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Sleeping Beauty-Thundercats style (Part One)

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Once upon a time, as all stories begin; there lived a peaceful kingdom which was ruled by a good king and his gentle queen. Both were kind and treated their subjects well; helping others in need when needed.

The castle was always filled with laughter and merriment; from the kitchens all the way to the highest tower. And it is on such a day that a wish was granted to the good queen. What kind of wish, you ask? Well my dears; see for yourself….

The morning sun rose as it did every other day; setting the sky aflame with gold and crimson. The golden red rays coaxed the flowers to open their petals and the birds to sing their ‘hellos’. The people inside the castle walls began the same routine as always; the baker set out the day’s first fresh bread and sweet meats, the blacksmith warmed up his forge, the stable groomed the horses, and the shoemaker set out the next piece of leather for a new order of boots for a little boy.

The children played games and watched the adults work or sometimes helped if it was needed. At times, Boin, a young monkeian with brown fur and brown eyes, would join in a game or do a couple of magic tricks to entertain the young ones; pulling a little bunny from his cap or a making a flower appear for a little girl.

Yes…everything happened as it did every day. Nothing changed outside the castle. Nor did it inside the castle. Up in the third level of the stone castle, the ladies in waiting were hard at work making cloth. They did this every day until dinner when the sun had left the sky…making the finest of fabrics. The ladies were hoping to finish the cloth before their ruler, King Alexander, returned from a peace treaty meeting with a neighboring kingdom.

Their fingers were quick and their movements fluid like a mountain stream as they worked.

Whir, Whir, Whir went the spinning wheels.

Click, Clack. Click, Clack went the looms.

In and out went the needles.

Everything was almost singing, which each its own part to play. The ladies were so busy that they didn’t see Boin peeking through the window. He was done with the children for the day and wanted some more fun. So, he took a big breath and used it create a strong force of wind that was powerful enough to make the window of the sewing room burst open.

The ladies squealed and raced to catch the bobbins and spools of thread as they rolled all over the room.

Boin laughed at this, before almost falling off his branch. He often wondered if he should’ve been the court jester rather than an apprentice to a wizard, since he loved jokes and what not. His laughter was cut short when he heard soft crying and looked down to see the Queen, Lia, sitting on a stone bench and weeping. She was wearing a yellow gown; the color of butter or honey, and had a red rose in her lap. The delicate looking gold crown rested on her head as her brown locks tumbled to her shoulders.

One of the ladies in waiting, a snow leopard, turned to her friend, a crane, and asked, “Why is the queen crying so?”

“The poor dear…she wishes for a child. She and King Alexander have tried everything; healers, charms, old remedies…and still nothing. The only thing that could help now is magic. But the King doesn’t believe in that.”

Boin had heard every word. He looked at the sobbing queen, then to the old oak in the middle of the kings garden where his mentor lived. Could he…? Yes, he believed he could do it. Boin quickly scampered down the tree and walked up to the queen.

“Um, your majesty?”

Queen Lia looked up with a start. “Oh, Boin. You startled me, what-what can I do for you?”

“Why do you cry so?”

“I…I want a child! I’ve always wanted a child of my own to raise; but I fear I shall never have my wish.”

“I can grant it.” Boin said.

Queen Lia eyes widened. “You? How?!”

“I’ll need to mix a potion for you to take tonight…I just need to gather the ingredients and bring it to you before you sleep.”

“Can you really do it?” The queen begged. “Can you grant me my wish?”

Boin grinned. “Of course! But you need to do something as well; you must give me the handkerchief you used to dry your eyes, and you must sleep with that rose you have under your pillow.”

“Very well, I’ll do as you say.”

“And now I must be off.” The monkey said while bowing, before quickly grabbing a sack and running off to do his errand.

First on the list was: a tuff of fur from a young rabbit’s tail. That had been easy since the blacksmith’s new helper had just arrived. Boin quickly plucked a bit and disappearing quickly as the young lad yelped. He put the fur the sack and scratched that off the list.

Next was: a pint of cider. This, too, was easy as the shepherds always had more than they needed in the larder. Boin quickly snatched a small clay bottle and smelled it before putting it in the sack. Apple cider…a good choice. He scratched that off the list too.

Last on the list: snow from the mountain’s peak. Boin scratched his head, this would be tougher. How would he be able to keep the snow from melting? He pondered this ‘til he had an idea. He had a large Snow owl take him to nearest snowy mountain’s peak. There he filled a vile full of snow and placed that carefully in the sack, before having the owl take him to mentors house in the kings garden. It was twilight when he landed, and everyone was either eating dinner or getting ready for bed.

“Master! Master! I need to talk to you!”

His master, an old fox poked his head out the window. “Boin?! Where have you been?”

“Doing something good, master!” the brown monkey said, with glee. He ran inside and placed his sack on the table.

“And what exactly is this good deed?” The wizard asked, crossing his arms. “This better not be one of your silly little tricks, Boin.”

Boin shook his head, “Oh no, no master! It’s not. I’m going to grant Queen Lia’s wish; to have a child! I’ve got all the ingredients for the potion.”

The old wizard raised a white eye brow. “Oh have you? Then let’s get to work; grab the book and turn to the bottom of page 85.”

Boin happily climbed up the ladder and fetched the book before opening it as his master brought the bag over to the pot hanging over crackling fire.

“Frist, a pinch of grounded Toadstool-”

“Boin…I said the bottom of the page.” His master growled.

The apprentice blushed in embarrassment and quickly looked at the right spell. “A tuff of a rabbit’s tail.”

The old wizard reached into the bag and added the furry white fluff to the pot.

“A fistful of snow from the mountains peek.”

Boin’s mentor opened the jar and dumped the snow in.

“A pint of cider.”

The old man opened the bottle and sniffed, before smiling. “Apple Cider…a fine choice.” He then poured it in; careful not to waste a drop.

“And last something from the mother.” Boin finished, while handing the queen’s handkerchief to his master.

The old fox nodded, and dropped it into the pot before stirring its contents. The water turned a celestial blue and the two wizards grinned.  Boin watched his master pour some into a small vial and put a cork in the top.

“Now go give this to Queen Lia, Boin.”

“Yes, master!” Boin said while saluting. He took the vial and transported himself into the Queens bedroom.Queen Lia had changed into her white nightgown and was placing the rose under her pillow. She prayed that Boin would keep his promise on granting her wish for a child. The queen gave a start as Boin appeared in the room and bowed to her before showing her the vial of blue liquid.

“Here you are; your majesty. The potion to grant your wish.” He said, smiling.

Queen Lia numbly took it and poured the vials contents into the water goblet by the bed. “Oh please,” She begged. “Please let this work.” As she raised the cup to her lips, the sound of her husband coming to bed made her stop.

Boin quickly became invisible; he would get a scolding if he was found in the royal bedroom by the king. Even if did have the queens permission and was helping her.

The King came into the room wearing robes of dark green; bringing out his pale green eyes. His short brown hair touched his shoulders. He raised a brow when he saw the queen still awake.

“Why are you still up, dearest?”

Queen Lia blushed. “I couldn't sleep…so I thought some water might help.”

“Then may I have some? For I’m parched as well.” He started to take the goblet, but the queen pulled it out of reach.

“My love please, this is mine. Pour some for yourself, there’s plenty of water.”

Boin was getting worried that the potion might spill…and then the queen would never get her wish. He quickly threw a small nut at a shield, which hung on the wall. It bounced off with a long clang.

Alexander looked towards the sound; which gave the queen enough time to swallow the potion in one gulp. When her husband looked back at his wife, she was setting the empty goblet down and climbing into bed.

“What’s going on, dear?” He asked, curiously.

“Nothing, my love.” Queen Lia said, with a secret smile. “Nothing.”

Boin mentally sighed in relief, before flying through the window and back to his masters house. The whole night they prayed for Queen Lia and waited for the spell to work.

They didn’t have to wait long…for two days later the royal healer told the queen the news she always wanted to hear: she was with child!

The whole kingdom celebrated; feasts were made, wine was poured, beer was sipped, and music was played for three whole days and nights. Such merry making was ever heard or seen in a long time.

Fall became winter and many gifts were given to Queen Lia for her baby; toys, clothes, even a cradle. The kingdom was anxious to know if they would have a prince or a princess…even King Alexander shared their excitement. Same was for Boin…who was happy that Queen Lia kept her promise by adding him the guest list of the christening for when the child was born. He was now welcome in the castle, and he kept the serving children busy those long cold months when they were snowed in.

Finally, when the leaves and grass began to grow again…Queen Lia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had her mother’s blue eyes and her father’s dark brown hair. And they gave her the name: Leona.

A few weeks after the birth, the king and his queen began the preparations for Leona’s christening. They invited all the lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, counts and countesses in all the land. Plus all the DEFENDERS/GUARDIANS of the land.

“Why the Defenders, Lia?” The King Alexander asked. “We have enough guests already.”

Queen Lia playfully slapped his arm, “This is our first child Alexander, and we must make it special. I want the Defenders to be here to give their blessing onto Leona.”

King Alexander knew better than to argue with his wife, so he nodded. “Alright, Lia. We’ll invite them.” He turned to a young servant and said, “Go and tell the head cook that the Defenders will be coming. He knows what to do.”

The servant ran off to carry out his orders.

The Kitchen was full noise; clanging of pots and pans, sharpening of knives, vegetables being chopped, plates being washed and voices being or shouting in conversation. And in the midst of all the chaos was the head cook himself; a roly-poly Ocelot waving a spoon like a sword and barking out orders like a general. “I said to make the soup with pumpkin…not radish! Are you deaf?! And you; you were to take the peelings to the rubbish heap…yet they’re still here!”

This is how the servant found him, and, treading carefully, cleared his throat. “Um, sir?”

“What is it?! I’m a little busy here!”

“I-I know sir. But King Alexander sent me to tell you that the Defenders will be attending the party and he also said you’d know what to do.” The servant said.

The cook nodded, and bade the boy to follow him to a shelf where plates made of solid gold were.

Now the thing about Defenders or Guardians is: they can only eat off gold plates in a stranger’s home. That’s the rule everyone must follow. If it’s not…then disaster would follow depending on the Defender and their power.

The cook knew that there were seven fairies in the kingdom so began to count as he took the plates off the shelf and handed them to the boy. “One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…”

He paused on the number ‘seven’, for instead of feeling the plate…he only felt the wood of the shelf. The cook paled, this wasn’t good. They only had seven plates…and it would take weeks to make an extra one. With shaking legs, the cook walked into the throne room where King Alexander and Queen Lia were looking over the decorations.

The king saw him first and bid him to approach. “What’s matter, good friend?”

“Your-Your majesties…we have a-a slight problem.” The cook stuttered.

“Yes? Go on.”

“T-There’s not enough plates!”

The whole hall went silent. Not enough plates? Oh no…

“Then we’ll have to take one off the list, sire.” An Ibis, who was an advisor, whispered to the king. He handed King Alexander the list of Defender/Guardians in the land. Both the King and Queen read down the list: the Defender Blue, Defender Green, Defender Yellow, Defender Purple, Defender White , Defender Amber, and Defender Red.

“How ‘bout the Defender Green?” Alexander asked his wife.

“No, Alex. He’s the Guardian of Bravery.”

“The Defender Blue then?”

“She’s the fairy of Faith.”

“White?”

“She represents love.”

“And Red?” Alexander asked, with defeat.

Queen Lia paused, “I’ve never heard of the Red Defender.” She turned to the advisor. “Have you?”

“Not for many years my queen.” He replied. “She’s a Dark one. Many believe she’s dead.”

The king breathed in relief. “Then we will take off Defender Red from this list.” He handed it back to the Ibis. “Send the rest of the invitations at once.”

And it was done.

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My friend, Sasowife, wanted me to do a fic with her OC's in her favorite fairy-tale. She even made the preview pic! 
The charater's, except for Lion-O and the THUNDERCATS, all belong to Sasowife. DO NOT STEAL!!!!
Took me while to make sure this first part just right...so I hope you guys like this!
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yumihikiaru245's avatar
he shouldn't have done that.