She finally collapsed under a big tree, to tired to go on.

The snow had begun to fall in light drizzles, and the snow on the ground sparkled in the moonlight. Snow was pretty, it sparkled when the light hit it. She liked snow.

Hmm, maybe that should be her name... Snow.

She felt a short burst of joy before she remembered that someone else was named Snow and she was back at square one. Who was she?

She wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffed, hugging herself close.

Everyone here was so busy chasing her, because they all wanted Belle back. Why did she have to be so important? She wanted that too.

Then a thought struck her. A horrible, mean spirited thought. Something only she could relish. She lifted her hand, and a black aura pulsed around it.

I'm tired of this palce, She thought, time for the next one. Then she smiled and stood up, walking ever so calmly back to the castle, thinking which world would be her next playground.

If I can't have a story, neither can she! She thought savagely as she walked, quieting that odd twinge of guilt she felt as walked to the castle. She felt a nudging in the back of her mind, a groggy and tearful pleading. She just smiled and walked a little faster.


Maurice was close to tears, where was his daughter?

"Is this a by product of all the hocus pocus going on here?" He finally asked when Adam sighed in defeat. Adam turned to look at him, a hardness in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Is this some how related to all the magic that you've been dabbling in." Adam grew furious. He rode his horse to stand by Maurice's and he grabbed the old man's lapel.

"Do you think," He snarled, "That I would let anything happen to Belle? This is nothing like that wench that cursed me! This is completely different. And if you're going to hinder my search you can go back to the castle and stay out of my way!" Maurice instictively backed away from the furious stare, falling silent.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, not wanting to be sent away and not able to find his daughter.

"I will find Belle." Adam said sternly before cracking his reigns and riding on, leaving the others to follow.


Madame de la Grande and Mrs. Potts stood worried in the foyer. When the men had run to the stables for horses to search for Belle, Mrs. Potts had worried Belle would never return.

Imagine her surprise when the doors slammed open and their stood the dazed and possessed Belle, who walked past her as if she werent there.

"Belle!" Madame de la Grande cried, running to her holding a cloak.

"Not Belle." Belle said in monotone.

"Then what shall we call you dear?" Mrs. Potts asked simply.

The girl looked confused, then frustrated, tears welling in her eyes.

"I-its allright dear, we'll figure it out. Come sit by the fire and we'll talk allright."

"No!" Belle said, stamping her foot, "That's her thing! I want my own thing! He promised!" And with that Belle tore down the hallway in no particular direction.

"Hurry!" Mrs. Potts cried and the two old women gave chase.


She was looking for the right door, the right place. She wanted to leave this girl in just the place that it would satisfy her own need for revenge.

Suddenelly, she thought of the place.

Perfect.

Chip, walking down the hallway half asleep, was almost knocked over by the running form of Belle.

"Belle?" He called but Belle never responded. Chip gave chase, calling after her.

"Not Belle!" Belle cried, turning the corner and Chip knew he had her then. That was a dead end.

"Ah-ha! Gotcha!" Chip cried just as Belle opened the door to a broom closet. But it wasn't a broom closet anymore.

Light and sounds came from it, like from outside. But it wasn't the right outside. That outside wasn't snowy and dark, it was filled with music and bright colors. Purple and yellow streamers lined the outside that chip could see and it looked like there was a stone building with alot of decorations.

"Goodbye." Belle said and Chip got a look at her face for the first time.

"Belle! What happened?" Belle didn't reply, instead she pressed her hand against the outside of the wood door and Chip watched black lines slide off her skin like snakes, begining to carve their way in to the wood, making a delicate pattern.

"Belle!" Chip shrieked as Belle closed the door. The handle was hot to the touch and Chip shrieked and jumped back. Mrs. Potts rounded the corner in time to hear that and she ran to her son, Madame running to the door.

"It won't open!" She cried, tugging on it. The handle grew cold and the wood stopped carving himself.

"Get Prince Adam. Tell him Belle is gone." Mrs. Potts said sullenly as she tended to her son's hands.

Madame de la Grande Bouche choked back a sob and ran to do just that.