The Beast? And the Beauty? by Travaria
Part 6
Quatre exited the other side of the mirror, but he felt strange for some reason, like he had been changed or something. Quatre looked around the hall that he found himself in 'Why is everything so huge?' Quatre wondered. Then with a feeling of dread the prince looked down at himself, and saw the bottom of a feather duster. The distraught prince froze in silence, for all of five seconds, before letting out a loud and extremely high-pitched scream of terror. The scream was loud for his size, and high-pitched for his normal voice. It was very disturbing. Disturbing, but understandable considering that he had just discovered that he was indeed a feather duster instead of the Crown Prince of Magaunac.
Quatre almost felt like crying. Things like this just didn't happen to him. His life had been so normal; he didn't even have a godparent, much less a fairy one. He had never manifested any magical talents; he had never been cursed, or even magically blessed! His life had changed for boringly blissful normality to a thing of chaos in a single afternoon. One second he was just sitting in the tree minding his own business the next he somehow appeared in a room with the psycho mirror from hell, then he'd stepped through said mirror and been changed into a feather duster of all things. Quatre let out another of his ear-piercing screams.
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Duo, Trowa, and Wufei jumped when they heard the impossible scream. They had been immersed in a little pow-wow in order to discuss exactly what they were going to do about this Heero guy, but the untimely scream had interrupted them. Duo scooped up the Tro-candle and the Wu-clock before racing down the stairs. Before he had gotten more than halfway down said stairs another scream sounded. The braided-beast continued to race towards the source of the high-pitched noise. It was lucky that he was carrying his small friends, they would have never been able to keep up with his desperate pace. The question on all of their minds was 'what on earth has happened now?'
Duo skidded to a stop in the middle of the hall, right in front of Dorothy's mirror. Duo was still clutching Tro-candle in one hand, and Wu- clock in the other, they were struggling to be let down. And there, on the floor, was a small feather duster, a small feather duster that appeared to be hyperventilating and was definitely the source of the scream. The feather duster looked up at him, and his passengers, and screamed one more time, before passing out on the floor, in the middle of the hall, right in front of Dorothy's mirror. He fainted, with Duo, Wufei, and Trowa all looking down at him in confusion and apprehension.
"Dorothy! What is going on!?" Duo demanded, glaring at the mirror.
Dorothy calmly looked at him and replied, "Oh this and that. I'm just doing Relena-sama's business, that's all." Dorothy then proceeded to cackle evilly.
"Oh boy, this can not be good. Okay Dorothy, who is the feather-duster?" Duo asked suspiciously.
"Oh, him. I feel sort of bad, he was the nicest boy, but, what is done is done, and besides, he makes an adorable duster, once he stops screaming. Did you know he actually asked me if he could help me with any problems that I had. Poor naïve little idiot. I warned him about the fact that there was a catch you know. Of course I didn't tell him what he was, and the little fool just stormed through the mirror anyway. It was quite entertaining," Dorothy answered with a snicker that was as evil as her cackle.
"Look Dotty, I just want you to tell me who he is!" Duo demanded, losing what little patience he had to begin with.
"Well, maybe I won't tell you! I refuse to answer to the horrid name of 'Dotty'," Dorothy sneered. "You are going to have an awfully hard time trying to make it up to me you know! Especially since you can't really give me any gifts to say you're sorry since I am in a mirror and what ever you could get wouldn't be able to enter. I might let you know if you refer to me as 'Dorothy, the great Goddess of War, Contention, and Aggravation. Commander of all the 'Mirror Lands' and the most beautiful woman to ever grace the presence of you puny mortals'!" Dorothy crowed, very pleased with her idea.
"How about you just tell me before I use Trowa to smash you into a million pieces?" Duo replied with a 'friendly' grin.
Dorothy pouted and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder before answering Duo. "You, my good beast Duo, are absolutely no fun at all. Well, I suppose that I will tell you, since it means so much to you. That adorable little feather duster is none other than Prince Quatre of Magaunac, the ward of Relena-sama's current obsession, one Heero Yuy. In other words, you boys have quite a problem on your hands. Well, I must be going, Ja!" With that, and a jaunty wave Dorothy disappeared into the depths of her mirror.
Duo stared at the now empty mirror incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me!" Trowa and Wufei, who had been listening attentively through out the entire conversation we likewise shocked and dismayed. "Exactly what does she think turning him into a feather-duster is going to do anyway! This is ridiculous!" Duo threw his paws into the air in a gesture of disgust/hopelessness. "Well guys, I guess we might as well head back upstairs, we'll bring the prince with us." With that said Duo scooped the clock, candlestick, and feather duster into his paws and headed back to the room they were in before.
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Quatre awakened slowly, he groaned and yawned. The Prince opened his eyes and looked around at where he was, someone had placed him in a room that he had never seen before. Quatre attempted to sit up, and was once again confronted with the fact that he was indeed a feather duster. Everything that had happened in the last few hours came flooding back to him and he calmly laid back down, before shooting up and glancing around himself in alarm. There had been a gigantic beast! Or, had he imagined at least that part of this odd day? Quatre became aware of the sound of voices talking; they appeared to be coming from a barely open door at the other side of the room he was in. Now that Quatre had recovered partly from the shock of his ordeal logic took over, so he went to see what he could find out about the voices. The daring little Quatre-duster made a daring leap off the bed and onto the floor, the floor was of course only about three feet lower than the top of the bed, but of course Quatre was now less than a foot tall so the leap was very daring.
Quatre then sort of swept his way over to the door; he was coping marvelously with his lack of legs. The closer Quatre got to the door, the clearer the voices became. The Prince could identify three separate voices, however he was unable to make out exactly what the voices were saying. Quatre carefully approached the slightly ajar door and peeked through the crack. What he saw almost caused him to faint, again. Inside the next room was the beast he saw just before he passed out the last time, and said beast appeared to be having some kind of a discussion with a talking clock and a talking candle-stick. On second thought, the beast appeared to be having an argument with the clock and candlestick. 'Of course, this al makes perfect sense,' Quatre thought faintly. 'I mean if I can talk it only makes sense that the clocks and candlesticks can talk, I mean, it's only logical.' Perhaps Quatre was a little more hysterical than we previously thought. The flustered feather duster took several deep 'calming' breaths, they didn't work very well. 'Get a hold of yourself Winner,' Quatre mentally lectured. 'You can handle this, you can! Just calm down. If the beast was going to harm me he would have already, so it is likely that I am perfectly safe. I might as well go in and attempt to talk to them. They have the only answers that I'm going to get.' Steeling himself Quatre pushed open the door as best he could and squeezed through into the other room. All conversation stopped and all three of them turned and stared straight at him. Quatre suddenly felt that perhaps it would have been better if he had thought this out more before he had leapt into action.
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Heero raced on. His horse was exhausted, but that wasn't new. This was the fourth horse he had gone through since he had started his journey towards the place the letter told him Prince Quatre was. Every time one horse grew too exhausted to go on Heero would stop at the nearest place that had a horse and trade his for theirs. If they were less than willing to part with their animal Heero, persuaded, them luckily they were all willing to take the money and Heero wasn't forced to use actual *force* against them. The young bodyguard was in a terrible rush, especially since the King wasn't exactly aware of the situation. Heero had not wished to destroy his reputation with far-fetched tales of magic stealing the Prince away, so he had merely barked out to the nearest guard that he and the Prince were going on a trip and they would return later. The King was sure to be furious, but that couldn't be helped. The best thing for Heero to do was to get the Prince back as soon as possible so that no one would suspect that Quatre was actually missing. And so, Heero raced on.
to be continued…
Part 6
Quatre exited the other side of the mirror, but he felt strange for some reason, like he had been changed or something. Quatre looked around the hall that he found himself in 'Why is everything so huge?' Quatre wondered. Then with a feeling of dread the prince looked down at himself, and saw the bottom of a feather duster. The distraught prince froze in silence, for all of five seconds, before letting out a loud and extremely high-pitched scream of terror. The scream was loud for his size, and high-pitched for his normal voice. It was very disturbing. Disturbing, but understandable considering that he had just discovered that he was indeed a feather duster instead of the Crown Prince of Magaunac.
Quatre almost felt like crying. Things like this just didn't happen to him. His life had been so normal; he didn't even have a godparent, much less a fairy one. He had never manifested any magical talents; he had never been cursed, or even magically blessed! His life had changed for boringly blissful normality to a thing of chaos in a single afternoon. One second he was just sitting in the tree minding his own business the next he somehow appeared in a room with the psycho mirror from hell, then he'd stepped through said mirror and been changed into a feather duster of all things. Quatre let out another of his ear-piercing screams.
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Duo, Trowa, and Wufei jumped when they heard the impossible scream. They had been immersed in a little pow-wow in order to discuss exactly what they were going to do about this Heero guy, but the untimely scream had interrupted them. Duo scooped up the Tro-candle and the Wu-clock before racing down the stairs. Before he had gotten more than halfway down said stairs another scream sounded. The braided-beast continued to race towards the source of the high-pitched noise. It was lucky that he was carrying his small friends, they would have never been able to keep up with his desperate pace. The question on all of their minds was 'what on earth has happened now?'
Duo skidded to a stop in the middle of the hall, right in front of Dorothy's mirror. Duo was still clutching Tro-candle in one hand, and Wu- clock in the other, they were struggling to be let down. And there, on the floor, was a small feather duster, a small feather duster that appeared to be hyperventilating and was definitely the source of the scream. The feather duster looked up at him, and his passengers, and screamed one more time, before passing out on the floor, in the middle of the hall, right in front of Dorothy's mirror. He fainted, with Duo, Wufei, and Trowa all looking down at him in confusion and apprehension.
"Dorothy! What is going on!?" Duo demanded, glaring at the mirror.
Dorothy calmly looked at him and replied, "Oh this and that. I'm just doing Relena-sama's business, that's all." Dorothy then proceeded to cackle evilly.
"Oh boy, this can not be good. Okay Dorothy, who is the feather-duster?" Duo asked suspiciously.
"Oh, him. I feel sort of bad, he was the nicest boy, but, what is done is done, and besides, he makes an adorable duster, once he stops screaming. Did you know he actually asked me if he could help me with any problems that I had. Poor naïve little idiot. I warned him about the fact that there was a catch you know. Of course I didn't tell him what he was, and the little fool just stormed through the mirror anyway. It was quite entertaining," Dorothy answered with a snicker that was as evil as her cackle.
"Look Dotty, I just want you to tell me who he is!" Duo demanded, losing what little patience he had to begin with.
"Well, maybe I won't tell you! I refuse to answer to the horrid name of 'Dotty'," Dorothy sneered. "You are going to have an awfully hard time trying to make it up to me you know! Especially since you can't really give me any gifts to say you're sorry since I am in a mirror and what ever you could get wouldn't be able to enter. I might let you know if you refer to me as 'Dorothy, the great Goddess of War, Contention, and Aggravation. Commander of all the 'Mirror Lands' and the most beautiful woman to ever grace the presence of you puny mortals'!" Dorothy crowed, very pleased with her idea.
"How about you just tell me before I use Trowa to smash you into a million pieces?" Duo replied with a 'friendly' grin.
Dorothy pouted and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder before answering Duo. "You, my good beast Duo, are absolutely no fun at all. Well, I suppose that I will tell you, since it means so much to you. That adorable little feather duster is none other than Prince Quatre of Magaunac, the ward of Relena-sama's current obsession, one Heero Yuy. In other words, you boys have quite a problem on your hands. Well, I must be going, Ja!" With that, and a jaunty wave Dorothy disappeared into the depths of her mirror.
Duo stared at the now empty mirror incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me!" Trowa and Wufei, who had been listening attentively through out the entire conversation we likewise shocked and dismayed. "Exactly what does she think turning him into a feather-duster is going to do anyway! This is ridiculous!" Duo threw his paws into the air in a gesture of disgust/hopelessness. "Well guys, I guess we might as well head back upstairs, we'll bring the prince with us." With that said Duo scooped the clock, candlestick, and feather duster into his paws and headed back to the room they were in before.
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Quatre awakened slowly, he groaned and yawned. The Prince opened his eyes and looked around at where he was, someone had placed him in a room that he had never seen before. Quatre attempted to sit up, and was once again confronted with the fact that he was indeed a feather duster. Everything that had happened in the last few hours came flooding back to him and he calmly laid back down, before shooting up and glancing around himself in alarm. There had been a gigantic beast! Or, had he imagined at least that part of this odd day? Quatre became aware of the sound of voices talking; they appeared to be coming from a barely open door at the other side of the room he was in. Now that Quatre had recovered partly from the shock of his ordeal logic took over, so he went to see what he could find out about the voices. The daring little Quatre-duster made a daring leap off the bed and onto the floor, the floor was of course only about three feet lower than the top of the bed, but of course Quatre was now less than a foot tall so the leap was very daring.
Quatre then sort of swept his way over to the door; he was coping marvelously with his lack of legs. The closer Quatre got to the door, the clearer the voices became. The Prince could identify three separate voices, however he was unable to make out exactly what the voices were saying. Quatre carefully approached the slightly ajar door and peeked through the crack. What he saw almost caused him to faint, again. Inside the next room was the beast he saw just before he passed out the last time, and said beast appeared to be having some kind of a discussion with a talking clock and a talking candle-stick. On second thought, the beast appeared to be having an argument with the clock and candlestick. 'Of course, this al makes perfect sense,' Quatre thought faintly. 'I mean if I can talk it only makes sense that the clocks and candlesticks can talk, I mean, it's only logical.' Perhaps Quatre was a little more hysterical than we previously thought. The flustered feather duster took several deep 'calming' breaths, they didn't work very well. 'Get a hold of yourself Winner,' Quatre mentally lectured. 'You can handle this, you can! Just calm down. If the beast was going to harm me he would have already, so it is likely that I am perfectly safe. I might as well go in and attempt to talk to them. They have the only answers that I'm going to get.' Steeling himself Quatre pushed open the door as best he could and squeezed through into the other room. All conversation stopped and all three of them turned and stared straight at him. Quatre suddenly felt that perhaps it would have been better if he had thought this out more before he had leapt into action.
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Heero raced on. His horse was exhausted, but that wasn't new. This was the fourth horse he had gone through since he had started his journey towards the place the letter told him Prince Quatre was. Every time one horse grew too exhausted to go on Heero would stop at the nearest place that had a horse and trade his for theirs. If they were less than willing to part with their animal Heero, persuaded, them luckily they were all willing to take the money and Heero wasn't forced to use actual *force* against them. The young bodyguard was in a terrible rush, especially since the King wasn't exactly aware of the situation. Heero had not wished to destroy his reputation with far-fetched tales of magic stealing the Prince away, so he had merely barked out to the nearest guard that he and the Prince were going on a trip and they would return later. The King was sure to be furious, but that couldn't be helped. The best thing for Heero to do was to get the Prince back as soon as possible so that no one would suspect that Quatre was actually missing. And so, Heero raced on.
to be continued…