Author's Note: So, guys, this is a preview of a fanfiction I'm thinking I'll maybe do. It's Sleeping Beauty retold in Aurora's POV. What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments.
Briar Rose hummed to herself quietly as she picked berries from a bush. She smiled to herself: her aunts thought they could deceive her, but it was obvious they were planning something special for her birthday.
"I wonder what they're doing this year," she thought to herself. "Last year Aunt Fauna sew for me this shawl I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a flower pot for me to put my flowers in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special strawberry pie recipe. Maybe this year she'll do a blueberry pie."
A chirping caught her ear and she looked up to see her bird friends perched in a tree's branch to her right. Smiling, she took off her shawl and shook her hair to untangle the curls.
"I wonder... I wonder..." Rose sang. She knew her friends loved it when she sang. "I wonder why each little bird has a someone," she looked dreamily at a couple of birds.
"To sing to, sweet things to, a gay little love melody," graciously, she accepted the berry the owl offered to her. He was always so eager to please.
She soon stopped working, lost in her thoughts and her songs, in a world of her own. She crossed the woods to a very special place. Her aunts didn't know, but always when she went to the woods, she would stay hours in this spot, where she could stare at the castle.
"I wonder if my heart keeps singing, will my heart go winging," she sang as she reached the 'special spot'. There it stood, in a mountain and over the river, the majestic building.
Rose smiled fondly as memories rushed to her mind:
*Flashback*
Her petite frame perched in the tree's branch, the twelve years-old Briar Rose petted the soft fur of her small squirrel friend. Her hair was pushed back by a pink headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue shawl over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh grass and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her violet irises were in the castle over the river, the white walls turned grey by the night. It was the fourth night she would tiptoe out of her room and sneak of the cottage to her special spot in the woods. She had been fascinated by it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a castle and the royal family lived there. Briar Rose had asked her while they were having a picnic. She pretended she didn't notice the looks her aunts shared afterwards.
"There he lives," she whispered softly in the middle of the night. The squirrel, which was almost falling asleep, lulled by her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, you know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear more about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a love song to me," out of her mouth came the words her heart had been singing for so long."
The animals sighed happily, comforted by the sound of her melodious voice. Briar Rose smiled, resting her head over the handle of her basket. She didn't even remember her birthday anymore, all thoughts lost in her dream prince.
Briar Rose hummed to herself quietly as she picked berries from a bush. She smiled to herself: her aunts thought they could deceive her, but it was obvious they were planning something special for her birthday.
"I wonder what they're doing this year," she thought to herself. "Last year Aunt Fauna sew for me this shawl I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a flower pot for me to put my flowers in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special strawberry pie recipe. Maybe this year she'll do a blueberry pie."
A chirping caught her ear and she looked up to see her bird friends perched in a tree's branch to her right. Smiling, she took off her shawl and shook her hair to untangle the curls.
"I wonder... I wonder..." Rose sang. She knew her friends loved it when she sang. "I wonder why each little bird has a someone," she looked dreamily at a couple of birds.
"To sing to, sweet things to, a gay little love melody," graciously, she accepted the berry the owl offered to her. He was always so eager to please.
She soon stopped working, lost in her thoughts and her songs, in a world of her own. She crossed the woods to a very special place. Her aunts didn't know, but always when she went to the woods, she would stay hours in this spot, where she could stare at the castle.
"I wonder if my heart keeps singing, will my heart go winging," she sang as she reached the 'special spot'. There it stood, in a mountain and over the river, the majestic building.
Rose smiled fondly as memories rushed to her mind:
*Flashback*
Her petite frame perched in the tree's branch, the twelve years-old Briar Rose petted the soft fur of her small squirrel friend. Her hair was pushed back by a pink headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue shawl over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh grass and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her violet irises were in the castle over the river, the white walls turned grey by the night. It was the fourth night she would tiptoe out of her room and sneak of the cottage to her special spot in the woods. She had been fascinated by it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a castle and the royal family lived there. Briar Rose had asked her while they were having a picnic. She pretended she didn't notice the looks her aunts shared afterwards.
"There he lives," she whispered softly in the middle of the night. The squirrel, which was almost falling asleep, lulled by her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, you know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear more about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a love song to me," out of her mouth came the words her heart had been singing for so long."
The animals sighed happily, comforted by the sound of her melodious voice. Briar Rose smiled, resting her head over the handle of her basket. She didn't even remember her birthday anymore, all thoughts lost in her dream prince.
NOTE ♥ These are not my personal opinions necessarily. These are the results of a countdown, thus I am just reporting the majority's opinion.
9. Prince
We don't really know much baout this guy. We know he likes to sing. We know he's a prince. We know he likes to benchpress dwarves. Most of us agreed that he's too much of a wussy to take any control in the relationship. I mean, come on, what kind of prince has naturally pink lips? All he would ask of Snow White is that she keep the castle clean (which we know she loves doing anyway) and stroke his ego. Not too much of a demanding jerk,...
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9. Prince
We don't really know much baout this guy. We know he likes to sing. We know he's a prince. We know he likes to benchpress dwarves. Most of us agreed that he's too much of a wussy to take any control in the relationship. I mean, come on, what kind of prince has naturally pink lips? All he would ask of Snow White is that she keep the castle clean (which we know she loves doing anyway) and stroke his ego. Not too much of a demanding jerk,...
Cute
9.Snow White
Snow White has pretty light brown, long-lashed eyes, always filled with laughter and happiness, a lot of life.
Exotic
8.Mulan
Mulan's almond-shaped black eyes are always filled with pride and respect.
Soulful
7.Pocahontas
Pocahontas' jewel shaped dark brown eyes are soulful and filled with knowledge and wisdom.
Sultry
6.Jasmine
Jasmine's sexily-shaped brown eyes are sultry and always spark with a mischevious glint.
Deep
5.<b>Tiana</u>
Tiana' big brown eyes are always filled with determination and a bit of sass.
Sparkly
4.Belle
Belle's glittery...
by: JonnaSe, Onceuponaweenie, Diluka96, & Princesslullaby
This article took a lot of deciding and arguing. We feel it's a really important article to write and add to the article section, like so many of the 'favorites' articles and countdowns that have been made lately. It's crucial to make this. It's definitely not just making an article for the sake of making an article.
10.Ariel
Ariel’s knees aren’t there until the second act. They probably smell like fish. And they aren't even REAL knees. They don’t show the true depth and soul of her character. After all, everyone knows knees...
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This article took a lot of deciding and arguing. We feel it's a really important article to write and add to the article section, like so many of the 'favorites' articles and countdowns that have been made lately. It's crucial to make this. It's definitely not just making an article for the sake of making an article.
10.Ariel
Ariel’s knees aren’t there until the second act. They probably smell like fish. And they aren't even REAL knees. They don’t show the true depth and soul of her character. After all, everyone knows knees...
