The curse hadn't been lifted for a little over a month and people were panicking. The beast though, was thinking. Every day from morning until night he thought about what he could and should do. He meditated, thought, meditated some more and so on. He had been doing this for the past two months until he finally decided.
"Um, Enchantress?" he tried calling, not sure if just asking for her would cause her to appear.
The bright light appeared once more and the enchantress stood nearby, waiting for the prince to speak. "I was wondering when you'd call. What can I do?"
"Would you lift the curse now?" the beast solicited.
"Hmmm, you were quick to ask for this. Are you sure?"
"Yes. I know what the right thing is to do now."
"Alright then. Here we go again." She waved he wand once more and the magic started to transform the castle back into its glorious self.
In Forte's room Belle was flying around talking with him. Neither of them saw the bright light heading in their direction. Once it came into the room it wrapped itself around Forte, then Belle. Belle wasn't quite quick enough to land on the ground and cried out when she started to fall.
"Forte, help!"
OMG! I hope Forte gets to her in time! I wonder what would happen if Belle were to die? Hmm. That would be a short life for her. Oh well, tell me your thoughts.