Maleficent: Oh come now Prince Phillip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you – you, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold – King Stefan’s castle. And in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. … Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day.
And now, the gates of a dungeon part, our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love, with love’s first kiss.
And prove – “true love” conquers all!
Once upon a time there lived a king and queen who were unhappy because they had no children. But at last a little daughter was born, and sorrow turned to joy. The church bells rang in glad tidings. The king and queen celebrated with a christening and a feast. Seven fairies were invited to come to the christening as godmothers. But one old fairy who had left the land years before was forgotten.
The feast was splendid. And at the end of the feast, the youngest fairy stepped forward and said, “The princess shall be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.” The second said, “She shall be as sweet as an angel.” The third said, “She shall have grace in all she does or says.” The fourth said, “She shall sing like a nightingale.” The fifth said, “She shall dance like a flower in the wind.” The sixth said, “She shall play such music as was never heard on earth.”
Then the old fairy’s turn came. Shaking her head spitefully, she said, “When the princess is seventeen years old, she shall prick her finger with a spindle, and-she-shall-die!”
At this all the guests trembled and began to weep. The king and queen wept loudest of all.
Just then the wise young fairy, who knew of the old fairy’s hate and had waited, came from behind the curtain and said: “Do not grieve, O King and Queen. Your daughter shall not die. I cannot undo what my elder sister has done; the princess shall indeed prick her finger with the spindle, but she shall not die. She shall fall into sleep that will last a hundred years. At the end of that time, a king’s son will find her and awaken her.”
And you know the rest of the story…