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.
Castle!
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Here'my sequel to link Hope you'll enjoy this
Ariel: Emerald
Considered to be one of the rarest gemstones, they represent uniqueness and is considered to be the symbol of rebirth and venus (beauty). The deep green and hues of blue will give a striking contrast to Ariel's stunning red hair. The gem is also known to help you stay centered in your heart’s wisdom, and make choices from love and compassion, which makes it even a better fit with Ariel.
Belle: Citrine
Legend says that Cintrine dispels enchantment. It's golden orange with pink undertones compliments Belle fair complexion and...
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Ariel: Emerald
Considered to be one of the rarest gemstones, they represent uniqueness and is considered to be the symbol of rebirth and venus (beauty). The deep green and hues of blue will give a striking contrast to Ariel's stunning red hair. The gem is also known to help you stay centered in your heart’s wisdom, and make choices from love and compassion, which makes it even a better fit with Ariel.
Belle: Citrine
Legend says that Cintrine dispels enchantment. It's golden orange with pink undertones compliments Belle fair complexion and...
haterz will claim Let It Go was furthering the gay agenda, rlly I was just talking about my powers lol it ain't that deep
Hans' Austrian cousin.
It's just an Easter Egg.Nothing more,nothing less.
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