DISCLAIMER: I do not own the fairy tale, "Sleeping Beauty". That belongs to
the Brother's Grimm. However, I do own many of the characters depicted in
this fan fiction and the majority of the plot.
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Chapter One
The kingdom of Eldron had not always been so unfortunate, nor had the royal family always been cursed. There was a time when life was beautiful and sure, when fear and apprehension were not among the vocabulary of its inhabitants. There was a time before hatred. Before the shadow of evil fell across the land. Covering the misty mountain tops and pebbled seashores. There was a time before Sylvanna.
Eldest of the sovereign house of the fairies Sylvanna was placed upon the fey throne upon the death of her father, King Athanasius. Perhaps it will never be known why a creature of light fell into darkness. Some say the flower she was born from was withered. Some that she was born in the wrong phase of the moon. But most agree that it was the allure of power that corrupted her mind and heart. Power is a terrible, beautiful thing. It can seduce even the most chaste of men into darkness.
Whatever the reason, the spark of wickedness in her heart seemed to flame into and all-consuming blaze. At first it was just small things. The occasional offending firefly was turned to stone, the birds feared to sing in her presence for fear of her early morning temper. But it grew worse. Sylvanna's heart was black with greed and she began to crave more power. Lusting after even the human crown.
It was her brother who spoke out first. It was he who called the high council into secret meeting in a cloven pine during the cloaking darkness of the new moon. It was he who called for her removal at the first rays of dawn and it was he, who drove her from the forests, and from the throne.
Exiled, Sylvanna flew off to a lone island, across a lake of mist. She took up residence there and bided her time. Waiting for the precise moment when she would strike and wreck her revenge over the entire kingdom of Eldron. As each day passed the dark arts poisoned her blood and her power grew. Grew and grew until her body was merely a shell to evil.
As the years passed her fey siblings sensed the coming peril. The brother (strongest of the three siblings), sensing that is was wisest not to leave himself in a familiar place where Sylvanna could find and destroy him disappeared without a word even to his closest friends as to his destination, hoping this would by him the time he needed to plot her destruction. Sylvanna's sister, being left with the throne sought comfort in the arms of a mortal, and from that union a child was conceived.
Please read and review!
Chapter One
The kingdom of Eldron had not always been so unfortunate, nor had the royal family always been cursed. There was a time when life was beautiful and sure, when fear and apprehension were not among the vocabulary of its inhabitants. There was a time before hatred. Before the shadow of evil fell across the land. Covering the misty mountain tops and pebbled seashores. There was a time before Sylvanna.
Eldest of the sovereign house of the fairies Sylvanna was placed upon the fey throne upon the death of her father, King Athanasius. Perhaps it will never be known why a creature of light fell into darkness. Some say the flower she was born from was withered. Some that she was born in the wrong phase of the moon. But most agree that it was the allure of power that corrupted her mind and heart. Power is a terrible, beautiful thing. It can seduce even the most chaste of men into darkness.
Whatever the reason, the spark of wickedness in her heart seemed to flame into and all-consuming blaze. At first it was just small things. The occasional offending firefly was turned to stone, the birds feared to sing in her presence for fear of her early morning temper. But it grew worse. Sylvanna's heart was black with greed and she began to crave more power. Lusting after even the human crown.
It was her brother who spoke out first. It was he who called the high council into secret meeting in a cloven pine during the cloaking darkness of the new moon. It was he who called for her removal at the first rays of dawn and it was he, who drove her from the forests, and from the throne.
Exiled, Sylvanna flew off to a lone island, across a lake of mist. She took up residence there and bided her time. Waiting for the precise moment when she would strike and wreck her revenge over the entire kingdom of Eldron. As each day passed the dark arts poisoned her blood and her power grew. Grew and grew until her body was merely a shell to evil.
As the years passed her fey siblings sensed the coming peril. The brother (strongest of the three siblings), sensing that is was wisest not to leave himself in a familiar place where Sylvanna could find and destroy him disappeared without a word even to his closest friends as to his destination, hoping this would by him the time he needed to plot her destruction. Sylvanna's sister, being left with the throne sought comfort in the arms of a mortal, and from that union a child was conceived.
