Sleeping Skye (Part 1)

One upon a time, in a faraway land of canines, there lived a king and his fair queen. For many years, they had longed for a pup, and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her, Skye. A grand christening was then proclaimed throughout the land so that everyone of high or low may pay respect to the baby princess. And that's where our story begins.

"All hail, King Marshall!" cried the palace staff.

"All hail, Queen Everest!" shouted the local workers.

"All hail, Princess Skye!" exclaimed the young pups of the kingdom.

Anyone and everyone had been invited to the christening, even a trio of canine wizards.

"Presenting, Sir Rocky, Sir Rubble, and Sir Zuma" announced the Butler.

As the wizard trio came forward and bowed to their majesties, they explained they would bless the Princess with one magical gift from each of them.

"Young Princess…" began Sir Rocky. "…my gift shall be the gift of beauty."

"Little Princess…" said Sir Rubble. "…my gift shall be the gift of song."

Everyone smiled, for these were such wonderful gifts.

"Sweet Princess, my gift shall be…" said Sir Zuma, but before he could finish, a great gust of wind blew the castle door wide open.

Everyone watched in shock and fear, as a puff of dark purple smoke filled the throne room. Appeared of it, was a white canine dressed in black, carrying a staff in her paw and a frog on her shoulder. It was a canine they knew all too well.

"It's Sweetie" cried Sir Rubble.

"What does she want here?" said Sir Zuma crossly.

"Well, well, well" Sweetie began. "Quite a glittering assemblage King Marshall. Royalty, Nobility, Peasantry, and even the rebels. Everyone in the kingdom was invited, except me."

"Oh, we are so sorry your excellency" Queen Everest apologised. "The invitation must have gotten lost, we do hope you're not offended."

"Why of course not" Sweetie replied. "And to prove it, I too, shall bestow a gift on the pup."

"NO!" cried the wizards, blocking Sweetie from the crib, but her magic just threw them across the room.

"Listen well, all of you" Sweetie began. "The Princess shall indeed, grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her 7th birthday, she shall prick her paw on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!"

"NO!" shrieked the queen, picking up her baby girl and holding her tightly.

"Seize that monster!" commanded King Marshall.

But it was too late, before the guards could grab her, Sweetie had disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, cackling and snorting. The King and Queen were distraught, but then Sir Zuma came forward.

"Don't despair your majesties, I still have my gift to give." Sir Zuma said calmly. "Whilst I can't undo the curse, I can change it."

Nodding in agreement, Sir Zuma began his spell.

"Sweet Princess, if you should prick your paw on spindle, a glimmer of hope they still maybe. The gift I give, not death, but sleep. And this slumber you shall awake, when you meet true love with a kiss."

But King Marshall, still fearful of his daughter's life, degreed all spinning wheels in the kingdom to be destroyed. Secretly, their majesties trusted the safety of the child to the Wizards, who would live like mortals and raise the Princess in the deepest part of the forest until her 7th birthday had passed.

"We'll do everything we can to protect her from the curse your majesties" said Rocky.

"We know you will" Queen Everest replied with tears in her eyes as she and her husband watched their beloved daughter disappear into the forest.

Many sad and lonely years passed by for Marshall and his people. But as the time for the Princess' 7th birthday drew near, everyone began to rejoice. For as long as Sweetie domain the haunted hills, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.

"Uh, where could she be?" Sweetie moaned. "My pet frog Busby, I need you. Search for a pup of 7, with fur of sunshine gold, and eyes pink as the rose."

Meanwhile, in a cottage deep in the forest, the wizards carried out their plan and had reared the child as their own. She was indeed most beautiful, with a voice of a songbird. On her 7th birthday, she decided to explore the forest with her animal friends and pick wild flowers.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…" she sang to herself.

Little did she know her singing had attracted the attention of handsome young pup prince. Taken in by her beauty and song, he knew he had to meet her.

"Hello" he said, startling her. "Ooh sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Hello, my name is Skye" Skye smiled sweetly with a curtsy. "Who are you?"

"I'm Prince Chase" he bowed. "I seem to be lost, I'm looking for King Marshall's castle, but it seems I found something much better."

Blushing from the comments, Skye pointed the way to the castle to Prince Chase. They were sad to say goodbye to each other after such a short meeting, but they hoped they see each other again.

"I hope to see you again, fair Skye" said Prince Chase.

"Me too" replied Skye as she waved. "Goodbye."

When Skye arrived back at the cottage, she was amazed to find a birthday cake and a beautiful dress waiting for her. The dress was her favourite colour, pink, with jewels aligned around the neckline.

"This is the best day of my life" Skye smiled. "I feel like a princess."

"That's because you are once deary" Sir Rubble accidently slipped out.

"What?" Skye gasped in shock. "I'm a Princess?"

"Yes" said Sir Zuma. "Tonight we're taking you back to your parents, King Marshall and Queen Everest."

"But, if my parents are alive, then why aren't I with them now?" asked Skye curiously.

"It's a long story, which we'll explain tomorrow" Sir Rocky replied. "But now, we need to get you ready for the journey to the castle."

The trio of wizards then began prepping Skye ready for her birthday party and to meet her parents, little did they know a certain evil little frog had been watching them the whole time. The sun was beginning to set as they arrived at the castle through the back entrance, they took the young Princess to a private room where they magically created one final gift, a golden crown.

"A Princess isn't a Princess without a crown" smiled Sir Rocky.

The wizards then stood outside, giving Skye a little time to herself before the party. This was a big mistake. As the fire flickered out on its own, a dark purple glow filled the room. With one glance, Skye fell into a trance and began following the glow through a secret passage through the fireplace.

"What's taking that girl so long?" asked Sir Rubble impatiently.

Deciding to take a look, the wizards were shocked as they saw the Princess be led away into the darkness. They tried to stop her, the fireplace soon magically bricked up again. Skye followed the purple puff up a spiral staircase, leading to an empty room at the top. Once inside, the glow turned into the one object everyone feared, a spinning wheel! The curse was about to come true.

"Touch the spindle" echoed an evil voice. "Touch it I say."

Meanwhile, the wizards had to managed to get through the fireplace, and were calling out to Skye. "Skye, don't touch anything." But as they entered the room at the top of the stairs, they gasped in fear at the sight of Sweetie.

"You pathetic fools" she cackled. "Thinking you could defeat me, the mistress of evil. Well here's your precious Princess" she laughed pulling away her black cape.

As Sweetie disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, the wizards gasped in horror and sadness as they saw Princess Skye lying on the floor. Paw bleeding and deep in sleep. The curse had been fulfilled.

Author's Note: Hey guys, hoped you liked the first part of this story. Part 2 will be up soon followed by other fairytales.