The Enchantment
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Picture this; a young couple has just finished their first date. They have just revealed to each other that they love each other. The boy takes the girl in his arms and whispers "Babette, I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you." The girl whispers back,
"Never let go, Lumière."
Elsewhere, an old woman is being turned away. "A rose? I don't need a rose! Get away you ugly old hag!" the door slammed.
Suddenly, a bright light surrounded the couple. Frightened, they held on to each other, as if their lives depended on it. They were lifted up into the air, forced apart by the blinding pink light. They were so scared, but, as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew everything would be all right. That is, until the changes started happening. She watched in horror as his sandy brown hair was changed into wax and a wick, same with his hands. And his body, his arms that held her tight, and made her feel so safe, were gone! Replaced with a, she imagined, cold metal frame.
As these changes were being made to him, he in turn was watching her. Her pale, curvy body was becoming straight and wooden. Her long legs were being replaced with hundreds and hundreds of feathers. And her arms, her soft playful hands, were gone! They had dispersed into the wooden frame of her body.
As the light slowly lowered them down, they stared at each other for the longest time. He could tell, as he always could by looking in her eyes, that she was frightened. She was fighting back tears. Finally, she could hold them back no longer, and she burst out sobbing. He went over to her, as best as he could with no legs, and comforted her.
"Shh, shh. It will be ok Cherie. Crying won't make anything better. There now, dry your tears. He wrapped his new arms around her as the tears slowly stopped. She still felt safe in his arms, until she got the chills from his metal frame. It was indeed cold.
She broke away from him, asking, "Why has this happened to us? What did we do wrong? Why am I this… this… thing?" She turned to face him, fresh tears in her eyes. "Do you not love me anymore?"
"Ah, Cherie. You cut me to the wick! Do you really think a little thing like this will change my feelings for you? Now you really, tickle my fancy."
Not believing him, she moved away, sweeping hay with every movement she made. He moved to get her. She swept farther. He followed. She broke into a run. He hopped after her, catching her in his arms and sweeping her off her feet. His wicks were alit with fire. "Fire", he thought "of passion." She smiled, and he could feel his blood boiling to a flaming temperature.
"This could be fun…"