I was reading Save the Cat! Goes to the Movies and I realized if you apply the formula it only reaches step 11(inverted) False Victory.
The problem with Sleeping Beauty is that it isn’t finished.
I wrote Roused to finish it and now I understand why.
~ The Fairies’ Plan A - Part 14 - Rescuing the Princess
Phillip waited impatiently in the courtyard with Samson as the kings and men were preparing themselves. The Three Good Fairies came swooping down. “Oh, Phillip. We just heard. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I woke up this morning and Aurora was missing, there was a blood trail that went over the balcony, and over the outer wall. We are going to try and pick up the trail once the kings and men are ready.” Phillip stated tersely. The fairies exchanged looks.
~ The Fairies’ Plan A - Part 13 - The Return of Briar Rose
“It’s going to be okay, Lily. I’m going to get us home,” whispered Briar Rose to her poppet Lily, her only remaining friend, as she pressed her back against the trunk of a tree in the darkness outside of the castle she had just escaped. She held Lily tight as they waited, as the sounds of the guards and the shadows of their torches faded into the night. It also gave her some time to rest. That climb had been hard. Jumping to the tree had been fun but she had been scared of missing the branch in the starlit darkness.
“This is going to be your room, dear.” Said Mom as she led them into a suite of rooms almost as big as the cottage.
“Thank you. It’s so big. I don’t need anything this big, really.”
“Oh, you will, dear.” Mom said smiling.
Rose wandered around the room as her Mom and aunts talked about things old and blue. There was a really big bed. Since this was her room now, she decided to put Lily down on the bedside table. Lily looked happy there, and made the room feel not so strange anymore.
Rose stopped in front of the mirror, her dress was blue. She was certain it had been pink, when she put it on back in the cottage. She pulled on the skirts to see it better.
~ The Fairies’ Plan A - Part 7 -Divergence
Briar Rose walked home to the cottage with her basket of berries, after several quiet hours of wasting time with her friends. She was so curious about what her aunts had done for her birthday. They were such dears, but not very good at being sneaky. She had tried to give them plenty of time to do whatever it was they wanted to do. She knew it would take them a couple…several tries to get it right without her help.
It was finally springtime and young Briar Rose could go out of the house without her heavy, uncomfortable boots. Merryweather tried so hard but she just couldn’t make shoes that fit her comfortably at all. Snow got her feet cold too fast to have any fun outdoors in the wintertime. She staying inside most of the winter.
Rose and her aunts, well Aunt Merryweather, at least, had cleaned up around the cottage a little. Flora and Fauna had gone out to check on some things and would be back in the evening. So Rose had the afternoon to herself.
Rose had found a cave last summer and had remembered it this morning, so she skipped out to see how it had faired in the winter. She found a big she-wolf and a pair of cubs lounging in the sun.
Briar Rose quickly climbed into the trees.
“Hello, Mrs. Wolf. How are you and your pups today?” called Briar Rose from the high branch. It was important to be polite to your neighbors. She had already encountered wolves and after getting chased back to the cottage the alpha had said she was not prey, which was a great honor, but it was best to make sure, Aunt Flora said.
“Tired, these two nipple-nippers spent all night yowling and not sleeping, like they were supposed to.” The she-wolf said with a great big yawn that made Briar Rose yawn too.
Aunt Fauna had taught Rose more about how humans work, now that her monthlies had come. How she would go into heat each cycle, how her body expelled the preparations for a baby in her period and how to deal with it. Aunt Fauna said there would be a mate for her when the time was right. Though they had not said when that time would be. Rose was gracious and patient, the time would come, like spring time.
“Aw, mom, but it was fun,” the cubs said after yawning too. “Can she come down and play?”
“She may,” said the fine she-wolf.
“I’m not prey, right?” Briar Rose double-checked.
“You are not prey,” stated the she-wolf with a nod of her head.
“Where is the rest of the pack, if I may ask?” asked Briar Rose.
“They are attacking some goons that are in the forest. Disgusting hell-spawn.” The mama-wolf said with contempt.
Young Briar Rose leapt lower in the tree, surfed gracefully down a branch to the ground and soon the girl and the pups were rolling around on the ground frolicking and mock biting or tickling each other, as their species worked best.
Briar Rose could get her legs around around a cub and flip them over so she was on top. It was a great move she could do, but they could not.
Yhen one of the cubs yelped, everyone leapt away from each other, trying to look nonchalant, and the mother-wolf’s head snapped up.
“Ouch, that hurt! Mama, mama!” cried the pup rubbing her ear with a paw.
“What did I say about roughhousing?” said the she-wolf.
“To do lots of it, but stop if someone yelps,” replied the cub.
“That’s right. Come here and let me see,” said the mama-wolf. The little puppy walked over to her mother holding her head to one side. The mama-wolf sniffed at her pup, licked the ear and said, “It’s okay, you’re not bleeding, or anything. You’ll be fine.” Giving her young another lick on the forehead, like a kiss.
“May I see?” asked Briar Rose, Aunt Fauna had been teaching her how to help their forest friends.
The she-wolf nodded and Briar Rose gently looked at the injured ear. She could feel some indentations, but the fur had protected the skin. “Yes, everything looks fine. Ready for more play.”
“Oh yeah!” Said the puppy enthusiastically.
The Princess Aurora finds a way to charm her last big snake.