Title : Sleeping Beauty Zoycite Author : Zoycite Rating : G Hello! I write Sailor Moon fiction that focuses on the villains, especially Malachite and Zoycite, my favorites. All of my stories are based on the English dubbed Sailor Moon. This story is based on Disney's Sleeping Beauty fairy tale, with a Negaverse cast. I always thought Zoycite would make a perfect Aurora. Zoycite's death scene reminds me of the sleeping princess - how she lays there with her eyes closed, and Malachite kneels before her, and holds her…sigh. Anyway, thank you to everyone who enjoys my stories! Feel free to email me with any comments or story requests at princess_zoycite@hotmail.com =============================================================== In a peaceful far away land, long ago, lived a handsome man named King Neflite and his fair queen, Avery. For many years had they longed for a child. Finally, their wish was granted. A daughter was born and they named her Zoycite. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the entire kingdom, so that all might pay homage to the infant princess. Our story begins on that most joyful day… A crowd of lords and ladies and knights proceeded to the castle, bringing presents and singing the praises of Zoycite and the royal family. They were so happy to finally have a princess to grace their kingdom. "Joyfully now to our princess we come Bringing gifts and all good wishes too We pledge our loyalty anew Hail to the princess Zoycite! Loved by every peasant, lord and every knight Hail to Queen Avery! Hail to King Neflite! Hail to the princess Zoycite!" Thus, on this great day did all the kingdom celebrate the long awaited royal birth of Princess Zoycite. And Neflite and Avery welcomed their life long friend, King Diamond and his young son, Malachite. (trumpet fanfare) "Their royal highnesses, King Diamond and Prince Malachite!" These monarchs had dreamed that one day their kingdoms they would unite. And so, young Prince Malachite was betrothed to the baby princess Zoycite. Stepping up to her cradle, Malachite brought his gift to her, looking unknowingly at his future bride. The gift was a crystal pendant in the shape of a rose. He dangled it above the cradle, and Zoycite smiled and reached up a small hand to touch it. In a twinkle of sparkling dust, the three sister fairies appeared – Catsy, Bertie and Prisma. They were the most honored guests at the celebration. The sisters curtsied to King Neflite and Queen Avery. "We may each bless Zoycite with one gift," said Prisma. "No more, no less." They approached the cradle. "Oh, what a little darling!" exclaimed Bertie, looking at the cute little copper haired girl smiling up at her. Catsy was the first to give her gift. "Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of eternal beauty." She waved her wand and pink sparkles surrounded the cradle, as soft music began to play. One gift, beauty rare – Shining copper for her hair Eyes as green as the stem of the rose She will be pretty wherever she goes… Next, Prisma presented Zoycite with a gift. "My gift to the princess will be the gift of song," she said and waved her wand. One gift, the gift of song – A gift to last her whole life long A voice as sweet as a melody Her laughter and singing most heavenly And so, Zoycite had her beautiful golden voice. Next, Bertie approached the cradle. "Sweet princess, my gift shall be – But just as Bertie was about to give her gift, the wicked sorceress Emerald appeared, in a dark cloud of purple smoke. "It's Emerald!" shrieked Bertie. "What does she want?" demanded Catsy. "Quite a glittering assemblage," said Emerald. "The nobility, the royalty, and ah, yes, even the goody goody three sisters," sneered the wicked sorceress. "Oooh, why that- "Shhh, Catsy, it's all right," said Prisma, holding her sister back. "I was quite distressed at not receiving an invitation," continued Emerald. "You weren't wanted!" said Catsy. Emerald gasped. "Not wanted – oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped that it was due to an oversight. Well, I'd best be on my way…" "You aren't offended, your excellency?" asked Avery nervously. "Why, no, your majesty," replied Emerald. "And to show it, I too, will bestow a gift on Zoycite." The three sisters moved protectively in front of the cradle. "Listen well!" said Emerald. "The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, with a golden voice and laughter, beloved by all who know her..." "What is she planning?" whispered Bertie. "I don't know," answered Prisma. "Whatever it is, it can't be good," said Catsy. "But before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, Zoycite will prick her finger on a rose thorn and die!" The assembled crowd gasped. Emerald cackled evilly. "Seize that creature!" ordered Neflite. But before any of the guards could get to her, Emerald vanished. "Stand back, you fools!" In a puff of dark smoke, she was gone as suddenly as she had come. "Oh, what will we do?" sobbed Avery. "Bertie still has her gift to give," said Catsy. "Then she can undo this dreadful curse?" asked Neflite hopefully. "Oh, no, your majesty, but she can help," said Prisma. "What shall I do?" asked Bertie. "Just do your best, dear," answered Prisma. Bertie said to Zoycite, "Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick, A rose thorn should your finger prick, Not in death, but just in sleep, The fateful prophecy you'll keep, And from this slumber you shall wake When true love's kiss the spell shall break." For true love conquers all… But King Neflite, fearful of his daughter's life, declared that every rosebush in the kingdom be destroyed. From then on, it was forbidden to plant or grow any roses. So all the rosebushes were burned in a huge bonfire in the courtyard. The three sisters watched from a castle window in a small tower room as every last rose was burned. "Oh, what a shame," said Bertie. "All those pretty roses." "Come, dear, have some cake. I'm sure it will all work out somehow," said Prisma, sitting on a cushioned stool with her favorite dessert. "A fire won't stop Emerald," said Catsy. "There must be some way," said Bertie. "We could turn Emerald into a toad," suggested Catsy. "Oh, no," said Prisma. "Our magic is only for goodness and making people happy." "That would make me happy!" said Catsy. "Oh, I've got it!" said Bertie. "I'll turn Zoycite into a little kitten. Then she can't prick her finger." "She'd make such a cute kitten," said Prisma. "Yeah, and then Emerald will send a pack of dogs after her," said Catsy. "Oh…" "Emerald will expect us to do something," continued Catsy. "And she'll see what we do. She knows everything." "Emerald doesn't know anything about love or kindness," said Prisma. "Of course! That's it! That's the only thing Emerald doesn't understand and won't expect!" "What do you mean Bertie?" It's simple, Prisma. Zoycite will be raised secretly by three peasant women, deep in the forest, until her sixteenth birthday. Emerald will never suspect." "Oh? And who are these women?" asked Catsy. "Turn around," said Bertie. Catsy and Prisma turned to face the mirror on the wall. Bertie waved her wand and changed their outfits into peasant women's clothes. "Us?!" exclaimed Catsy. "Yes, we will take care of Zoycite until she is old enough to be safe from Emerald's curse," replied Bertie, changing her own clothes as well. "And we can cuddle her, and sing to her…" said Prisma dreamily. "And we'll have our magic to help us," added Catsy. "No," said Bertie. "No magic. We mustn't use it - for if we do, we'll give away our secret." "But without our magic, how can we – "We'll manage, somehow, Catsy. Now, give me those wands." Reluctantly, Catsy and Prisma turned over their wands to Bertie, who put them in a magic wooden box and tucked it under her cape. "Let's go tell their majesties now." So Neflite and Avery watched with heavy hearts as their precious only daughter disappeared into the night. Many sad and lonely years passed for the king and queen. But as time went by, and it grew closer to Zoycite's sixteenth birthday, the people of the kingdom rejoiced, for as long as the purple mountains thundered with rage and frustration, they knew that Emerald's evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled. In her dark old castle, Emerald paced her throneroom, raging. "Sixteen years and not a sign of Zoycite! Are you sure you searched everywhere?!" She turned and demanded of one of her lackeys. "Yeah, we searched everywhere…all the cradles," replied her not – too – bright servant. "Cradles?…..Cradles?!………CRADLES!!!" Emerald shrieked hysterically. The dumb lackey laughed too. Emerald turned to her loyal assistant Sapphire. "Do you believe it, Sapphire? All this time, they've been searching for a BABY! Ahahahahahahaha!" Emerald held up her magic fan and zapped dark energy at her dimwitted minions. "IDIOTS!!! IMBECILES!!!" "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" "They're hopeless," sighed Emerald, sinking into her throne. "Sapphire, search far and wide for a maid of sixteen with copper hair and eyes as green as a rose stem. Go now, and do not fail me." "Yes, Emerald. As you wish." Sapphire transformed himself into a dark blue bird (the same color as his hair) and flew off in search of Zoycite. So the whereabouts of Zoycite had remained a mystery to all but the three good sisters in the woods. They called her Zoe instead of Zoycite and raised her lovingly. On this, her sixteenth birthday, they had planned a surprise for her. The sweet sound of Zoycite's voice could be heard singing happily as she dusted her small room in the cottage. She shook her cloth out the window and then went downstairs to see what her three "aunts" were up to. Meanwhile, the sisters had been plotting. "Now, we want this to be very special…I'm going to design a gown for her and – Zoycite entered the little kitchen. "Hello, aunt Bertie, Catsy, Prisma. What are you three dears up to?" "Up to?" asked Catsy. "Uh…" "We want you to pick some berries," said Bertie. "But I picked berries yesterday," said Zoycite, pouting slightly. "We need more," said Prisma. "Lots more!" "Okay," Zoycite agreed. It would be a good chance for her to get out…maybe even meet someone… "Don't talk to strangers!" Zoycite sighed. "Yes, aunt Bertie." She put on her shawl, took her basket and went off in search of berries. The sisters continued with their birthday plans. "Okay, girls, I'll design the dress…" "And I'll bake the cake!" said Prisma. "I'll get the wands," said Catsy, running up to the secret hiding place where the box was hidden. "No, Catsy, no magic, remember?" called Bertie. "But Bertie, you can't sew…and Prisma has never cooked…" "Oh, we'll manage. Now come here, Catsy. You can be the dummy." Catsy grumbled to herself as she stepped up onto the stool. Bertie threw some pale blue fabric over her. "Blue?!" "Yes, lovely shade, isn't it?" "But, I thought it should be pink." "Now, Catsy, I've already decided it's going to be blue. Blue will look much better on Zoe." "I guess…" Catsy began to sniffle. "Catsy, what's wrong?" asked Prisma from her messy workplace on the counter. "Well, I was just thinking, of how after today Zoycite will be a princess, and we won't have any more Zoe." "Oh, Bertie…she's right!" "We all knew this day would come," sighed Bertie. "We have had Zoe for sixteen years." "Sixteen wonderful years," said Catsy, wiping a tear off her face. The three sisters sniffled. "Oh, we're acting silly!" said Bertie. "Come on, girls, she'll be back before we get started!" Zoycite wandered through the forest singing as she walked. A little green bird came along and imitated her song. Prince Malachite, out for a ride in the woods, heard Zoycite's sweet voice. "Listen," he said to his horse, Silver. "It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I wonder what it could be…a fairy…a woodsprite…an angel…?" Malachite, determined to find out, rode around, trying to follow the beautiful sound of Zoycite's singing. Zoycite's voice rang sweet and clear through the forest. I wonder, I wonder I wonder why each little bird Has a someone to sing to – She saw two little birds, one green and one blue, flying together. The green one chased after the blue one and then they nestled together on a tree branch. Sweet things to A gay little lark melody I wonder, I wonder If my heart keeps singing Will my song go winging To someone who'll find me And bring back a love song to me Zoycite stared out at the kingdom thoughtfully, from behind a tree at the edge of the forest. The little birds fluttered around her. Meanwhile, Malachite urged his horse onward and he was so eager to get to the voice he didn't notice a low tree branch and fell into a small pond. "Ugh, that was not dignified at all. Good thing no one saw me." He hung up his cape and hat on a tree branch to dry and sat down to brush his hair. Zoycite sat down in her favorite spot for a chat with her little animal friends, including Jedite (dressed as an owl). "Why do they always treat me like a child?" wondered Zoycite. "They never want me to meet anyone," she said and sighed. "But you know, I have met somebody," said Zoycite, perking up. "Whoooo?" asked Jedite – owl. "A prince," answered Zoycite. "He's tall and very handsome, with long white hair and blue eyes…" (Malachite, of course…) "Oh, we walk together," continued Zoycite, "and talk together…and when it's time to say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, pulls me close and…" All the creatures looked at Zoycite expectantly. "…then I wake up," sighed Zoycite. "Yes, it's only in my dreams. But, they say if you dream something more than once, it's sure to come true. And I've seen him so many times…" Jedite – owl noticed Prince Malachite's cape and hat hanging on a nearby tree and got an idea. He went over and took them, while two bunnies hopped over and took Malachite's boots. Malachite was busy brushing out his long locks and didn't notice until they were hurrying off with his belongings. "Hey! Come back here!" shouted Malachite and ran after them. "Why, it's my dream prince!" said Zoycite when she saw Jedite - owl wearing the cape and hat. She giggled, curtseyed and began to dance with him, singing. I know you I walked with you once upon a dream I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam… Zoycite danced with Jedite - owl, as Malachite watched curiously from behind a tree. "What a beautiful girl she is," he thought. Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream Zoycite swirled around, letting go of Jedite - owl. He spun in the opposite direction away from her. Malachite saw this as his chance. But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once Malachite crept up behind Zoycite and took her hands, joining in her song. The way you did once Zoycite was so startled she stopped singing. She saw Jedite - owl across the glen shrugging his shoulders and knew that someone else was holding her. Malachite continued to sing… Upon a dream Zoycite gasped at the sound of Malachite's rich, handsome voice and broke out of his grip. She spun around and looked at him in surprise. "I'm sorry," said Malachite. "I didn't mean to frighten you." He smiled. "But I feel like we've met before." "We – we have?" asked Zoycite nervously, backing away. "You said so yourself. Once upon a dream." Malachite sang in his rich voice as he walked toward Zoycite… I know you I walked with you once upon a dream I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam… Mesmerized by Malachite's charm, Zoycite took his hand and walked with him. From somewhere above, a chorus continued the song as they began to waltz together by the pond. And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream Zoycite felt very happy. She and her admirer gazed into each other's eyes, not knowing each other's royal identities. Zoycite leaned against the handsome stranger as they rested by a tree. Well, he was not really a stranger – he looked like the man in her dreams… "What's your name?" Malachite asked. "My name…" Zoycite raised her head from its resting place on Malachite's shoulder. "Um…oh, no!" She moved away. "I can't tell you! Bye!" "But when will I see you again?" asked Malachite, calling after Zoycite as she ran. "Never!" she answered. "Never?!" Malachite exclaimed. How could he live without ever seeing such a lovely creature again? "Well, maybe someday…" "Tomorrow?" asked Malachite hopefully. "Tonight," answered Zoycite. "At the little cottage in the heart of the woods." Meanwhile, the three sisters were working on Zoycite's birthday surprises with little success. Bertie's dress looked like a rag doll's and Prisma's cake was leaning so badly to one side, the candles were falling off. The cottage was all messy with fabric scraps, thread, icing, and eggshells. "So what do you think of the dress?" asked Bertie. "Well, it's different…" said Prisma. "Um, how about the cake?" Bertie looked at the lopsided, dripping cake. "Well, it's not exactly the way it looks in the recipe book…" "I still think what I thought before," said Catsy. "We need our wands! Think of Zoe and what she would think of this mess!" "You know, I think she's right," said Prisma. Bertie agreed. "Okay, Catsy, get the wands. But be careful! We don't want anyone to see." Catsy happily got the wands out of the box. "Close the windows! Cover every crack," ordered Bertie. The sisters shut every spot where the magic light could escape from – everywhere but the chimney. "Now, I'll make the dress, Prisma will make the cake, and you clean the room, Catsy." Bertie waved her wand and the blue fabric took shape into a lovely dress for Zoycite. Prisma instructed the ingredients to follow the cookbook and make the cake. Catsy mumbled under her breath as she enchanted a mop. Then she noticed Bertie's blue gown. "Make it pink," whispered Catsy with a wave of her wand. "Huh? Pink?" said Bertie as the dress changed color. "No, make it blue." She changed the gown back to its pale blue color. "Make it pink!" said Catsy again. "Oooh…make it blue!" "Make it pink!" Catsy insisted. "Catsy stop it! Now, make it blue!" Bertie hit the dress with her blue sparkle dust. "Pink!" shouted Catsy "Blue!" yelled Bertie. "Pink!!" "Blue!!" "Come on, Bertie, you know that PINK would look better!" "Oh, get real, Catsy, BLUE is the best color!" By now the sisters were engaged in an all out pink and blue war. Shots of pink and blue color flew everywhere. Catsy would shoot pink, and then duck behind a chair. Bertie would shoot blue and shield herself with a tray she stole from Prisma. Some of the magic streaks bounced off the cauldron hanging over the fireplace, and shot up the chimney. Sapphire happened to be flying overhead and noticed the flashes of color. He flew down to take a closer look. "Hey, watch it!" said Prisma, as her white and golden icing was almost turned blue. Catsy shot at the dress again, but missed and hit Bertie, changing her dress to pink. "Ooooh, Catsy!! That does it!" Bertie shot a blue streak at Catsy and made her whole self blue, from her hair right down to her shoes. "Hey! Why you – "Girls, stop fighting! Don't you think that we have more important things to do!" Prisma stepped in between Catsy and Bertie and got hit with their magic, becoming a mess of blue and pink color. "OKAY!" said Prisma. "That's it….GREEN!!!!!!!!" She swirled her wand around furiously, turning everything to green – the dress, herself and Catsy and Bertie's clothes as well. "Gee, Prisma, you didn't have to do that…" "Ugh, green?!" "Catsy, Bertie, personally, I think it – Suddenly, the sound of Zoycite's voice could be heard approaching as she happily sang "Once upon a dream." "Oh no!" cried Bertie. "Clean up and hide! Hurry!" The sisters hurriedly tidied up the room (and themselves) and then hid. Before hiding, Bertie cast one final spell on the gown. "Make it blue," she said. Zoycite entered the little cottage and saw the pretty birthday cake and the gown. "Oh," she gasped. "Surprise!" shouted the sisters. Catsy noticed the blue gown and was about to change it when Prisma grabbed her wand. "Be good, Catsy!" "Gimme my wand!" "Shhh!" said Bertie. "You'll ruin it for Zoe." But Zoycite was too happy to notice the sister's bickering. She had fallen in love. "I have a surprise for you," said Zoycite. "Oh, wait until you meet him…" "Huh?" said Catsy. "Him?" asked Prisma. "Yes, I met the most wonderful man today…" "Oh!" gasped Bertie. "Where?" "Oh, once upon a dream…I mean, in the woods," said Zoycite. She sighed. "He was just like the man in my dreams…" The sisters exchanged worried glances. "I invited him to the cottage tonight!" Zoycite beamed with happiness. Then she noticed the sister's worried expressions. "What's wrong?" "Oh, Zoe, we're sorry, but you mustn't see that young man again," said Bertie. "But – why not?" asked Zoycite. "Because you're going to marry Prince Malachite," said Catsy. "Marry a prince?" asked Zoycite. "But to do that, I'd have to be…" "A princess," said Catsy. "And you are," said Prisma. "You are the Princess Zoycite." "And we are bringing you back to the castle tonight for your wedding celebration," said Bertie. "To Malachite." "But…but…" "We know it's a shock dear, but that's why we didn't want you to meet any strangers…you can't be seeing this young man if you are going to marry the prince." "It can't be…" said Zoycite. "Bertie's right, dear. Tonight we are taking you back to your parents at the castle," said Prisma gently. "Oh, no!" cried Zoycite and burst into tears. She ran upstairs to her room. "And we thought she'd be so happy," sighed Prisma. Unseen, Sapphire grinned from his hiding place perched in the doorway. So that girl was the princess Zoycite. He flew off to tell Emerald that Princess Zoycite was returning to her rightful home. Elsewhere, King Neflite and King Diamond were toasting to the future of their kingdoms, now that it was Zoycite's sixteenth birthday at last and she and Malachite could be married. The minstrel Jedite brought some wine for the two men, making sure that he drank a glass himself for every one that the kings drank. "Ah, do play for us, Jedite," requested Diamond. "A toast, to the princess!" Skumps! Skumps! A toast to Zoycite! Her beauty is rare Her future is bright My son she will marry Our kingdoms unite! Skumps! Skumps! Skumps! Jedite drunkenly strummed his lyre, stumbling around in the background. But the kings were too caught up in their own conversation to notice. "It isn't over yet,"said Neflite, still a little uneasy. "She still has yet to make it here, Diamond." "She'll make it, not to worry," said Diamond, pouring another glass of wine. Suddenly, they heard a trumpet sounding Prince Malachite's arrival. Malachite came racing into the courtyard, where he was met by Diamond. "Malachite, where have you been? There isn't much time, you have to get dressed for your wedding…" "Father, I've met the girl I'm going to marry…" "What – you mean Zoycite?" "No, a peasant girl I met in the woods." "A…peasant…girl?" asked Diamond unbelievingly. "Yes, and I am going to see her at her cottage tonight," said Malachite. He began to sing the words of "Once upon a dream." "Impossible, Malachite!" interrupted Diamond. "You are going to marry the princess Zoycite, not some peasant girl." "Father, I am going to marry the girl I love," said Malachite and rode off. "Malachite, wait!" shouted Diamond. "Great, how am I going to tell Neflite?" he wondered gloomily. Poor Zoycite was led to the castle. The sisters thought she would be overjoyed, for what little girl didn't dream of being a princess? And now, that was going to come true for Zoycite. She would be Princess Zoycite and marry Malachite, a very attractive prince. But all Zoycite could think about was her handsome stranger. The sisters led Zoycite into a small room and seated her at a dressing table before a mirror. They conjured a royal crown for her to wear. But when they placed it on her head, tears fell from her eyes. Bertie took the necklace that young Prince Malachite had given her long ago, and placed it around her neck. "Here, dear, this crystal necklace was a gift from your betrothed, Prince Malachite." Zoisite sobbed and put her head down on the dresser. "Let's give her some time to herself," suggested Prisma. "Just a few minutes." The others agreed and left Zoycite alone in the room. Emerald, who had rushed to the castle, appeared in the form of a glowing light. In a trance, Zoycite stood up and followed it through a secret passage leading to a high tower. In the tiny room, Emerald appeared with a beautiful pink rose. "It is a gift for you, my dear," said Emerald. "From your handsome stranger who loves you. Take it, my sweet." Zoycite reached for the beautiful flower, whose stem was covered with sharp thorns. The moment she touched it, a thorn pricked her finger and she collapsed on the floor. The sisters, sensing trouble, rushed up to the tower, calling Zoycite's name. They found her, too late. Emerald cackled. "Fools! Here's your precious princess." She pulled back her cloak to reveal Zoycite, lying on the cold stone floor. Emerald laughed with glee and left, her curse complete. "Poor King Neflite and the queen," said Prisma. "They'll be heartbroken when they find out," said Catsy. "They're not going to," said Bertie. "We'll put them all to sleep until Zoe awakens." So the three sisters placed Zoycite on a bed in the tower and cast a dreamlike spell over the whole castle. As she was putting the two royal fathers to sleep, Bertie happened to overhear part of a conversation. "About Malachite, Neflite….well it seems he's fallen in love with some peasant girl…" "What?!" said Bertie. "Who?" she demanded of the half – asleep Diamond. "Just some peasant girl," Diamond said sleepily. "Peasant girl?! Where did he meet her?!" Bertie wanted to know. Diamond yawned. "Once upon a dream…" Meanwhile, Malachite had ridden off to the cottage to see Zoycite. Knowing that he was the only one who could break her spell, Emerald had set a trap for him. Her minions were waiting to capture the prince. Malachite dismounted and tapped on the door. He found that it was open and stepped inside. He looked around, and was surprised to find it dark and empty – at least it had looked empty, but out of the shadows came Emerald's minions, who attacked Malachite and tied him up. Malachite struggled to free himself, but he was greatly outnumbered by these nasty creatures. Emerald emerged from the darkness. "Good work," she said to her servants. She whisked Malachite away to her castle. "Now, Malachite," said Emerald, smiling. "I give you a choice. You can marry me, or you can stay in my dungeon for a hundred years." Malachite glared at her. "I am going to marry the girl I met in the wood. No one else," said Malachite. Emerald laughed. "Surely you would much rather marry a powerful sorceress than some wimpy little peasant girl." "I will not marry you," said Malachite. "So be it!" said Emerald angrily. "Lock him up in the dungeon!" She had hoped that Malachite would marry her, to prevent him from being with Zoycite, but a dungeon would do just as well. But the sisters now knew that the handsome stranger Zoe had fallen in love with was the prince, and the only one who could break Emerald's evil spell. They hurried to Emerald's castle. They found Malachite chained up in a room in the dungeon. Using their magic, they melted his chains. "Who are you?" asked Malachite. "No time to explain," said Bertie. "But you must know this – the peasant girl you have fallen in love with is none other than the princess Zoycite." Malachite stared at them in disbelief. "Look," said Prisma, and created a vision of the lovely sleeping Zoycite. "Emerald has cast a spell over her." "And only you can break it," said Catsy. "With true love's kiss." She sighed. It was so romantic. Determined, Malachite stormed out of the cell. "Wait," said Bertie. "Arm yourself with the Sword of truth and the Shield of Virtue." Malachite took the weapons against evil and they ran to the stairs. Sapphire saw that Malachite had escaped and ran to warn Emerald. Furious, she hurled boulders at him. Her minions shot arrows and poured boiling water down at the prince. But the sisters transformed every bad thing into something positive. Bertie made the arrows into flowers. Catsy turned the boulders into bubbles, and Prisma made a rainbow out of the water. And so Malachite made it safely from the castle. Zoycite lay in the tower, in a deep sleep, dreaming of Malachite… Sleeping Zoycite fair Shining copper is your hair Eyes green as the stem of the rose Dreaming of Malachite in slumber, repose One day he will come Riding out of the dawn And you'll awaken to true love's kiss Till then, Sleeping Zoycite sleep on One day you'll awaken to love's first kiss Till then, Sleeping Zoycite, sleep on Malachite made it to the castle, but Emerald caused a forest of thorns to grow and surround it. Malachite hacked his way through, determined to reach his love. In a rage, Emerald transformed herself into a purple and black dragon. "Now shall you deal with me, Malachite, and all the powers of evil!" Emerald spit fire at the prince and snapped at him with her sharp teeth. Malachite blocked the fire with his shield, and stabbed at Emerald with his sword. But he could not seem to get close enough. Emerald backed him up on the edge of a steep drop, and knocked his shield away. Bertie cast a spell on the sword. "Sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!" Malachite hurled his sword at the dragon and it penetrated deep inside her heart, killing the evil. The dragon disintegrated. Malachite rushed up to the tower where his true love lay sleeping. He drew a deep breath. Zoycite looked absolutely beautiful, lying on the bed in her princess gown. Malachite leaned down to kiss her, and Zoycite's eyes fluttered open. She saw Malachite and smiled. And so, the kingdom awakened and Prince Malachite and Princess Zoycite were married that day. Avery was overjoyed to see her beautiful daughter. The three sisters watched from a balcony as music began to play and the couple waltzed across the hall. "Hmmm…" thought Catsy. "This would be just perfect if only Zoycite's gown was pink…" She waved her wand and transformed the gown. Bertie sighed. It was all so dreamy…a wonderful fairy tale ending…wait a second – was Zoycite's gown pink?! "Blue," whispered Bertie. Zoycite's dress changed to blue. Catsy and Bertie kept waving their wands, sending pink and blue sparkles. And so Zoycite's dress changed color with every twirl of the dance. Until finally, as she leaned forward to kiss Malachite, it turned a lovely shade of green.