"On her eighteenth birthday, the princess shall prick her finger on a needle and fall into a sleep of eternity, until true love's kiss shall bring her back..."

Sophie was cursed since a child.

It happened on her first birthday.

The whole kingdom of Galvadon was preparing for the birthday celebration of Princess Sophie's first birthday. Down every street, the stones were scrubbed clean and polished until it shone. Each window was cleaned and the trees were neatly cut. In the town square, ribbons of bright colors fluttered in the wind, and everyone's mood was in high festivities. For the first time since the war against the Winter Clans, there was hope.

Hope that rested on the shoulders of the next heir of Galvadon.

Everyone dressed in their brightest colors, from every color of the rainbow and gathered towards the huge golden gates of the castle, waiting for the royal couple to come and greet them. The sky was shockingly blue and not a cloud in sight. The people waited with anticipation and excitement, talking in hushed whispers and pinning their eyes on the balcony.

King Stefan and Queen Vanessa stepped onto the balcony, a beautiful baby girl in her arms, their faces wide with jubilant smiles and waving at the crowd. The crowd erupted into cheers, clapping and yelling as Queen Vanessa lifted up baby Sophie for everyone to see.

"People of Galvadon, it is my greatest pleasure and honor to welcome my daughter, Princess Sophie into the world!"

King Stefan's strong voice was heard among the cheers of the jubilant crowd and everyone's cheers grew louder. In that single perfect moment, no one could have been happier. The kingdom of Galvadon restored it's hope and happiness. King Stefan was about to become a father and Queen Vanessa couldn't have wished for a more perfect daughter.

"May we lead our country to a better place, may the war that plagues us be rid off and may our kingdom be as strong as ever!"

And after that single perfect moment...

It happened.

Something thin and dark sliced through the air, whistling with sound and was aimed directly at Queen Vanessa's neck.

A arrow.

Queen Vanessa gurgled, one arm still clutched tightly around her daughter and another flying up to her throat, before she collapsed onto her back. Pandemonium broke out through the crowd and everyone started screaming and crying, trying to run off before they were made the next target. King Stefan dropped down to his knees, horror written on his face as he took baby Sophie into his arms and shielded off his dead wife. The castle guards on the ground below immediately hunted for the mysterious assassin but with the panic and the chaos, proved useless. Guards swarmed around King Stefan, trying to get him off to safety.

And baby Sophie was gone in his arms.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone looked at the figure standing onto of one of castle turrets, their face shielded by a long black cloak, in their arms was Sophie. King Stefan gripped the railing, his blue eyes wide with fear. Not only was this figure dangerous, but something inhuman. A Winter Clan.

"Give me back my child!"

He roared into the silence and guards instantly nocked their crossbows at the figure. The figure slowly raised their hand and the bows instantly crumbled into ash, much to the guards shock. King Stefan glared at the figure, sweat beading on his face and his jaw clenched tight. Sophie was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger.

The figure lifted up her hood and grinned viciously at King Stefan, her eyes glowering darkly and her face impeccably pale.

"This is payback, King Stefan.."

The woman smiled darkly at him, as if he knew what exactly he had done. King Stefan slowly shook his head, the meaning seeping into his soul.

"No...please.."

He murmured, eyes pinned on the figure. The woman cocked her head to one side, no forgiveness inside her eyes.

"YOU TOOK AWAY EVERYTHING FROM ME! THIS IS REVENGE!"

She screamed and her eyes glowed green. The crowd trembled and King Stefan felt the dread slither deeper into his soul. He was powerless against her and he knew it.

The woman turned towards the crowd and they all silently trembled with fear. She cackled and her hands glowed with green smoke. The sky turned grey and thunder crackled loudly in the air.

"On dear precious Sophie's eighteenth birthday, she will be cursed and prick her finger on a needle and fall into a eternal sleep! No one can reverse this spell and all shall perish if they tried to rid of this! Only true love's kiss shall save her!"

A bright beam of light shot up from the woman's hand and she placed it gently onto Sophie's forehead. The woman screeched and a flurry of crows gathered around her, flying in a feathery swarm and when they finally dispersed, the woman was gone.

Sophie reappeared in Stefan's arms.

He shivered, stroking her golden locks of hair, hands shaking and trembling. Sophie finally opened her eyes and looked directly at him, her eyes glowing bright and green. The guards ushered the King back into the castle and the people outside. A few quickly picked up Vanessa, the arrow stuck inside her throat at a awkward angle. The Queen was still beautiful in death, her golden locks of hair spilling across her shoulders and her face perfectly pale. The rouge on her cheeks was still red. Apart from the arrow that sunk into her elegant neck, the Queen only looked like she was sleeping very lightly.

The advisors and servants rushed towards the King, who dropped into a chair, face pale and ghostly white, clutching Sophie tightly in his arms, afraid to let her go.

"What do we do, my King?"

One advisor asked, worry and concern written clearly across his face. Another servant wiped a hot cloth on the King's sweaty face and others drew the curtains. The room instantly darkened. He licked his lips, hands still shaking as he glanced down at Sophie's innocent face. The need to protect his daughter grew stronger and he looked grimly at his trusted advisors.

"Hide her."

He whispered, voice deathly soft. The advisor's eyes grew wide with meaning and he glanced down at the innocent child, who looked back at him with round green eyes, reflecting his face inside her irises.

"No, it's impossible.."

The advisor shook his head.

"It is..there is only one place that I know she can go too..."

The King whispered, pressing a hand against the advisor's shoulder, his words fast with urgency.

"No, my King, that place that you speak off, it's too far away..."

The advisor responded, but Stefan stood up and ignored him. He nodded his head at another advisor, who in turn quickly ran off. He returned with a thick scroll in his hands, and set it on top of the table, spilling waves of dust onto the glass. King Stefan walked towards the map and opened it, slowly, scanning each country and kingdom. He finally pointed to a piece of land, far away from the others, enclosed by a wall of sea.

The advisor peered down and read the engraved words.

"Camelot.."

The advisor said and glanced at the others in the room. They immediately nodded and walked out of the room.

"Take her there, soon."

King Stefan said, his eyes never leaving the words. Sophie cried softly in his arms, her little pudgy arms reaching for him. But King Stefan looked away, tears dripping into his beard.

"You'll never see her again.."

The advisor whispered.

"I know, but if thats the price to pay for her safety, then I'll do whatever it takes that Sophie shall be safe"

King Stefan looked down at his daughter in his arms, looked into her bright green eyes once more and placed a kiss against her forehead, forcing himself not to cry.

He lost the love of his life today and now his only hope, his only daughter.

The advisor took Sophie from King Stefan, and Sophie started to cry, wailing, reaching for her father. But King Stefan gave a quick nod at the advisor.

"Go now, and fast."

The ship set off at midnight.