The unearthly shining ceased and the new man floated to the ground gently. Belle's eyes were wide as she tried to make sense of the last few minutes. Although she had seen the Beast's features melt away into the young man's, Belle couldn't wrap her head around it. Had her beloved Beast been under an enchantment? It was unlikely but was the only possible explanation. Whoever the man was, he was definitely wearing the Beast's clothes. Belle went to take a closer look but the man stirred and the unnatural wind seemed to be sucked inside him. She stepped back.

The man had long, disheveled, light brown hair. He looked quite muscular from the back. His shoulders were wide and his limbs were strong. The man pressed himself up as if he had just woken from a dream. He stood up and looked at his right hand then his left. He turned his palm around to look at the back curiously and almost in denial. He stiffened but then turned around quickly. His hair fell over his shoulders as he was flooded with light. He looked like he was pouting exactly like an expression that the Beast did.

Belle squinted in the beam of light to see if he held any similarities. The man stepped forwards and spoke.

"Belle,"

The brown haired man placed his hands on his chest at the sound of his own voice and took the woman's hands, who tried to step away unsuccessfully.

"It's me." he pursuaded.

Belle looked at him once more to find any likeness. Sure. He was strong like the Beast but so was Gaston. Belle ran her fingers through his light hair and found that it had the same softness. His mouth curled warmly in the same way and Belle was convinced just a little. Next was his nose. It was long and straight. Not like the Beasts muzzle at all, but then were his eyes. They were a startling blue and looked happy. They were bright blue pools, full of trust. Above all, they were the Beast's eyes. His eyes sat underneath two arched eyebrows.

"It is you!" Belle exclaimed happily.

Belle's hand cupped the man's cheek and they stared lovingly at one another. He brushed away strands of hair away from his love's face and gently cupped her neck. Belle's hands travelled to the broad expanse of the gentleman's chest at the same time. The transformed man bent down slowly and Belle went on her toes. Both of their eyes started to close and their lips met. A strange wind swooped around them. The male ran his arms down to Belle's back and held her there. Belle pressed her hands against the back of the head to hold his mouth to hers. At that moment, fireworks erupted and the sparks shimmered down. After they landed, the broken down building started to transform into its former glory. Belle and her love were in wonder as the castle walls were turned back into marble and the rooftops were made as good as new. The statues that had once been gargoyles changed into deities and roses grew all along the balcony. The large expanse of land below them was now green and fertile and no more weeds or thorns grew anywhere. The couple remembered that three of the beloved servants were there when they heard Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth and Lumiere gasp. Belle held hands with the man who she had known as 'Beast'. Lumiere hopped onto the balcony and was lifted up by the wind as he transformed into a long nosed, young man. He was tall, skinny and lanky with brown hair, tied back with a yellow ribbon. Lumiere was wearing a white shirt and cravat with a brown waistcoat. He had brown, leather shoes, yellow and brown breeches over white tights. The man placed his hands on Lumiere's shoulders.

"Lumiere!" he greeted cheerfully.

Cogsworth was too lifted up by the wind and transformed into a short, chubby, brown haired man with a small, piggy nose. Belle could just about see a wiry brown moustache that looked like his former clock hands. He wore a similar outfit to Lumiere's: A brown jacket with a yellow collar, edges and had a white cravat, brown trousers, white knee socks and brown, leather shoes. He also had his hair, possibly a wig, tied back in a yellow ribbon. Dangling from his coat pocket was a pocket watch. A symbol of what he had been. He was enclosed in a tight hug by his master.

"Cogsworth!" Belle's partner cried.

Then Mrs. Potts turned into a short, chubby, near middle aged woman with greying hair. Mrs. Potts's master adjusted her lavender cap so that she could see. Her cap matched the top of her dress, of which its skirt was a lighter shade. It must have taken all her money to buy. Over her dress she wore a white apron. Strangely there were no stains, rips or tears on any of the clothes apart from the master, who swept Mrs. Potts into the bear hug.

"Mrs. Potts." he sang "Look at us!"

The young man lifted them all up at the same time and set them down. The group heard scratching and scattering claws. The footstool dog ran onto the balcony with Chip bouncing on his back shouting "Mama, mama." The footrest, just like everyone else, was lifted up in the air by a wind and turned into a small, scruffy, brown and white terrier. Chip followed suit and transformed into a little, blonde haired boy with a missing tooth. He wore a white shirt, blue trousers and brown sandles. He reached up for his mother as she came forwards and picked him up, exclaiming "Oh my goodness!"

The young man took Belle by the waist and spun her around while the former candelabra cried "It is a miracle." in his heavy French accent. Belle and her love laughed joyfully. The young lady was set down and was pulled into another kiss that lasted a bit longer than the last. The young couple broke for air and grinned. The male grabbed his lady's hand.

"Let's go and find your father Belle."

The young woman smiled even wider and kissed his cheek.

"I'd be delighted."

The two said goodbye to Sultan and their friends and ran off, hand in hand.