Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a king and queen. They longed to have a child and, after years of waiting, their wish was granted. A daughter was born. They named her Aurora after the dawn because she filled their life with sunshine.
To celebrate her birth, the king and queen declared a holiday. Guests traveled from near and far to visit the tiny princess, including three good fairies named Flora, Found, and Merryweather.
Each fairy would bless the princess with a single, magical gift. Flora blessed the child with beauty Fauna gave the gift of song. But before Merryweather could cast her spell, a gust of wind blew through the great hall.
In a flash of lightning, a tall, dark figure appeared. It was the evil fairy Maleficent, who was furious that she hadn’t been invited to the party.”
“I, too, have a gift to bestow on the child,” she said with a wicked grin. “Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die! “And with that, she disappeared in a burst of foul green smoke.
The king and queen were panic-stricken. Flora tried to calm them.” Don’t despair, “she said.” Merryweather still has her gift to give.
“Although her magic green smoke was not strong enough to undo the curse Merryweather did have the power to help.
And so, with a wave of her magic wand, Merryweather declared, “Not in death, but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. From this slumber, you shall wake, when True Love’s Kiss the spell shall break.”
Still, the fairies thought, perhaps there was an even better way to save the princess from the curse. What if they pretended to be a peasant woman and raised the princess as their own in a secret, far-off place for sixteen years? If Maleficent could not find Aurora, how could she harm her?
The king and queen sadly agreed to the plan, knowing it was the only way they could protect their daughter from Maleficent. They watched with heavy hearts as the fairies changed themselves into humans and disappeared into the night with the princess.
By morning, the fairies and the princess arrived at an old cottage deep in the woods, which became their home. The fairies stopped using magic and pretended to be Aurora’s aunts. They called her Briar Rose, so no one would leam of her whereabouts. That would keep her safe from Maleficent.
The years passed quickly and before they knew it, Briar Rose’s sixteenth birthday arrived. To celebrate, the fairies planned a surprise – they would make the girl a beautiful dress and a delicious cake! But first, they had to get her out of the cottage. So they sent her to pick berries.
Briar Rose enjoyed strolling through the woods. As she walked, she sang to the forest animals who had become her friends, all the while dreaming of a tall, handsome prince.
Little did she knew that a real prince just happened to be riding through the forest the very morning
“Hear that?” The prince said to his horse, Samson. The sound of Briar Rose’s sweet voice had drifted over to him. The prince was enchanted, he had to find out where it was coming from!
Eagerly, he urged his horse into a gallop but as Samson leaped over a log, the prince fell off. He landed in a creek with a most undignified splash.
“No carrots for you!” he scolded as he climbed out of the water. He laid his hot, cure, and boots out to dry. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder about the voice he’d heard. It was almost too beautiful to be real.
“Maybe it was some mysterious being, he said, a wood sprite, or a…”
But his thoughts were interrupted by the shocking sight of his wet clothes beginning to fly and hop away. Briar Roses animal friends were calling them!
“Why, it’s my dream prince!” Briar Rose laughingly declared when the rabbits and birds appeared before her, dressed in the stolen clothes. “You know, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we have met before.” And while the real prince looked hidden behind a nearby tree, Briar Rose began to sing and dance with her dressed up forest friends.
As Briar Rose turned away, the real prince quickly stepped in. When he began to sing with her, she spun around.
“Oh!” She gasped. Her three aunts were always warning her to stay away from and strangers there was something so familiar about this young man (whom she never dreamed was an actual prince). She could help but feel that they had met before.
Long into the afternoon, Briar Rose and the prince sang and danced together, and before either one could help it, they had fallen in love.
When Briar Rose finally returned to the surprise party that awaited her at the cottage, it was her aunts who were most surprised.
“This is the happiest day of my life,” Briar Rose said with a sigh. Then she told them about the young man she’d just met, and how she’d invited him to the cottage that very evening.
“This is terrible,” moaned Flora. “You must never see that young man again.” She explained to Briar Rose that she was already betrothed, and had been since birth to a young prince named Phillip.
“But how could I marry a prince!” Briar Rose asked, “Td have to be …”
“… a princess, “Merryweather finished.
The fairies then told Briar Rose about her real parents and her real name. Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather changed themselves back into fairies, wrapped the princess in a cloak, and set off for the palace immediately.
Prince, Phillip raced to the palace and knelt beside the sleeping beauty. Ever so gently, he kissed her on the lips. He sighed with relief as she opened her and smiled at him.
Soon, a grand, joyous wedding was announced. True love had conquered all!