The Swan Princess: A Royal Family Tale

Long before the age

of kings and queens,

an evil force,

The Forbidden Arts,

came to Earth from the underworld

through a magical crystal.

The crystal was

his earthly domain

from which he gained

his strength and power.

His purpose,

to search the Earth,

then destroy any power

that might challenge him.

You think you have power?

I'll show you power!

But one day, to his horror,

he discovered a legend which

boded ill for the evil force.

"She will usher in

an Age of Goodness. "

No!

But it also told

of a Glowing Stone

and warned the good creatures of

the Earth to keep it safely hidden,

for the stone would give evil

the power to withstand

the presence of

the Swan Princess

and destroy her.

The Forbidden Arts

was enraged to know

there was a power

greater than his own,

until he devised an evil plan.

Yes! Yes!

He used his great powers

to hide the truth

and alter the appearance

of the legend,

hoping that any creatures who saw

it would fear the Swan Princess.

Having corrupted the legend,

The Forbidden Arts searched far

and wide for the Glowing Stone.

But he searched in vain.

As the ages passed, the

legend withdrew from view.

But then, one day,

the paws of a curious scullion

pulled it from obscurity.

"In a coming day,

"an evil Swan Princess

"will usher in

the Age of Despair

"and lay waste to the

Earth and its creatures. "

The false legend

worked on the scullions.

Fearing the Swan Princess,

they cut themselves off

from the rest of the world,

and lived in seclusion and passed

on their fears for generations,

just as The Forbidden Arts intended.

# Look to the night

and you might see her

# Casting a shadow,

a cloak of fear

# Better beware

and be on your marker

# We must prepare

for the day is near #

Centuries later Odette,

the Swan Princess, was born.

Her mere presence on Earth nearly

destroyed The Forbidden Arts.

No.

He escaped to his crystal

for refuge, and from there,

he frantically began his schemes

against the Swan Princess.

Sensing Lord Rothbart's

darK soul,

he drew the sorcerer to him

and promised him power untold if

he would destroy the Swan Princess.

But Princess Odette

and Prince Derek together

proved too strong

for Rothbart.

The Forbidden Arts remained

tortured by this truth.

He alone could never

destroy the Swan Princess.

And then,

fortune fell his way.

What have we here?

A thief!

Don't kill me, whatever you are! Please!

I will spare you,

but you will do my bidding

for the rest of

your worthless life.

And thus, The

Forbidden Arts renewed his efforts

to destroy the Age of

Goodness and the Swan Princess.

Hyah!

Derek, don't you think...

Ha!

Whoa!

I have a feeling

everything will be...

Oh, Derek!

You go.

She's, but...

I can't see! Who's there? Who is it?

Mother, it's me.

So cold. It's so cold.

Rogers, more blankets.

No, Derek, no.

If I could just hold

something warm.

But smaller. About

eight pounds or so.

Mm-hmm?

About the size of a baby?

I never thought of it

that way, but, yes!

I mean yes.

So this is what Odette

was trying to tell me.

Mother, you've done a lot of crazy

things to get me to do what you want,

but pretending to be dying?

Fake dying? Zat's genius!

Queen Uberta,

I salute you.

What else am I supposed to do, Derek?

Guess how many grandchildren

the Queen of Wixom has?

Go on, you just guess!

I don't know, four?

No! None!

But what if she has one

before me? Oh! The shame!

Mother, I promise, no one wants

children as much as Odette and me.

Then show me the baby!

Show me the baby!

Rogers, a little

help here.

Well, I'm getting

older too, you know,

and I want another child to

tutor before it's too late!

Et tu, Rogers?

Ha!

Latin! Which you

learned from me!

But I've no one to teach now.

I must teach or I'll

shrivel up like an old snail!

Next time you're trying to

send a message, use a hammer.

And sorry if...

Don't be.

I love your mother. Besides, I

want her to have grandchildren, too.

Yes!

Yes!

We can hear you.

Picnic?

I might have promised the

woodcutter we'd help him today.

Well, can't break a promise.

I'm so cold, so very cold.

You look fine to me,

Jean-Bob.

Yeah. Just a little green.

Look, I'm dying, okay? I've

got, like, 10 minutes max!

Now, I'm sure zere are some

maids and farmers' daughters

zat would like to

say goodbye to me,

so go find zem,

if you don't mind!

Oh, no!

Hey!

Watson's disease.

What?

He's got

all the symptoms.

Slimy skin!

Bulging eyes!

No ears.

We're gonna

miss you, little buddy!

Poor Jean-Bob.

He was such a

good little frog.

My favorite amphibian.

Why can't we do the double

drop with a reverse lashing?

We're master

trap makers, Cutter!

That's the best way to

finish off the Swan Princess!

No traps.

You know what

would be perfect?

The kingpin slider

with a knot turn!

You're talking crazy.

If we fail, the Hunter-Prince

is sure to track it back to us,

and then the Swan Princess would

come and wipe out all the scullions.

Is that what

you want? Is it?

Acknowledge!

Acknowledge!

'Course not!

Well then, you gotta

stop talking traps, Jojo.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I don't

know where me mind went.

No, no, no, it's okay.

I don't know.

Sometimes my brain...

Forget about it.

We've got work to do.

You know, a horse just

might get around that.

But not the wagon and

the Swan Princess, eh?

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