They lived happely ever after

Chapter 1 - The Prophet

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Authors note: I keep my promises. I will try to give out one chapter each day in December. Today is  the first chapter. It may be some typing errors but i hope you like it. So lets begin ....
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The prophet had been tasked with giving all the newborn babies their prophecy. The next five years would be rather busy. She knew that while she was looking at two prince babies, one would be the heir. She always loved giving prophecies to princes. One of them had to be a hero. First, she went to the firstborn prince. She took on his forehead.
Images flashed by. A sword and a shield. The prince looked a lot like his father. He was tall with brown eyes and hair. He looked strong, determined, ready to fight. An enormous dragon was raging in the sky with green flames. A beautiful woman was asleep. Waiting for her true love to kiss her.
The prophet opened her eyes.
“This prince is going to become a hero. “
Everyone breathed out in relaxation. Everyone wanted their children to be the hero, of course, they were happy.
Second was the second-born prince. She took on his forehead too.
Images flashed by again. The prince looked like his mother, a  little timid with white hair and blue eyes. Even the elven features were easier to see. Crippled, and the curse of always speaking the truth. He could see the past, the now, and the future. If someone should ask, he would answer. An evil queen and a sword pointing towards his older brother.
The prophet opened her eyes again.
“This prince will go against his brother. He will not get a happy ending.”
The next task was in a neighboring kingdom a few years later. The prophet saw the two princes; they were three years old. She took on the princess's head.
Images flashed by. The princess was beautiful. Long brown hair and nut-brown eyes. A princess longing for freedom. A tower and a witch. The princess was stuck there until she was saved by a prince.
The prophet opened her eyes.
“The princess is going to get her happily ever after.”
The next task was another kingdom a little further away. The princes were there again. They were five years old now. The little princess, who was two years old now, held her mother's hand.
She took on the princess's head. This time she was stopped. Maleficent. A dark matter flew through the throne room. Everyone fell on their knees, except a certain prince. He looked at the witch with his ice-blue eyes. Maleficent looked back.
“See what I am doing now, little prince. Maybe you find something useful in the future.”
Maleficent took on the princess's head. I could not stop her.
“This princess is beautiful. When the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleep-like death. Nothing can… She was about to continue. Every curse should mention how it is going to be broken. She can also say it’s not possible.  But the little prince was suddenly beside her. Was he going to help her?
He touched the princess. Maleficent was in the middle of the curse; she could not move before it was finished.
“I…t can be bjoken. … by tue loves kiss.”
Could he do that?
Maleficent power sent him flying to the other side of the room…