“Shes so… ugly.” A four year old Phillip says, looking into the crib of his newborn future bride, present in his hands as he makes a face. His father, King Hubert, and your father, king Stefan, along with your mother, Queen Juliette, laugh.

“Be nice now, my boy. That’s your future bride.” His father, King Hubert says firmly but gently. And much to Prince Phillip’s little self at age four, he scrunches his nose and pouts at his father. Walking back to him as the three good fairies fly in.

Flora, medium and chubby in red. Fauna, tall and thin in green. And Merryweather, short and chubby in blue. Land before King Stefan and Queen Juliette. “Your majesties..” They say in unison. “We come to bestow our gifts upon the little princess..” Flora says gently.

“But of course..” King Stefan says warmly. Flora, in red, flutters closer first. Her wand glowing faintly as she looks upon you with softness and grandmotherly tenderness. “Little princess, I bestow upon you the gift of beauty. With hair as dark as the midnight sky and lips as red as the rose. Loved by all who shall meet you, you will grow into fairness as soft as a light rain..”

Stefan and Juliette watch silently, side by side and gently smiling at the first gift. “I shall go next..” Fauna says gently, flying over when Flora flitters back a step.

Fauna’s wand glows a gentle green as she gazes down upon you with warmth. “Little princess.. I shall give you the gift of song. Charming all who hear it.. woodland or human.. like melodies from a harp, you shall sound like a choir of angels from the heavens above..”

But before Merryweather could give her gift.. wall scones blew out and a crow flew in from seemingly nowhere. Cawing as green fire erupted, touching nothing as Maleficent appears from within it. “What a lovely gathering..” She says calmly, the crow gliding down to land on the orb of her cane. “I was rather upset when I didn’t receive an invite.. such a silly mistake..”

“You weren’t wanted.” Merryweather huffs. Bobbing her sweet chubby face that’s twisted in anger.

“Weren’t- oh.. oh my.. how awkward..” Maleficent murmurs. “You are not offended, your grace..?” Your mother, Juliette murmurs gently. Kind as ever. “Offended? No, my dear.. I am not. And to show I bear no ill will, I too shall give a gift to the princess.” Maleficent says calmly. Smiling fiantly.

Flora, Fauna and Merryweather father near your crib protectively. As Maleficent raises her staff and clacks it down. “Listen well, all of you. The child shall indeed grow into grace, beauty and poise.. she shall be kind and generous, loved by all who meet her. But!” She says softly before her voice changes to a sharp note, swirling her hand over the orb of her staff, casting green light. “Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!” She proclaims.

Your mother, gasps, gathering you into her arms as your father reacts. “Guards! Seize that woman!” He orders. Guards follow command, moving with their spears and swords at the ready- “Stand back you fools!” Maleficent snaps, raising her arms and disappearing into a swirl of green as her crow follows cawing.

“Oh.. Stefan.. what will we do..?” Your mother, Juliette whispers, kissing your little forehead. “Is there.. nothing you can do?” Stefan asks the three good fairies.

“Merryweather still has yet to give her gift.. though we cannot reverse Maleficent’s magic.. Merryweather can change the laws of it just so..” Flora murmurs. Merryweather flitters closer to your mother, and raises her wand. Tearing up gently.

“Sweet Princess, if through this wicked witch's trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss, the spell shall break."

It was with heavy hearts your parents had to watch you go. Taken to an abandoned woodcutter cottage, deep in the woods to be raised by the fairies, where you would be raised until sixteen. Where maleficent couldn’t find you.