Hey everyone, while writing one fanfic, I became antsy about this other one I really wanted to pursue. This is a twist on a Disney type story; set to the descendants of the characters in Sleeping Beauty, it's more based around the Swan Princess. Just throwing out an intro and seeing if it's worth pursuing.
Once upon a time in a faraway land lived a beautiful princess named Rosalind, pure and loved by her kingdom. The direct descendent of Princess Aurora, she held the same soft locks of blonde hair which cascaded down her back like a waterfall of sunlight.
Rosalind was the shining beacon that kept the streets bright and lifted the spirits of those who toiled in the fields. All awaited for when she might ascend the throne and take the place of her beloved father who was argued to have been the best monarch they'd had in a thousand years. Yes, all seemed well in the kingdom of Delorna, especially with such a beautiful princess to shower them with hope; but this story isn't about the princess.
Let's rewind and begin at the start.
Once upon a time, in the dark forests that surrounded the picturesque kingdom of Delorna, lived the daughter of a powerful witch and the most feared wizard in the land named Moira. Though a beauty in herself to some degree, the mole that lay on the right side of her nose betrayed her blood kin and therefore was the mark of an ugly creature.
The kingdom lived in fear of the dark witches of Delorna and only the bravest souls went into the West forests, which the witches had claimed as their own. It was a place of swamps and dead things rising back up to claim the souls of the living.
Moira was the youngest witch in the clan, a lonely soul that felt herself rot away with each passing day. Truly she was not the darkest creature at heart among the group, but years of isolation and hatred had slowly washed away the smiles she use to have and the hope that one day life might be of some value outside the practice of witchcraft.
After her father had been covered in alcohol and set alight, Moira had mourned his passing but had also hoped that her mother might flee from the wrath of the kingdom; sadly their actions had only made her mother more determined to seek revenge on the kingdom.
There had often been lectures from her kin of the great honour Moira had of bearing the black hair of her great ancestor, Maleficent. They'd scorned her terribly when Moira had concocted a potion that had rid of the green skin she'd had; now she was simply pale, with a green tinge that crept around the edges of her face.
Normalcy now seemed an impossible dream for Moira and so she'd accepted her fate and begrudgingly turned her hatred to the beautiful princess, who was adored by all. A spell to give her warts, a special dye to turn her hair blue but nothing had really ailed the princess.
Until one day, nearing both Rosalind's and Moira's eighteenth birthdays, Moira heard a rumour of the princess's childhood friend, Prince Derek, visiting to attend a ball that was being held in Rosalind's honour and so Moira began to plan...