Spell dialogue (c) Disney (I changed the names, duh. But still, (c) Disney for the characters throughout this whole story).
(This is a story for my dear friend, Raz. She's mad because I haven't finished it STILL. It's six months late, but who's counting? I keep editing the crap out of it, hah, good times).
Update: Wow! I finally finished this monster. Huzzah! (big pat on the back for moi). ^_^
Reviews are welcome, enjoy the story. Thanks :)
Preface
1500: the new century. The city of Lake Como was celebrating for a greater reason than just the New Year, though. At precisely twelve o'clock midnight, the queen let out a labored breath as her long-awaited daughter entered the world. As the early morning became a crisp January day, a huge celebration leaked into the night. The grand party was well on its way as each noble house presented a gift to the new princess.
The king and queen were then greeted by three good fairies. Their names were Ornella, Glaucia, and Freya. Ornella was brightly dressed in pink and skipped ahead of her sisters to gaze down into the small, ornate crib. She twirled lightly into the air and kissed the cheek of the sleeping child. Freya went to kiss the hands of the king and queen while Glaucia watched the crib quietly.
Ornella bowed to the queen and king and offered a gift of magic to them. They nodded eagerly and the room fell silent. Ornella reveled in the spotlight and waved her hands intricately as she spoke soft words:
"One gift, beauty rare,
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red, red rose,
She'll walk in springtime wherever she goes."
As she spoke, the small wisps of sparkling gold and pink magic descended unto the small babe. Freya smiled at her sister and modestly laced her fingers together, creating a humming swirl of green magic and granted the small princess,
"One gift, the gift of song,
Melody your whole life long,
The nightingale's her troubadour,
Bringing his sweet serenade into her door."
The king and queen smiled gratefully to the two fairies. Glaucia eyed the child and tapped her short fingers to her lips in thought before nodding and raising her hand. Suddenly, the windows grew black, and the stone walls trembled. A gust of cold wind swept through the grand hallway, chilling the guests to the bone. The king stood, and held his wife close as an eerie figure, draped in a billowing black cloak entered the room. With a sharp tap of her scepter, the dark hood fell to reveal the Mistress of Evil: Malvina. Her shocking lime-green eyes swept the banquet room, taking in the empty wine bottles and other signs of gaiety. She raised her arching eyebrows to the king and strode over to the royal family. There was a long silence that Malvina broke,
"What a shame that my invite had gone astray. It seems that I've missed the party of the century." Her lips curled and she stroked her small raven that was nestled on her shoulder. The sly comment escaped the lips of Glaucia before Ornella elbowed her sister,
"Perhaps you were not wanted."
Malvina's smirk remained, "My, how uncomfortable this is. But, please, I still have my gift for our fair princess." In her long fingers, appeared a small, dull sphere of black magic. The queen ran for her daughter as the wicked woman screeched,
"Listen well, all of you!
The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her.
But! Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday,
She shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel...and die."
The ball of black magic hit the infant princess, and the mother let out a sharp cry of despair. The queen held her daughter to her chest and sobbed as Malvina laughed and disappeared in a cloud of green and purple smoke. The furious king stormed out of the hallway, declaring that every spindle was to be burned as the guests all chattered anxiously, taking their leave. Ornella and Freya knelt by the weeping queen and tried to comfort her. Glaucia quietly floated toward the queen and cleared her throat. In a soft, but firm voice she told the queen, "There is hope." The queen's tear streaked face looked to the small fairy in blue. Glaucia spread her hands apart and created an intricate pattern of blue thread-like magic as she spoke,
"Sweet princess,
If through this wicked witch's trick, a spindle should your finger prick,
A ray of hope there still may be in this: the gift I give to thee.
Not in death, but just in sleep, this fateful prophecy you'll keep.
And from this slumber you shall wake,
When true love's kiss, the spell shall break."
The small strings of magic would their way around the small princess's body and vanished in a small puff of smoke.