Malikai gave a flourishing bow and a skeletal grin. Everything started to make sense. How the stories inter-merged together about the Traveller and his Genie. It made sense that the motive behind all of this is because a man is searching high and low for a lost love and would risk blackmailing Death himself just to see his one and true soul mate again. A slight sensation of pity welled up inside of her. However, that sense of pity soon changed into fear when she realised what the Skeleton meant by 'correcting the faults of his family'. An anger unchecked for centuries, building up by hunger for revenge on his own kin, would cause catastrophic consequences for the world around them.

Shuri tried to run forward to stop Malikai, but before she could even move a calf muscle forward, she was flung back at a force of a great typhon against a boulder. An audible pop was heard from her shoulder as she hit the rock. A flood of pain washed through her nerves from the top of her dislocated collar bone all away down her arm to the tingling tips of her fingers. This feeling was not for long, since she happened to bash her head against a sharp point on the rock. The world went a dark grey for her, slowly gaining darkness as she lost consciousness.

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At this very instant as well, Elsa was lurking in the background, figuring out how she could stop a mighty force such as this, all by herself. Even with the power of the invisible cloak, she did not, in her opinion, have enough power to take over two undead beings by herself.

When Shuri hit the rock, Elsa had to take everything in her to not screaming out in fear. She had the urge to run to her friend and to help her, but she would have to betray her cover, and maybe blowing the whole mission. But she could not leave her to die, not like this. This was not her time, not now, not in any time in the foreseeable future. She was only sixteen for goodness sake and Elsa was refusing to see another one of her sisters, even if she wasn't blood, die because of her foolish timidness. She looked towards the plainly dressed figure, speaking words of ancient times past to summon his soul mate and the corpse of a man catering to his every whim. They disgusted her in ways she could not describe. Elsa glanced towards the dying Shuri, when she remembered something: the glass vial in her pocket. The one made from the tears of Rapunzel. If it could save a man from actual death, then it was good enough for her.

Elsa made a run towards her friend, vial of golden liquid in one hand, and a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Or it would have been if she did not trip over a snake-like root, barely peaking its head above the ground. The vial flew into the air, and like the movies, it was almost like in slow motion as one would see in the movies. She reached out for it, letting out a yell, and her skin coming visible. Her fingers were close enough to touch…

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"Uh Belle, we have a problem." Snow said, her voice quivering.

Belle strode over to the computer where Snow sat, looking in the direction that her finger was pointing to.

On the florescent light of the blue screen, she saw multiple bogies, represented by red dots, clustering around their area. It had seemed that some of the spirits managed to get past the Fighters and closing onto the eyes and ears of the force.

A pit grew in Belle's stomach. After she had lost contact with Shuri, things began to go wrong for the logistics team. Electrical weapons and equipment began to fail. Belle had lost contact with over half the team and the other half's end were only grunts and war cries. The could not direct anyone, for who could listen? The teams were like fish in a barrel, waiting for the inevitable. Most of the princesses had taken tearing up pieces of naked fabric to calm their nervous fingers.

But not Belle.

She was not going to let a trivial thing like losing contact to the team let her down, and being surrounded was just a setback. Shuri had given her enough weapons to hold them off until she could reach HQ.

"Cinderella, contact Ariel immediately! It looks like we are going to need to deploy Plan Bravo."

"Yes Ma'am!" Cinders exclaimed as she began the process of wiring through to the Palace. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Belle paced up and down until she heard the voice of Ariel on the other side.

"I really thought you would last longer than this. Not all of the deployment weapons are ready. You are going to have to hold them off for at least two hours."

"Two hours!" Belle flung her hands in the air in exasperation. "How are we suppose to hold a bunch of anger-induced spirits at bay for a whole two hours?!"

"Look, we are working over time here." Ariel's voice sounded frustrated over the radio. "It is not an easy task that we are trying to achieve here. I am barely managing it as it is with the baby and all, and the lower order members are losing their minds over this whole event. It is difficult to keep them on track…"

The quality of Ariel's voice changed into crackling static. Barely any pieces managed to flow through clearly enough to make out what the any of the words meant.

"Ariel? Ariel? Can you still hear me? ARIEL!" Belle called into the receiver, but nothing except the sizzling of the radio waves. At the same moments, the lights began to flicker. Everybody looked up instantaneously towards the dying lightbulb, realising that if that goes out, that means the spirts had intercepted the power, and if they managed that…well it meant that they were close enough to do some serious damaged.

Belle crossed her fingers and gave a silent pray to whoever was listening to give them a break, just to at least leave one light on, any light would do. She did get it, but not from the source she had hoped.

A loud explosion rattled them all to the bones. Flashes of red light from the emergency back-up generator blared through the whole jet. The remaining people who were left behind, automatically huddled into a group. Adam immediately stood in front of his wife, who did not see the serum in his left hand. He would take it, and he knew he would take it, it was only a matter of time. The last thing he wanted though, would be the horror on his friends' faces when they realised what he would do.

Belle grabbed the darts that Shuri gave her, readying herself if need be. It would be needed, for she heard a dreaded clink, clink, clink of high-heels stomping onto the ground. The sound, it was familiar to Belle, like she had heard it a million times before.

Appearing up the entrance of the plane was a face no-one was excepting. A white coat now splattered with brown stains swiftly dragged behind her, as if she was a royal. Her greying hair had shown through months of neglect from dye and scissors. A face once pasted with a friendly smile, showed only a sadistic grin.

It was the face of Doctor Marie Wayland, her doctor who declared her barren.