A.N: Hi this is one of my first fanfics, which is based on my sleeping
beauty. I'd also like to thank my friends Ruth, Jamie, rogue151, and many
other people for helping me with this fanfic!
Disclaimer: Kurt: *crying* Aqueous does not own us!
Peter Pan: *jumping up and down* she doesn't own us!!! Whoooo!
Aqueous: *shoots Peter Pan* As if I'd wanna own happy go lucky things like you!
Rogue:
Why, it's Wanda!
Storm:
What does she want here?
Jean:
Shhh!
Wanda:
Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Eric. Royalty, nobility, the
gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel.
[Storm starts angrily starts to fly towards Wanda but is held back by Rogue]
Wanda:
I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
Storm:
You weren't wanted!
Wanda:
Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely
due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.
Queen:
And you're not offended, your excellency?
Wanda:
Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall
bestow a gift on the child. [The fairies protect the cradle]
Wanda:
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.
Queen:
Oh no! [takes the child in her arm]
Wanda:
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Eric:
Seize that creature!
Wanda:
Stand back you fools. [disappears in a flash of lightning, laughing]
Rogue:
Don't despair, your majesties. Storm still has her gift to give.
Eric:
Then she can undo this fearful curse?
Storm:
Oh no, sire.
Rogue:
Wanda's powers are far too great.
Jean:
But she can help!
Storm:
But ...
Jean:
Just do your best, dear.
Rogue:
Yes ...
Storm:
Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should
your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I
give at thee. Not in death but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you'll
keep, and from this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss the
spell shall break.
Choir:
For true love conquers all (A.N what is with the choir? *shoots choir*
haha)
Scott:
But King Eric, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there
decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day
be burnt. So it was done.
[The fairies alone in the castle, drinking tea (AN: lol. Think about rogue drinking tea]
Rogue:
Silly fiddle faddle!
So, whatcha think?? Plz R. I know the starts lame but who cares. Not me!
P.S See that button by there? It's a summit a review button and I want to to press it, ok?
Peter Pan: *jumping up and down* she doesn't own us!!! Whoooo!
Aqueous: *shoots Peter Pan* As if I'd wanna own happy go lucky things like you!
Rogue:
Why, it's Wanda!
Storm:
What does she want here?
Jean:
Shhh!
Wanda:
Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Eric. Royalty, nobility, the
gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel.
[Storm starts angrily starts to fly towards Wanda but is held back by Rogue]
Wanda:
I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
Storm:
You weren't wanted!
Wanda:
Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely
due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.
Queen:
And you're not offended, your excellency?
Wanda:
Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall
bestow a gift on the child. [The fairies protect the cradle]
Wanda:
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.
Queen:
Oh no! [takes the child in her arm]
Wanda:
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Eric:
Seize that creature!
Wanda:
Stand back you fools. [disappears in a flash of lightning, laughing]
Rogue:
Don't despair, your majesties. Storm still has her gift to give.
Eric:
Then she can undo this fearful curse?
Storm:
Oh no, sire.
Rogue:
Wanda's powers are far too great.
Jean:
But she can help!
Storm:
But ...
Jean:
Just do your best, dear.
Rogue:
Yes ...
Storm:
Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should
your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I
give at thee. Not in death but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you'll
keep, and from this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss the
spell shall break.
Choir:
For true love conquers all (A.N what is with the choir? *shoots choir*
haha)
Scott:
But King Eric, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there
decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day
be burnt. So it was done.
[The fairies alone in the castle, drinking tea (AN: lol. Think about rogue drinking tea]
Rogue:
Silly fiddle faddle!
So, whatcha think?? Plz R. I know the starts lame but who cares. Not me!
P.S See that button by there? It's a summit a review button and I want to to press it, ok?