I never really expected to post this. There was a thread on a roleplaying site called gaiaonline where you posted a truth or dare of writing for the person who posted next.
The dare: Rewrite the ending to a Disney movie. And I chose Sleeping Beauty. Here is the result. Enjoy
Sleeping Beauty copyright to Disney.
I own nothing!!
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An Alternate Ending to Disney's Sleeping Beauty
Prince Phillip panted and quickly dove to the side of the rocky cliff. To think that the vile witch Maleficent had such a demonic form beneath her emerald skin, dark cloaks, and condescending tone. It was a horrific sight to behold for any mortal.
The dragon screeched and roared, fire mimicking its opposite forms flesh erupting from its gaping maw. The ebony scales that covered its massive body seemed to drink in the very light around it, the hardened flesh of the creature's belly in a dark mauve hue. Malevolent glowing yellow eyes pierced the clouded skies, forcing his heart to skip in terror as he pressed his back against the black patch of thorns and spikes behind him.
Phillip cried out in pain as he felt the sharpened points rip through the silk clothing of his royal garments and pierce his flesh. The crimson liquid that kept him and all other mortals alive dripped down the paling skin of his back.
With white knuckles, he gripped his shield and sacred blade, his jaw clenched and his gaze hardening in response to the dragon's bloodthirsty stare.
He had a maiden to awake. A fair-haired, pale maiden with pools of blue and full red lips. A princess endowed pleasing curves that locked inside the sincere heartbeat of a saint. Her long lashes had been closed for far too long, her breathing slow and leisurely for years in her magic-induced slumber.
He had to save her. It was his duty as a prince, as a man, as the woman's fiancée.
His duty was to never be completed. In his haze of blood loss and desire for the lady held beyond his reach by magic and stone, the dragon flew up and descended upon him from the stormy skies above, its jaw unhinging and forcefully pulling his body apart. His torso separated from his pelvis, his blood showered the morbid vines as the witch crunched on his bones and delighted in the taste of his organs.
The sacred shield and sword fell to the ground. A testament of a noble act left undone.
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