Author's Note: So, guys, this is a anteprima of a fanfiction I'm thinking I'll maybe do. It's Sleeping Beauty retold in Aurora's POV. What do te 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 anno Aunt Fauna sew for me this scialle I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a fiore pot for me to put my fiori in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special fragola pie recipe. Maybe this anno she'll do a mirtillo 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 scialle 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 Amore 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 cuore keeps singing, will my cuore 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 pelliccia of her small scoiattolo friend. Her hair was pushed back da a rosa headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue scialle over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh erba and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her viola irises were in the castello over the river, the white walls turned grey da 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 da it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a castello 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 da her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, te know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear più about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a Amore song to me," out of her mouth came the words her cuore had been Canto for so long."
The animali sighed happily, comforted da 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 anno Aunt Fauna sew for me this scialle I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a fiore pot for me to put my fiori in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special fragola pie recipe. Maybe this anno she'll do a mirtillo 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 scialle 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 Amore 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 cuore keeps singing, will my cuore 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 pelliccia of her small scoiattolo friend. Her hair was pushed back da a rosa headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue scialle over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh erba and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her viola irises were in the castello over the river, the white walls turned grey da 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 da it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a castello 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 da her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, te know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear più about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a Amore song to me," out of her mouth came the words her cuore had been Canto for so long."
The animali sighed happily, comforted da 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.
Here are the results of the Princess of the mese Hairstyles Countdown!
This is originally a BelleAnastasia's idea, she started to make countdowns for princesses' songs, hairstyles and outfits each month. She made the other articoli with results only with images, so I continued her tradition, because personally I think it's not bad.
I'm really glad she let me do Aurora's countdowns, I hope te enjoy my pictures!
Share your opinion if te agree o disagree with something.
This is originally a BelleAnastasia's idea, she started to make countdowns for princesses' songs, hairstyles and outfits each month. She made the other articoli with results only with images, so I continued her tradition, because personally I think it's not bad.
I'm really glad she let me do Aurora's countdowns, I hope te enjoy my pictures!
Share your opinion if te agree o disagree with something.
Snow White-Christina Ricci
Cinderella-Katherine Heigl
Aurora-Kate Hudson
Ariel-Rachel McAdams
Belle-Natalie Portman
Jasmine-Kim Kardashian
Pocahontas-Nicole Scherzinger
Mulan-Zhang Ziyi
Tiana-Brandy
Rapunzel-Kristen Bell
Cinderella-Katherine Heigl
Aurora-Kate Hudson
Ariel-Rachel McAdams
Belle-Natalie Portman
Jasmine-Kim Kardashian
Pocahontas-Nicole Scherzinger
Mulan-Zhang Ziyi
Tiana-Brandy
Rapunzel-Kristen Bell