Disclaimer: Don't own anything I'm afraid.

Summary: There was something about Sarah Charming. Where she walked, dandelions bloomed. When she sang, dogs came clawing at her doorstep. Her hair was the color of chocolate; soft, silky 5 stories long and able to hold the weight of a grown man. Wait a second…. An Enchanted Fairy Tale.

Note: I have no clue whatsoever what my muse was thinking pressing me to write an Enchanted inspired story. I just watched the movie this morning, and couldn't get this storyline out of my head. So here it is.

Prologue: Ready the Well

"Edward, really?" Queen Nancy Tremaine-Charming's brow furrowed, her eyes rolling toward her weeping husband. The dashing King sniffed loudly, wiping his nose on the back of his leather glove.

"B-but why?" He whimpered looking upon the bundled babe wrapped in a gossamer pink blanket; his cornflower eyes wet with tears, red-rimmed and puffy.

"We've discussed this." Nancy grabbed his non-snot covered hand, weaving her fingers with his. "It's the only way to make sure she's safe." She brushed a stray silky curl behind her ear, following her husband's gaze down to their daughter. Not even 5 months old and Sarah had easily become the most precious thing ever to have blessed her life, apart from her dear Edward.

The Queen smiled wistfully at the memory of that night nearly a year and a half ago. She remembered the way her heart fluttered when Prince Edward Charming cradled her ankle, slipping the proverbial $3000 Jimmy Choo pump onto her size 6 and whispered those three little words.

A perfect fit….

In Andalasia that pretty much translated to; 'The End. Vamoose. You're Done.' And yet 'Happily Ever After' didn't last nearly as long as she hoped. How could one live 'Happily' when their country was on the brink of war?

Nancy stood, bathed in the light pouring into the castle nursery through the large bay windows, mentally readying herself for the hardships ahead. Outside nature had gone silent as if preparing for the imminent storm marching their way, blackening the cobalt blue skies and making the air heavy with dread.

The Ex-Queen Narissa's loyal forces led by her vindictive Apprentice, Cray Hellforth, had mobilized on the borders of the magical fairyland, their presence sending shockwaves of unease and unrest through the subjects living carefree under Edwards rule.

Andalasia was about to become a battleground of dark magiks. The innocent tales of Princes and Princess', true love, and heroism would fade leaving the lands susceptible to it's more morbid fairy stories of old;

Big Bad Wolves would skewer the lands for young girls to devour. Rumpelstiltskin would break free his tree stump prison and steal off with children, giggling riddles in his wake. Witches, with sugar dusted cottages of sweet gingerbread walls and frosting mortar, would spring up from the forest foliage beckoning deliciously to those young ones only to fatten them up to cook for supper.

No. Sarah could not/would not grow up in a Grimm nightmare, Nancy refused to allow her to stay in such an environment.

"Your Highnesses! Your Highnesses!" The handmaid burst through the nursery door, ripping Nancy from her ruminations. Edwards's hand flew to the hilt of his sword, his shoulders squaring, ready to pounce any sign of danger as he whirled to face the newcomer.

"What is it Lucinda?" The Queen stepped forward, her pretty face marring into a frown.

"My Lady," The handmaid gasped, her palm pressed to her heart as if to prevent it from bursting from her chest. "Narissa's Apprentice approaches from the North. Lattimere estimates that we have until sunset before he's at our gates."

Edward and Nancy locked eyes, hers pleading, his hesitant before softening in understanding surrender.

"Ready the Well." Edward nodded at the handmaid before turning back to his daughter, slumbering none-to-wiser of the happenings about her cherub dreams. He felt his wife lay a comforting hand upon his shoulder, his immediately covered it, willing the gesture to give him strength.

"It'll only be for a little while, Edward." Nancy pressed reassuringly. "She'll be back before you know it."

"Hm." The King sulked, leaning down to pick up his daughter. "You're certain she will be safer there than she will be here?"

"Giselle and Robert will take great care of her."

"That's not what troubles me. I've no doubt of Giselle and her Peasant lovers abilities," Edward murmured rocking slowly, the cargo in his arms melting his heart. "I fear she'll never find her heart's duet in that world." He declared softly.

"We did." Nancy smiled, turning her husbands face to hers with a soft brush of her hand on his chin. Their gaze held, suspended in time by the rippling euphoria of love that bubbled beneath the silence.

"New York." The King sighed with tarnished resolve, both pair of royal eyes falling to the babe.

"New York." Nancy echoed.

Lattimere stood solemn above the churning grey waters of the garden well tucked back into the shadows of the the courtyard walls. His recently cast spell hung over the water like a shimmering emerald fog.

The woodland creatures had begun to gather behind him in a semi circle, their heads bowed, feet/paws/hooves dragging the ground in heartache. The aged magician couldn't fathom how they had found out about the decree to ready the portal so quickly, for Edward sent Lucinda with his message only an hour ago.

And yet the forest dwellers continued to arrive in droves. Deer, birds, rabbits, skunks, lizards, a cloud of butterflies, even a dwarf or two had managed to pull away from their jewel encrusted caves to bid farewell to the princess.

The newly appointed Royal Sorcerer sighed. He could feel the turmoil and confusion rolling off the woodland creatures in thick waves. His milky green eyes flickered over his shoulder, sensing the approach of Edward and his Queen.

The animals parted for their King who in his arms cradled the slumbering princess. Queen Nancy walked beside him, her head held high, but her brown eyes heavy and dull. Lattimere watched in austere silence as the monarchs whispered their final words of goodbye and love to their daughter, niether one able to hold back the tears now trailing down their cheeks in silver rivulets.

"Take her straight to Giselle and her peasant." King Edward ordered handing over the pink bundle. The magician accepted his charge with a nod, holding the babe close to his chest.

"Yes sire."

"And watch the landing." Nancy stated, grasping Edward's hand in her own, the other lingering on Sarah's downy crown of brunette whisps.

"Of course my Lady." Lattimere stepped up on the ledge of the well. He looked back to his King, "I shall return before sunset."

And just like that he disappeared over the lip of the pool, falling down into the glittering depths of his spell.

A/N: I know, a tad slow here at the beginning, but that is why it is just a prolog. It will get better, I hope.

Expect a time jump in the next chapter!

Once upon a time a girl sat down and wrote

And wrote and wrote and wrote

And hoped

That for her efforts there would one day be

Wonderful people to REVIEW her story!

Okay, that was really horrific, I'm sorry for subjecting you to my poetry. But the message is pretty clear; Reviews would be lovenly!