In a faraway land lived a king and his fair queen. Many years they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter is born, they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn, because she filled lives with sunshine and hope. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all high and low of the state may pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that joyful day.
Cherry, Atticus, and Mo were also being guests for the celebration. People sang about as they were going to meet the newborn princess. There was six-year-old Prince Phillip coming as well. He was going to marry Aurora when they were both older and more eligible.
"I can't believe we're here to meet a real life princess." Cherry sounded grateful as she was along with the other villagers and her friends.
"No one ever did stuff like this for me when I was born." Atticus said.
"Maybe you just don't remember." Mo said to him, then looked down in disgust as she was forced to wear one of her adoptive mother's, Elizabeth Brown, or Darling, old dresses for this ceremony.
There was royal fanfare to cease the clamoring of the people visiting to meet the new princess. This on this great and joyous day, all the kingdom celebrate the long-awaited royal birth. And good King Stefan and fair Queen Leah make welcome for their life long friend and guests.
"Their royal highness," a man reading a scroll alerted the others. "King Hubert and Prince Philip."
The king and the prince came.
"I wonder how that kid feels that he has to marry that baby someday." Mo couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"Well, when we first met, you didn't think you'd like me too much," Atticus said shyly. "Kinda like when Angel met Scamp."
Mo snorted, with an amused smile.
"Keep it down, love birds." Cherry told them in a hushed tone.
Philip held a gift for the young princess. King Stefan and King Hubert came toward another and shared a friendly hug. It was good to see old friends after a long time away and for the birth of little Aurora no less. Philip went to meet the baby, walking with Leah. Finally, have the monarchs dream one day, their kingdoms to unite. Thus today, would they announce that Philip, Hubert's son to Stefan's child would be betrothed. And so to her, his gift brought and looked unknowing of his future bride. Cherry, Atticus, and Mo were also invited to meet the baby.
"Oh, isn't she pretty?" Cherry talked with the boy.
Philip pulled a face. "I guess..."
More fanfare came.
"Who's coming now?" Mo wondered.
"Look..." Atticus pointed up.
A white glow came from the high ceiling and showed three fairies. One in blue, one in green, and the last in red.
"Their most honored excellencies," the announcer explained once again. "The Good Fairies, Mistress Flora, Mistress Fauna, and Mistress Merryweather."
The fairies floated to meet the baby as well.
"The little baby," Merryweather smiled and went with her sisters to meet the King and Queen. "Your Majesties."
The three bowed respectively.
"Each of us, the child my bless with a single gift, no more, no less," Flora said, then went to go first to wave her wand to the cradle. "Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty." she waved her wand which formed the magic and fluttered into the baby's cradle.
"Tiny princess," Fauna was next as she waved her wand. "My gift shall be the gift of song."
"What does that mean?" Mo asked.
"Aurora will be able to sing beautifully as she looks like her mother." Cherry explained.
Queen Leah smiled and blushed at what Cherry said.
"Sweet princess," Merryweather went to have her turn. "My gift shall be-"
Suddenly, before the blue fairy could say her gift, the shutters on the windows slammed open revealing a deep howling wind. Everyone looked a bit shocked and worried. Suddenly, there was a green flame in the room to show an evil dark woman with a black raven coming to her shoulder.
"Why, it's Malificent!" Fauna gasped.
"I don't like that look in her eye." Atticus growled and stood in front of Mo protectively.
"What does she want?" Merryweather snarled.
Flora shushed them.
"Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan," Malificent snaked over, sneakily. "Royality, nobility, the gentry. How quaint, even the rebel."
Merryweather took great offense to that and wanted to fly after Malificent, but Flora held her back.
"I really thought quite of distress of not receiving an invitation." Malificent smirked.
"You weren't wanted." Mo hissed.
"Not wanted?" Malificent faked surprise as she stroked her bird. "Oh, what an altered situation. I hoped it was merely due to some over sight. Oh, well, I'd best be on my way."
"And you're not offended, your excellency?" Queen Leah sounded surprised at Malificent's calm gesture.
"Why, no, your majesty," Malificent returned an obviously evil smile. "And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child."
The fairies and human children stood in front of the baby's cradle protectively, not trusting the woman's words.
"Listen well, all of you!" Malificent started to sound threatening. "The princess shall indeed, grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and DIE!"
"Oh, no!" Queen Leah held her baby daughter close, fearing for that curse.
"Seize that creature!" King Stefan demanded.
A bunch of guards with weapons came for Malificent.
"Stand back, you fools!" Malificent hissed to them and was starting disappear in her fire path to disappear.
After his mistress left, the bird named Diablo started to fly off after her.
Atticus saw how distressed Queen Leah was and looked back at his friends. "We have to do something!"
"Don't despair, your majesties," Flora cooed to the royal parents. "Merryweather still has her gift to give."
"Then she can undo this fearful curse?" King Stefan asked as he was about to cry for his daughter's future demise.
"Oh, no, sire..." Merryweather said, she really didn't want to get their hopes up like that.
"Malificent's powers are far too great." Flora added.
"But she can help!" Fauna stated, hopefully.
Merryweather was concerned about doing this. Her fellow fairies and the human kids got her to do it though. The blue fairy sighed and went back to the baby's cradle, hoping this would work the way she would plan. "Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope they still may be this, a gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fatal prophecy you shall keep. And from this slumber, you shall wake, when true love's kiss, the spell shall break." she waved her wand and some lights came down around them and the cradle.
"For true love conquers all." Cherry stated.
But King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and their decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom on that very day be burned. So it was done. The fairies and kids were resting as Flora was looking down at the large fire in town center.
Fauna had waved her wand and had a teapot come with a few teacups. "Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow."
"Well, a bonfire won't stop Malificent." Merryweather spoke up.
"Of course not," Flora sighed. "But what will?"
"Is it okay if we help?" Atticus asked.
"You can try, but we must be properly introduced." Flora told her as she sipped her tea.
"Well, I'm Atticus, and that's Cherry," the boy said, pointing to the girl with glasses, then the girl with the bandana. "And that's Mo. She's my girlfriend."
"Nice to meet you all, you know us as the fairies," Fauna said as she gave herself another cup of tea. "Well, perhaps if we reason with Malificent."
"Reason?" Flora looked at her.
"With Malificent?" Merryweather added.
"Well, she can't be all bad." Fauna shrugged.
"Oh, yes, she can!" Flora said, nearly nervous and determined.
"One of you should turn her into a frog." Mo chuckled.
"Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say." Fauna said to her.
"Besides, we can't," Flora added. "Our magic doesn't work that way."
"It can only be good, to bring joy and happiness."
"Well, that would make me happy." Merryweather agreed with what Mo suggested.
"But there has to be someway..." Flora tried to think, then instantly had an idea. "There he is!"
"There he is?" Merryweather asked.
"What is it, Flora?" Fauna added.
Cherry, Atticus, and Mo looked around as well.
"I'm going to..." Flora was about to tell them, then decided to make it a secret. "Shh, shh, shh! Even walls have ears... Follow me, you three can come too." she made herself small, then turned the humans small to join them.
Fauna and Merryweather helped them as they were small now and went inside something that was on the table. As Merryweather got in, she locked the door.
"I'll turn her into a flower!" Flora revealed her idea.
"Malificent?" Merryweather asked, confused.
"Oh, no, dear, the princess!" Flora giggled.
"Oh, she'd make a lovely flower." Fauna beamed.
"Don't you see? A flower can't prick its finger, it hasn't any." Flora explained.
Merryweather agreed with them, but thought of something that might be trouble for the flower idea. "Until Malificent sends a frost..."
"Yes, a-" Flora then saw the downside as well. "Oh, dear!"
"She always ruins your nicest flowers." Fauna added sadly.
"You're right and she'll be expecting us to do something like that." Flora paced.
"But what won't she expect?" Merryweather asked, desperate. "She knows everything."
"Oh, but she doesn't, dear," Fauna said back. "Malificent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy the helping earnest. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy."
"I should say so." Cherry snorted.
"That's it!" Flora got excited. "Of course! It's the only thing she can't understand and won't expect." she then thought of a plan quietly to herself to tell the King and Queen about.
"Explain what?" Merryweather overheard some of it.
"About the three peasant women and their children raising a foundling child deep in the forest." Flora explained in her answer.
"That's very nice of them." Fauna cooed.
"Who are they?" Merryweather asked.
Cherry, Atticus, and Mo were curious too.
"Turn around." Flora told them.
The five of them turned around to look at their reflections. Flora had zapped them with her wand to give them peasantish clothes. Merryweather cringed and gasped as hers was hot pink.
"You mean... WE? Us?" Merryweather sounded surprised.
"Take care of a baby?" Mo added.
Flora nodded to her.
"You should be fine sicne you have to look after Junior all the time." Cherry reminded Mo of her new family life in London to provide experience with looking after a baby.
"I guess." Mo shrugged, but still felt gross to be forced into another dress.
Merryweather changed her outfit to blue so she would feel comfortable now. "But will we have to feed it?"
"And wash it, and dress it, and rock it to sleep," Fauna sounded excited to be a temporary mother. "Oh, I'd love it."
"You really think we can?" Atticus asked.
"If you humans can do it, so can we." Flora stated.
"And we'd have our magic to help us." Merryweather sounded confident now.
"That's right." Fauna smiled.
Flora was on her way out, then rushed to the others. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic! I'll take those wands now," she took Fauna and Merryweather's wands. "Oh, better get rid of those wings too."
"You mean live like mortals?" Merryweather was very distressed about this idea, eventually having her wings and wands taken away. "For 16 years? Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic."
"And that's what Malificent will never suspect." Flora said to her.
"But, who'll wash and cook?"
"Oh, we'll all pitch in."
"I'll take care of the baby!" Fauna chirped.
Flora turned herself to normal size and went off to tell the king and queen about their news. She forgot to turn the others back to normal though and she did one last time. The humans followed the fairies to start helping protect Aurora for the next sixteen years. So the King and Queen watched with heavy hearts as their most prized possession disappeared into the night. Fauna made sure Aurora was nice and snug before they set off and went to leave into the forest.
