I wonder who you are
Who you could be
Have you ever thought like this before
Sometimes I can't help but wanna know more
But that will have to wait
Time's running and I've got to set things straight
As time passes by
Each day is getting closer to the moment we'll meet
What if our paths already (or almost) crossed
Without any of us having a clue
Unexpected is the day we'll know each other
Until then we've got a lot of things to think about first
Corrine woke up surrounded by a bunch of animals: an owl, a swan and a peacock. She screamed but it came out as a roar. She glance down at herself she had a tail and claws and paws. "What am I?" Corrine growled.
"A lioness." The Swan replied with Aramina's voice. "We all turned into animals. Renee is an owl and the fabulous peacock over there is Viveca she hasn't stopped admiring herself since it happened. That witch turned us into animals."
"I'm a lion?"
"It means we have all turned into soul animals, an owl for wisdom, a swan for grace, a lioness for courage and a peacock-"Renee explained. She was slightly darker than a normal snow owl, the owls eyes were brown not gold.
"Don't you dare say it." Viveca warned. Renee did not continue, Corrine looked around the village was running with little puppies, sheep, horses and other villagers that hard been transformed into animals because of Corrine's deal.
"What have I done?" Corrine wished she could hide her face in her hands but she couldn't, instead she lowered her head on to her paws and admitted defeat."
"You did what any person would do in your situation. You saved the villagers, at a cost yes, but you still saved them." Aramina wrapped a snow white wing around the lion's shoulders. Now that she was up close Corrine noticed her eyes were green and had a single red feather on the crown of her head showing her previous hair colour.
"Any-one else wondering what Treville turned into. Probably an old crow." Viveca squawked, it was supposed to be a laugh but alas she was a bird now not a human. Unlike normal peacocks Viveca was not blue or grey but a deep purple, her tail feathers just a shade darker.
Since they were not human now they could not go back on horse so after a few practises the girls: Renee, Viveca and Aramina could fly safely and not fall into the ground.
Corrine ran below them as they raced to the castle.
-Cursed to be-
"My God, Treville what the hell happened. I'm a beast. Literally I'm a lion."
"Calm down Your majesty I don't want you to hurt yourself." Treville warned, he sat down like a dog and his tail waged.
"Easy for you to talk you're not the king, and now I'm the king of beasts it seems." Louis roared. He looked apologetically at Treville he did not mean to roar.
"Well, sir I never knew I was a panther, so we're both on the same boat. And maybe you shouldn't speak in front of the girls when they return you may scare them."
"Of course."
But he need not worry, because Louis was not the only lion in the castle, Louis gasped when he saw a lioness standing amongst the beautiful birds.
"Corrine?" If he was human he would have raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, the witch, Eleanor gave us a choice she would leave if we could break this spell before the whole moon. We have a month. "Corrine answered. She looked at Treville, not recognizing him at first but then noticing his eyes and the few grey streaks of fur. "Girls, Treville is a panther. You owe me $10."
"You knew." Aramina accused.
"No, I just knew he wouldn't be an old wrinkly animal." Corrine showed her friends her teeth that were pin sharp that would tear them to pieces.
"Hey I'm not that old." The old musketeer snapped, showing his claws that flashed against the blackness of his fur.
"Enough!" Louis growled, "We have more important matters to attend to. I don't want to be a lion for ever so we shall find a way to break this spell. I will not let my kingdom suffer like this."
"Understand, Corrine was the one who heard the spell maybe the library will hold more information." Renee suggested.
"I doubt it, mother and father were not a great fan of the dark arts, but none the less we shall search. Witches live a long time, maybe she is in the history books."
So off their raced to the library, however Corrine, Louis and Treville had to use their teeth to carry the books whilst the winged girls flipped through the pages and flew on to high shelves searching for anything that could break the spell. Unknown to them they were being watched.
-Cursed to be-
"These children are young, and I have condemned them to the life that killed my daughter. What have I done?" Eleanor allowed a signal tear to fall down her face. "I just wanted to have fun and then my anger and grief took over. I wanted, needed them to feel my pain and I turned into the monster that I promised I wouldn't become." Eleanor spoke to the painting that was placed in a gold locket that never left her neck.
"Sophie, my darling I'm so sorry and I wish it was me, not you had had broken the curse. But you were always head strong and that boy, oh that boy he made you love crazy. That young English king, that stole your heart and you died beside him holding hands so your kingdom would be safe. Queen Sophie of England, forgotten forever." She caressed the painting of her child, she looked like her mother at that age but instead of bleach blonde hair, Edith had dark brown hair that was curled, her green eyes happy, full of life, high cheekbone shadowed. She was beautiful.
On the opposite side of the locket was her son in law. King Andrew, a sweet boy who had his heart on his sleeve, his wife a warrior, the daughter of a witch but he didn't care. He looked content, his face was painted in a smile that brightened his grey eyes, his black hair pulled in a ponytail but this only made him more handsome.
He was her true love, and the witch who caused the spell hated that they as a team were the ones to ruin her little game. She attack the king and queen, together they fought her, killing her but not before she striked them by magic. Dying side by side, holding hands like they should. Eleanor had become that witch, but she wouldn't hurt them, no she would not spoil her daughter's memory by doing so. "Please forgive me Sophie, my baby, I didn't mean to cause your death."