged a celebration. They were to invite the whole kingdom, arrange a holiday. Everyone was invited, peasants and nobility alike. It was a light party, with a little dancing, and a little food. The people came by to look at the baby and to pay their best wishes. The sun began to set, and a few people began to leave, family by family. As the sun set, the doors flew open. Maleficent entered, black cloaks billowing, eyes flaming. A crow rested on her hand, her hand rested on her enchanted staff.

"Fools!" She yelled, flinging out her arms, sending her crow flying. " Hmm, what a pity." She murmured, seeming to calm down. "At first I just hoped an invitation had slipped your mind. But from your faces I could tell I was not expected. How embarrassing."

"Please, just let us be!" Queen Sophia begged, clutching her hands together.

At the sight of her, all sympathy Maleficent could possibly possess blew away. "Ha! So I see we're celebrating a baby."

Queen Sophia's eyes flew open as she rushed to the crib, pulling Aurora up with the blankets. "Please, just leave…" she asked, a tear slipping from her eyes and landing on her baby.

Maleficent smirked. "Listen well! All of you! The princess will grow, in grace and beauty. She will be a star in the sky, the apple of your eye. But by her 16th birthday, she will die!"

"SIEZE HER!" Stephen roared.

The guards chased after Maleficent, but in the wave of her staff, she had disappeared into the night, her crow following her.

Aurora had just turned seven years old, and boy was she proud of it! She felt so much older, so much more mature! And mother had said she would find out something very special tonight! After the banquet, of course.

Aurora went out to the garden. She loved how the animals scampered around the garden, but always came close to her. Birds would land on her head and shoulders, and chipmunks and squirrels would help her collect berries. For some reason, Aurora loved to do that.

"What are you doing?" a little brown hair boy came up behind her, causing her to jump and spin around.

"What do you want?" she asked, a little scared of the stranger.

"Can I pick berries with you? What's your name?" the little boy asked.

"Um, sure!" Aurora said, warming up to the stranger. "I'm Aurora!"

"That's a pretty name!" The stranger stuck out his hand. "Hi! I'm Philip!"

The two shook hands and started to pick berries together. Aurora began to sing a little song she made up about chipmunks, and Philip was mesmerized by her voice.

"You sing REALLY well!" he said. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm seven." Aurora smiled, feeling so old.

"Ha! I'm older! I'm nine!" Philip said. He ran off, back around the fence.

One thing Aurora didn't like is neighboring castles. And her bedroom, of course, was within' seeing distance of Philip's. Their kingdoms were neighboring, their fathers best friends, and the castles only a sprint away. And to top it all off, the kingdoms were joining. Aurora and Philip were betrothed. She was told on her seventh birthday.

Aurora was thirteen, and she just feet so, so awkward. Which she never had before! And to make it all worse, Philip wasn't awkward at all! He had grown to be about an inch taller than she was, and she had gained weight, cut her hair to her shoulders, and spent day and night trying to fight her skin. Why didn't he have to deal with any of that?

He didn't let her forget it either! Whatever happened to chivalry? Just because they had been friends for so long doesn't mean he can make fun of her, does it? Aurora felt like she wanted to slug him. Even worse, her fourteenth birthday was coming up, and of all things her parents had to throw a ball. What could be worse than trying to dance, but only stepping on toes?

It was the night of the ball and Aurora had spent the last four hours getting ready, each minute spent trying to hold in tears. She was never going to look pretty! Why bother?

Still, she had to head down the stairs, into the ballroom, in that stupid pink dress. Aurora wanted it blue. But it puffed, and though she huffed, she still had to wear it. She sat on the side most of the time, playing with a bit of the lace on her skirt, while everyone gracefully twirled around her.

"Would you like to dance?"

Aurora looked up, expecting it to be Philip, forced to come over here naturally. They would dance once, they he would go off with his friends and she would just sit here, sigh, for the rest of the night.

But it wasn't!

It was a little blond boy, she had never seen him before! He had big blue eyes. He looked older than her, older than Philip. And he did not seem like he was forced to come over here at all. Of course she accepted, he was too handsome to think of doing anything but! She sucked in her stomach and tried to be as graceful as possible, she didn't step on his toes, or bump foreheads. She looked into his eyes and wasn't too shy to look away. They were gliding across the dance floor-and then they bumped into Philip.

"Hey, you oka-Aurora?" Philip said, a look of disbelief coming across his face. He grabbed Aurora's arm –hard- and yanked her away from everyone. "Why are you dancing with him?"

"Because I can!"

"Do you have any idea who that is? He's the prince of Gingeria, he's our enemy! You can't dance with him!"

"Why not? He's very nice and no one else has asked me to dance!"

Philip stared at her for a second, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly shut it. He held out his hands. "Aurora, would you like to dance?"

Aurora smiled. "I'd love to"

Philip monopolized her for the rest of the night.

She was fifteen, but if you asked her she would say fifteen years, ten months, and six days. Aurora certainly had something to look forward to! She had no knowledge of the curse, and was merely counting down the days until she was old enough to marry.

She looked in the mirror. He figured had trimmed over the months and her hair and grown out to her lower back, falling in waves. Her violet eyes were more piercing than ever. She couldn't wait to be a bride. Of course, the majority of this excitement was attributed to whom she would marry.

Philip. He was almost eighteen and ready to inherit the throne. He had grown to be about 6 foot 3, and still had big brown eyes and brown hair, just like he had as a child. He was so sweet to her; they talked all the time, and would send messages between their rooms using carrier doves. Aurora saved every message in a drawer. She didn't know it, but so did Philip.

But, she had not seen him in so long. Her father and Philip's had been fighting, and the two had not been allowed to meet. In fact, she hadn't seen him in person since her fourteenth birthday party. Only once, had he been able to sneak out of the castle, as had she, in order to meet. It was exactly twenty-six days ago. She missed him so. He hadn't even kissed her yet!

With her thoughts, she went to sleep. Both she and Philip wished they were at the other's castle. Their own homes felt more like prisons.

"Good morning Philip!" Philip's father greeted him heartily, especially considering the large purple bags underneath his eyes.

Philip laughed, "Good morning father! What puts you in such a good mood?"

"Well now that you mention it, I have some exceptional news to give you! I was over talking to King Stephen last night, in fact I nary got any sleep at all! We came to an agreement, at last!"

The gears in Philip's head spun, and he put two and two together. "You mean I get to see Aurora! Oh thank you! Oh-"

"Now, now son! Let me finish" his father interrupted. "As you know, Stephen and I have been fighting for quite some time! And we've finally decided that our plan would not work. Our kingdoms shall not join, and you will not be marrying Aurora."

Philip froze.