Disclaimer: I don't own the Beauty and the Beast story, characters, or anything like that.
The castle shook and rumbled as volts of energy crashed down upon it. Dust billowed from the trembling ceiling. A section of it crashed to the ground, right next to Clara, very nearly missing her foot as she ran.
"Come along dear," she urged her son, beckoning swiftly with her hand, "We'll be safe in the kitchen." A red light flashed outside, bathing her child's innocent face in an eerie glow. He glanced out the window into the night sky. It was flashing and pulsing with magical swells. He watched as one magician streaked upwards in the sky, twirling and spinning. Another followed, dodging the trails of power the first left in his wake. As the first broke through a dark cloud, the other caught up. The first encased himself in a sphere of emerald light just as the second blasted golden fire at him. Realizing the fruitlessness, the second decided on another approach.
He blasted himself at the green one with an explosion from his feet. The two hurtled downward towards the green forest. They crashed into the trees and earth-causing a large explosion, catching the trees on fire. The smoke swirled and grabbed at the night sky, blending with the dark cloud. It crackled and sparked with lighting. Several moments passed, and the cloud fired a bolt of lightning down to where the wizards were dueling. As it struck the ground, Chevell saw it's sharp form melt into a swoop. The entire bolt was pulled down, absorbed by one of the magicians. The boy couldn't tell who it was, the fire and smoke and distance obscured his vision, but he saw the area they were fighting light up. A moment of stillness from both passed.
A massive explosion thundered from the area. A fiery wave rippled across the burning forest. It slammed into the magical barriers of the castle, fizzling out as it traveled up the flickering shield. The trees and rivers and rocks lit up with a ghostly fire. They turned black and gnarled. The rivers froze and the rocks split, becoming jagged and black. The golden magician who had used fire flew from the corrupted forest, leaving only the yellow glow of the twisted animals' eyes behind.
The young boy knew of that hateful magician.
"Come Chevell, don't worry about them now, we must get to the kitchen!" Clara exclaimed. She fixed her hat, it's faded purple color indicated that she was a kitchen hand. As did the rest of her attire, she wore a violet dress with a white apron tied around her waist. She winced as another rumble shook the castle. She grabbed her blonde son's hand. They dashed through the stone hallway, their footsteps' echos were (thankfully) drowned out by the sounds of thunder and rumbling coming from all around the castle. Up ahead, she saw the door they were looking for. They had to go through it to reach the main castle entrance. From there they would go through the library, then the Great Hall, until they reached the safety of the kitchen. Skidding to a halt, she stooped down to help her son keep his balance.
"Why are they fighting, momma?" he asked, looking up at her with big, dark eyes. She paused, looking at him caringly. She knelt down, straightening her apron.
"Because the... Prince has done many wrong things, and now the good people have come to stop him," she replied softly. A low rumble shook the ceiling overhead, showering them with dust.
"What did he do?" the little boy asked, his golden hair now flecked with white.
"He..." she hesitated. He was so young, he didn't need even more sadness than he already had, "he took away a lot of... a lot of good people."
"Like who, momma?" the little boy asked. She looked at him for a long while, while immense sadness welled up in her heart. A rumble from above brought her back from the past. She stood and grasped his little hand in her own.
"It's time to go," she said. She turned and slammed the door open, rushing through.
Here you go, it's my first fanfiction. By the way: Clara is not the same Clara from Doctor Who, it's just the name I chose for her. Her character in the movie wasn't given a first name, neither was Chevell.
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