Once upon a time in the kingdom of Sunnydale, the king and queen Dingo gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He was incredibly cool so they threw a party. Everyone in the kingdom was obliged to come over and hang. But for some unknown reason the Dingoes forgot to invite the three hippest fairies in the land. And they were pissed.

The fairies being who they were decided to crash the little party and show Sunnydale's royalty how to party. They -of course just knew that their invites must have gotten misplaced- flew right up to where the king and queen were currently falling all over their new son. "Aww isn't he cute." Cordelia commented forgiving them all immediately. "Totally." Harmony agreed smiling 
at the little guy who just stared at their overly large hair. "I don't see what the big deal is." Aphrodesia replied still thoroughly upset at being over looked for the hugest party since well. . Ever.

Cordelia blessed the infant with musical abilities and then started dancing with Xander the knight. Harmony blessed him with charm and ran to the food tray. But Aphrodesia was not appeased by tea cakes. She stepped up to the cradle and intoned. "Now it's time for my blessings. They are three fold. First the boy shall be blessed with lycanthropy."

The crowd gasped. But they were too afraid of the fairy to stop her. "Second, the little prince will prick his finger on a guitar string and die at age 17. Oh and so will everyone who drank the punch."

Everyone stared at Aphrodesia for a minute and laughed nervously, taking it as a joke. She just turned red with anger, "I'm not kidding, that brat is dead at 17." She stormed out.

"Well, that was RUDE" Cordelia stated and walked up to the Baby with Harmony "Sorry about that, she's touchy." She said apologetically to the Queen who was currently paper white with fear.

Harmony shook her head "She never did have any patience with Kids."

The king came up behind them "Isn't there ANY way to stop this?" he asked. He stared down at his son who was currently sucking on his own fist.

"I can't do jack about the werewolf thing." Cordelia grumbled. "But say everyone doesn't die. They all go into like a supercoma. Then they wake up when someone comes and kisses the sleeping wolf. How's that?"

Harmony crinkled her nose in disgust "Who would kiss a.. I mean that's good Cordy." She said flipping her hair out of the way to look down at the Baby " Or you could just keep him away from guitars Until he's 19 then he wouldn't be able to prick his finger. Right?" She glanced around and the kings face light up "That's IT Burn ALL The guitars in the kingdom by order of the KING. Tonight" He said in a bellowing voice that rocked the whole hall.

A huge bonfire was lit in the center of the courtyard. All manner of stratocasters, fenders, Ibenez and Alverez were consigned to the fire. And for the first time in his young life, Prince Oz cried. 

~~~~~~~~~~time passes~~~~~~~~~~

Oz glared at the oboe. It just didn't have the right sound. He needed something like the harp, only fuller. Maybe a Xylophone. . . Oz rummaged through the trunk of instruments as his advisor Devon looked on.

"You know what you need, man, er Prince Oz?" Devon leaned back and relaxed against the box of non-stringed instruments. "A guitar." 
Oz glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow "Sounds good.. you don't happen to have one do you?" Devon grinned. This was easier than he thought. Aphrodesia was going to be happy. He unbuttoned the shiny black case and pulled out an Alverez with a tobacco sunburst patterned into the wood. It was irresistibly beautiful. The veneered wood fairly glowed.

"Here." He placed the instrument in Oz's hands.

Oz smiled. His hands struck a beautiful E flat diminish ninth, but his finger slid along the strings as the vibrations died away. As the first drop of blood hit the strings, Oz passed out.

A hundred years later...

Willow lugged her basket down the path up to the old castle. Her mother who seemed to believe hard labor was still the 'it' thing for young girls had told her not to come home without at LEAST two dozen roses of different colors for the little 'gathering' she was having tonight. Willow wasn't even allowed to come to it and her Mom wanted her to do work for it? How rude. 

She only needed a few yellow roses and she would have the complete bouquet but did she Really want to go into the old palace's grounds? There was an old legend around the village that it had once been a prospering kingdom and then it had just dried up one year and nobody tried to go back. Something about sleeping princes and punch drinkers . . . Did she dare?

Willow sighed. It was close. It was full of wild roses and her feet were killing her. One little short cut wasn't going to hurt anyone. Especially her aching feet.

Walking forward slowly, Willow noticed the thousands of roses climbing stone walls and pooling beneath old apple trees. It was absolutely beautiful except it felt so lonely. Willow broke off a red rose and stuck it in her hair. "Now if I were a wild yellow rose, where would I grow?"

Willow shielded her eyes to the sun and glanced up "Figures." She muttered glaring evilly at the Yellow roses hanging from the high towers. Well, she would just have to climb up there and get some.. Because she was certainly not going to wander around for the rest of her afternoon 
looking for yellow roses for her up tight mother. She found a door covered in ivy carefully pushed it open.

The castle was crawling with roses and thorns. Willow was awed by the silent beautiful place. She walked quietly to the nearest staircase. It was huge. She had a long climb ahead of her. Exploring a little, she spotted a ruined tapestry on the wall. It was of the phases of the moon. Willow felt the fabric as the soft moons glittered in the fading moonlight.

Then she continued up the stairs. Sighing she pushed open the tower doors. Hopefully she wouldn't have to lean out the window to pluck the flowers. She was not the most balanced maid.

As Willow finally came to the top of the stairs she noticed two slumped guards laying in front of a large door. "Odd," she mumbled remembering that people said the castle had been deserted for almost a hundred years. What were guards doing there?

Staring at the guards she realized that flowers had grown over them and grass was peeking through the souls of their shoes. Willow moved passed them. They were so still as if dead. She almost bolted. But her curiosity rooted her. She wanted to know. Was the prince legend true?

She came to an ornate oak door covered in white roses. Willow placed all her weight on it. As it squeaked open she strained to see past it into the room. If he was here she wanted to see him.

Willow steadied herself and stepped into the dusty room, it was completely dark except the large doors that let the light through. The room was simple a small dressing table and door that looked like it had been closed for an eternity and a bed with heavy curtains around it. Well, if he was anywhere He would probably be behind the curtains. She walked over to the bed and reached for the heavy fabric.

Twitching the fabric, Willow got a mouth full of dust and was so busy sneezing it took her a full minute to notice the hottie. Blinking, Willow gawked. The young man lying in the bed was incredibly gorgeous. His red hair was spiky and unkempt. His flesh was pale from no sun, but his hands were incredibly noteworthy.

He was dressed like a prince. Clothes slightly out of date, which would be probably because of the whole hundred years sleep thing he had going on. Still out of date and all wasn't so bad as specially since on him it still looked trendy. She watched him for a few seconds and then looked closer. Was he even breathing?

Willow climbed onto the bed. Boldly she leaned in to see if she could see his chest moving. Laying her head against his warm chest, she felt his heart thumbing steadily. "Oh, good. You're not dead."

Then she slid along the bed and looked down at his closed eyes. Wondering what color they were, she let her eyes be dragged along his handsome features to his lips. Willow blinked. Then she swallowed. Did she dare?

"If I kiss you, you won't know right? Because of the being asleep thing and the hundred years of stillness." Willow touched his cheek. "But there's kinda no point in kissing you if you don't kiss me in return. Then again..." Willow leaned down and touched her lips to the sleeping prince's. Suddenly she was enveloped in strong arms and the kiss deepened.

Breaking away, Willow tried to remember how to breathe.

"Hey. This is a great way to wake up. I hope you want to do it again because... You have the sweetest surprised look on your face."

Willow attempted not to fall off the side of the bed and stood up "I uh... I'm... sorry I shouldn't even be here.. Again?" She asked realizing what he said and stared at him in shock.

The Prince reached out and caught her hand. "Agains are good." He smiled charmingly and Willow tried not to fall into his eyes.

"Green." She breathed.

The Prince gave her a confused stare. "Your eyes. I had wondered...

A brilliant grin caught fire in his eyes and hit his lips. "I think it's too soon, but I desperately want you to come back into my bed." He blushed a little when he said it.

Willow blushed furiously and jumped when the door slammed open by two guards picking vines out of their shoes "Are you all right your majesty?" one of them said watching Willow carefully and then smiling and bowing at her. "My lady, I am forever in your debt." He said and then stood back up.

"Debt?" Willow echoed. The Prince shrugged.

The guard felt the need to explain, but a huge explosion of pink smoke cut him off. A fairy with Gucci wings and a Ralph Loren dress stood before her. "Hey." She exclaimed, flicking imaginary dust off her shoulders.

Cordelia turned to the prince and smiled "Such a cutie." she said and glanced at Willow "You should be proud. You broke the curse on the castle and its prince. Now he can take back his kingdom or whatever."

Cordelia said and flipped her hair over her shoulder "I'm sure you two will be very happy, these things usually work out." And with that she poofed out of the room in search of Xander maybe they could find a closet.. It had been a hundred years.

Willow glanced at the Prince. He grinned. Standing up he pulled her into a loose embrace and kissed her again. Willow melted. "Is this the part where we live happily ever after?"

Prince Oz kissed her again. "Pretty sure."

The End