The library doors opened to show the Host sitting at his desk. He sits with his back straight before starting to speak.
"Host welcomes all readers. I would like to try something, if you will let me. Here." He grabs a book. "This is a story about (Y/N). In a far away land,long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her (Y/N). Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day."
A crowd is on its way to the castle. Everything is bright and full of life. The crowd is joyous and are singing.
"Joyfully now to our princess we come, bringing gifts nd all good wishes too. We pledge our loyalty anew. Hail to the princess (Y/N)! All of her subjects adore her! Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the princess (Y/N)! Health to the princess, wealth to the princess, long live the princess (Y/N)!"
Inside the castle, everyone is talking in joyous voices.
Host continues his narration, "thus on this great and joyous day did all the kingdom celebrate the long awaited royal birth. And good King Arin and his Queen Suzy made welcome to their life long friend."
The announcer catches everyone's attention, "their royal highnesses, King Henrik and prince Jack. Fondly had these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms would unite," Host stands and walks to a more comfortable chair, "thus today would they announce that Jack, Henriks son and heir to Arin's child would be betrothed. And so to her Jacks gift he brought, and looked, unknowing, on his future bride."
"The most honored and exalted excellencies," continued the announcer, "the three good fairies. Mister Dan, Mister Chase, and Mister Wilford."
The three fairies arrived and looked at the cradle, "oh, the little darling!"
They continued to the highnesses, bowing "your majesties."
Wilford stood up, "each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less."
Wilford, a tall man, dressed in a light pink suit. Walked with an air of confidence, being the best at what he does. He did have a pink mustache that many questioned, but that was who Wilford was.
He walked to the cradle "little princess," he reached a hand out and held her little fist, "my gift shall be the gift of beauty."
Host smiled, "one gift, beauty rare, and full of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red rose. She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes."
Chase, the shortest of the three fairies. He wore a dark green suit. He held himself well, but lacked the confidence that Wlford had. Just like Wilford, except he didn't have a mustache, his hair was a bright green. He did a magic incantation wrong and his hair hasn't changed since.
He stood where Wilford stood, clapping his hands and holding her little feet. "Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song."
"One gift, the gift of song-" Host turned the page - "melody her whole life long. The nightingale's her troubadour, bringing her sweet serenade to her door."
Dan, a few inches taller than Wilford, wore a aqua suit. He had a cocky air of confidence, being close friends of the King and Queen can do that. But he was a sweetheart to those who knew him well. He didn't have anything extravagant with his hair or body. But his hair was long, curly, and down to his shoulders.
Dan walked to the cradle, whistling a tune before leaning close to whisper. "Sweet princess, my gift shall be..."
A blow of wind, the door of the castle swings open; lightning flashed and the static sizzled. Dark walks in while every steers clear of his path.
Wilford stands on Dan's right side "why, it's Dark."
Dan huffs and stands straighter, "what does he want here?"
Chase smooshed them both.
Dark continues walking towards the front. "Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Arin. Nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel."
Dan marches toward Dark but is held back by Wilford.
Dark continues, "I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation."
"You weren't wanted," hissed Dan.
"Not wa..? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way," Dark turned to walk out.
Suzy spoke up, "and you're not offended, your excellency?"
"Why no, your majesty," Dark faced Suzy, "and to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child."
All three of the fairies protect the cradle.
"Listen well, all of you!" Dark fizzes from blue to red. "The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her 18 birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die."
Suzy cries, "Oh no!"
She runs to the cradle and takes the baby in her arms.
Dark smirks up to Arin. Arin, in raged, yells. "Get that-that creature!"
Before anyone can do anything, Dark disappears in a fizz of static, ringing in their ears. It makes the baby (Y/N) start to cry as Suzy holds her closer to herself. Wilford walks to the worried parents.
"Don't despair your majesties. Dan still has his gift to give."
Arin looks to Dan in hope, "Then you can undo this fearful curse?"
Dan looks down in sadness, "no Ar- your majesty."
"Dark's powers are far too great," Wilford inputs.
Chase walked up next to Dan, "but he can help!"
"But..." Dan looks at Chase.
"Just do your best, dude."
"Yes," Wilford nodded.
Dan swallows and walks up to Arin and Suzy. Suzy smiled as she handed (Y/N) to Dan. He held her close to himself and sighed. He whistled a little tune and rocked the baby.
"Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give at thee. Not in death but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you'll keep. From this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss the spell shall break."
"For true love conquers all," Host continued. "But King Arin, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burnt. So it was done.”