DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters, with the exception of the Singing Peasants and the Narrator. The plot is a folk tale and therefore not owned.

A/N: Here it is! The not-really-that-long-awaited sequel to Cinderalanna! If you read it, thanks for supporting me and reading this, too. If you didn't read it, read it once you finish this. Or read it now, then read this. It doesn't matter, just as long as you read both of them. Oh, and I know Sarra didn't become a goddess until Daine was older, but let's just say I'm using creative license.

Chapter 1: The Baby Auroradaine

Narrator: Once upon a time, in a land that's actually not too far away, there was a minor goddess by the name of Sarra. She learned she was with child, and went to tell her husband Weiryn.

Sarra: Weiryn?

Weiryn: [reading the newspaper, not really paying attention] Yes dear?

Sarra: I've got news!

Weiryn: OK, dear.

Sarra: We're going to have a baby!

Weiryn: Uh-huh.

Sarra: I hope it's a girl!

Weiryn: Whatever you say.

Sarra: Are you paying attention?

Weiryn: Uh-huh.

Sarra: Oh really?

Weiryn: OK, dear.

Sarra: Well, then, since you're paying so much attention, it's not really your baby. It's Tkaa the basilisk's.

Weiryn: Naturally.

Sarra: I THOUGHT so. And while I'm at it, I'll tell you that the house is on fire, too.

Weiryn: Uh-huh.

Sarra: WEIRYN!

Weiryn: [looks up from his paper] What?

Sarra: Tell me what I just said.

Weiryn: Ummm...you on the nice weather?

Sarra: WE'RE HAVING A BABY!

Weiryn: We're WHAT?

Narrator: The 9 months went by quickly, and several mortals appeared for the baby's naming.

Singing Peasants: Hail to the god! Hail to the goddess! Hail to the baby who's not named yet!

Sarra: Her name shall be...Auroradaine. Auroradaine Sarrasri.

Weiryn: SARRASRI?

Sarra: How would you like to have a name like Weirynsra?

Weiryn: Point taken.

Singing Peasants: Hail to the god! Hail to the goddess! Hail to the baby Auroradaine!

Sarra: We'll call her Aurora for short.

Singing Peasants: Hail to the god! Hail to the goddess! Hail to the baby Aurora!

Sarra: Would you shut up?

Weiryn: Oh, look, it's King Stephen and his son, Arram.

King Stephen: I've been trying to betrothe Arram for some time now. We have come to ask the hand of your daughter, Auroradaine.

Sarra: I'm not going to betrothe my daughter!

King Stephen: Well...erm...Weiryn agreed already...

Sarra: WEIRYN...

Weiryn: Well...I thought you'd approve...

Sarra: ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

Weiryn: [trying to change the subject] Look, it's The Three Really Nice Gifted People! Alanna, Onua, and Thayet!

Sarra: Also known as TTRNGP!

Alanna: Hello, your...[turns to Thayet] How do you address a god anyway?

Thayet: Your godliness?

Alanna: That's good enough. Hello, your godlinesses!

Onua: We are here with presents for your newborn daughter!

Thayet: I'm Queen, so I get to go first! [sparkly fire gathers on her hands] I give to you...the gift of being able to find your true love! [she touches the baby's head]

Onua: NOW ME! I give you the gift of...Wild Magic! [touches the baby's head]

Alanna: Oh, goody, I get to go last! I give you the gift of...being able to be a warrior like me! [before she can touch the baby's head, the air fills with the sound of cackling]

Ozorne: [appears in a flash, wearing a dress and wig] WHY WAS I NOT INVITED?

Sarra: Because you're a disgusting jerk?

Ozorne: I AM NO JERK! I AM THE GREAT OZORNELLA! FEAR ME!

Sarra: A jerk with an identity crisis...

Ozornella: Since you refuse to FEAR ME...I too have a gift for little Aurora.

Sarra: Oh, goody! We registered at Target and Sears...

Ozornella: [ignoring her] I give you this gift, Auroradaine. By the time the sun sets on your 16th birthday you shall prick your finger on the tip of a toothpick...AND DIE! [vanishes]

Sarra: Um...that was bad.

Alanna: Don't get upset, Sarra! I still have a gift to give!

Sarra: You already gave her that stupid gift of being just like you!

Alanna: Well EXCUSE ME...but I didn't touch her head, "Ozornella the Great" interrupted me. So, I can still give a gift.

Weiryn: [gasps] YOU CAN UNDO THE SPELL?

Alanna: Ummm...no.

Sarra: [starts to sob]

Alanna: [quickly] But I CAN help...

Sarra: How?

Alanna: By still making her just like me!

Sarra: How would THAT help?

Alanna: It wouldn't. But at least she'd be cool while she was still alive!

Thayet: Ummm...Alanna dear, I think they meant...something like...she'd not die, just sleep?

Alanna: Wouldn't they rather have her be like me?

Onua: You are impossible, Alanna. Just do what Thayet said, about her sleeping.

Alanna: OK, whatever. [sparkling violet fire appears in her hands] When your finger toothpick pricks, the result shall not be in death, but just in sleep, this prophecy may you keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss the spell shall break! [she touches the baby's head]

Thayet: I didn't know you could rhyme!

Alanna: It's one of my many amazing gifts. [bats eyelashes]

Onua: You're acting particularly conceited today.

Alanna: Why thank you!

Onua: It wasn't a compliment!

Thayet: Stop it! Have you forgotten the baby?

Alanna: Um, yeah.

Thayet: Onua's right. You're hopeless. [she turns to Sarra and Weiryn] Your godlinesses, the baby is still not safe here.

Sarra: Why not?

Thayet: Well, I did promise that she'd find her true love, but she might be awfully old when she does...so she might be sleeping for a while. You should try to prevent it.

Weiryn: BURN ALL THE TOOTHPICKS IN THE WORLD!

Singing Peasants: [to the tune of "London Bridge"] Watch the toothpicks burning down, burning down, burning down! Watch the toothpicks burning down, my fair goddess!

Sarra: You're not gone yet? Anyway, I'm not sure if that will work. Ozornella is sure to have some hidden toothpicks.

Thayet: You're right. That's why we're taking the baby down to Tortall and raising her.

Alanna: EXCUSE ME?

Onua: We're WHAT?

Thayet: Now, girls, it'll be a nice way to show our loyalty to the gods.

Alanna: Loyalty or no loyalty, I'm not changing diapers!

Sarra: Oh, please, it might save my baby's life!

Onua: And if we don't?

Sarra: I can always appeal to Mithros to have all of Tortall burned to the ground!

All of TTNGP: We'll do it!

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A/N: My first chapter of Sleeping Magelet! It has more of a plotline to it than Cinderalanna, but I think it's still funny. At least, I hope it is.

I know some people are very out of character, but it's supposed to be like that. Would it be funny if they all acted like themselves?

Review please!