“Is Snow ever going to show up?” asked Rapunzel as she combed her short brown hair.
The girls sat in a circle on the cold wooden floor. They shared looks, but didn’t dare speak.
“We’ll need Snow before we can plan out our attacks.” Answered Pocahontas
Cinderella and Belle had stepped out a couple of hours earlier to gather information and ration packs. What used to be a green hills turned into gray ashes and military camps. The princesses, still in hiding, were wanted by the new “government” or what the people call “Queen Bee”
“I’m worried about Jasmine. She hasn’t eaten or stepped out of her room since the last 2 days.”
“She doesn’t even reply to Mulan” said Merida.
“Jasmine and Belle were extremely close...it must have killed a part of her when she found out that Al was dead.” Spoke Pocahontas.
“Hey, what happened to Belle? She didn’t act like this before...” questioned Mulan
Rapunzel stroked her hair while she mumbling.
“Well...”
Half a year ago
“It seems you know the story of the death of Ariel...although it started with Ariel, the problem seemed to automatically drift towards Belle, because she and Adam were the officials running the entire place.”
“...but that’s when she appeared.”
“Now you see, Belle and Beast loved their new occupation. They never argued or disagreed with each other’s actions. This...was a problem.”
Belle stamped the papers of new immigrants while Adam reviewed the paperwork.
“Belle, I’m gonna step out a bit. What would you like for lunch?”
“I feel like trying something new...maybe the Italian takeout food near Eric’s castle.”
He kissed the tips of her hair gently and smiled.
“My wife is such an amazing woman.”
Belle smiled.
“Before you go, take these. They’re important letters to Ariel, sent from the sea itself, arrived by conch shell. Pretty neat eh? ”
“Maybe we should go for some fish sticks and lobsters instead-”
“Adam!”
“I’m joking! I’m joking!” he chucked
“Take care.”
“I always do.”
As he made his way towards the castle, he noticed the Prince speaking to an unfamiliar female.
“Cheating behind her back again, aren’t you Mr. Prince?” Mumbled Beast under his breath
Beast made his way towards the two and overheard their conversation.
“-she’s...she’s dead!”
“Calm down your majesty, we’ll take baby steps, I have a plan...but first-”
Folks from the streets greeted Adam, and he was interrupted before he could hear the end of the female’s sentence.
“PRINCSH ADAM? ME EYE MUSHT BE FOOLIN ME” A husky accented Irish old man approached him. In his left hand he held a fish, in his right, a wooden cane that looked as if it travelled through time to get here.
“How do you do sir?” He let out his hand for the old man to shake, but instead of receiving a hand, he got the cane
The old man gave his perfect smile...except for the fact he was missing his tooth, the look he gave off encouraged the Prince to shake the cane.
Either the cane or the fish Adam, cane or fish
“DON’T BE SHY ME BOY, GRAMPS HERE’LL INTRADOOSH YOU TO IZ GRANDAUGHTER. SHE BE A LOOKER ALRIGHT!”
The young prince chuckled
“I’m married you see,”
“I DON’T SEE A RING!”
“That’s because-”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!”
“Yes Granddad?” That similar voice
“I FOUND ANOTHER ONE!”
“GRANDDAD! I’M BUSY HERE! I’ll talk to you later, your majesty”
A tanned slender female wearing a dark robe appeared. She stood out very much compared to the colorful outfits of the villagers, but her boldest feature was her lips. She had a face that looked angry and lips that sulked. The way she walked made her appear feisty
“Well...never knew Eric was into these types”
She curtsied
“Prince Adam, I assume?”
“You’ve assumed correctly.”
“The name’s Erin.”
“So I’ve heard...”
“S-sorry about the old chops back there...I swear, he doesn’t yell that often...only when he sees hot guys”
“I’m...married”
“I KNOW! That’s why it’s embarrassing!”
So he’s into these types...
“Speaking of which, what were you and Eric talking about, something about death?”
Her face dropped
“You’ve heard too much” she mumbled
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing! Anyways, tell me about you and your wife Belle...”
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Prince Eric sprinted across the green fields
ARIEL’S DEAD! SHE’S DEAD!
His mind kept recalling what his and Erin’s conversation
“go somewhere safe, where nobody will ever doubt you. I’ll handle the furball”
“Y-you don’t plan on hurting him do you?”
“Not...physically”
Should I trust her Ariel?
“Go. Time is wasting.”
He looked back and saw the two conversing. His heart dropped.
I’m sorry Beast. I really am.
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The Sequel to Disney's Happily Ever After
FanfictionHappily Ever After? Not in this sequel. An anonymous group of hooded people are planning a revolution and eradicating the happy go lucky fairy tales. One by one, the famous prince and princesses are either killed or separated from their loved ones...
