Author's Note: So, guys, this is a Предварительный просмотр of a fanfiction I'm thinking I'll maybe do. It's Sleeping Beauty retold in Aurora's POV. What do Ты 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 год Aunt Fauna sew for me this шаль I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a цветок pot for me to put my Цветы in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special клубника pie recipe. Maybe this год she'll do a черника, блуберри pie."

A chirping caught her ear and she looked up to see her bird Друзья perched in a tree's branch to her right. Smiling, she took off her шаль and shook her hair to untangle the curls.

"I wonder... I wonder..." Rose sang. She knew her Друзья 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 Любовь melody," graciously, she accepted the berry the owl offered to her. He was always so eager to please.

She soon stopped working, Остаться в живых 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 сердце keeps singing, will my сердце 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 мех of her small белка friend. Her hair was pushed back by a розовый headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue шаль over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh трава and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.

Her фиолетовый irises were in the замок 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 замок 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, Ты know," she said. "My dream prince."

The little animal seemed to be eager to hear еще about this 'him'.

"Someday. he'll find me and..."

*End of the Flashback*

"And bring back a Любовь song to me," out of her mouth came the words her сердце had been Пение for so long."

The Животные 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 Остаться в живых in her dream prince.