Note—not finished yet! :D
Cogsworth tapped on Lumiere's shoulder. "Do you see him? Maybe it's not too late!" He tried to position himself so that more of the image was cast in the glass. "Lumiere?" He looked up and yelped. A candelabra stood inanimate where his friend had once been. Shocked, he looked to Ms. Potts. A teapot was standing still, nothing more. "What's happening…" he muttered, looking towards Belle for help. "Belle!"
"What?" she slowly moaned, lifting her head. Her eyes widened from their tears as she saw her friends lying lifeless. She stood, the dagger falling from her lap. "Cogsworth—Ms. Potts!" Was everything she ever loved in the past few years leaving her? She looked down on the back of the Beast. This is what he had chosen: to leave her brokenhearted. Belle somehow felt responsible. She slowly reached down to her feet and lifted the dagger. The rose lying broken to her left seemed only to encourage her. Positioning the tip above her heart, she closed her eyes and gave the happy dagger its sheath.
Instead of blood pouring from her breast, she found a depth of light. It gave her no pain. Confused, she watched it fill the room, dropping the weapon and staggering back. It had swallowed the Beast, blinding her and bringing her to her knees. No, she screamed in her mind, I wanted to die! A hand wrapped itself about her sloped shoulder.
"Stand, Beauty." She lifted her narrowed eyes to see none other than the Beast's savior, the Enchantress. Her lip trembled in fear of the angel. Behind her, the Beast was standing, or at least lifted from the cold ground, his cape swirling about him as if to keep him from her sight.
"What are you doing to him?" she asked, trying to walk.
"Giving him back what he tried to take." Belle watched the dagger life between her and the Vision. With a mere twist of the Sorceress's hand, it burst into a rose, bright and red, in full bloom. Belle staggered back.
"What does this mean? I…I don't understand."
"Yes, you do," the Enchantress smiled. "You told him you did."
"He's dead!" she cried, lashing out. "Give me his body, please!"
"The cage is no longer his." The rose moved towards Belle, and she took it in her gentle grasp. The Enchantress strode forward to place a kiss upon her brow. She stepped aside and revealed the Beast, standing on his own feet…but wait. Those were not the lupine paws she knew. They were the feet of a man. Her mind raced as she rushed forward, reaching up to touch the sculpted shoulder of a young prince. It was human, this stranger was human! He turned and their eyes met. Her heart swelled as she recognized the blue stardust in his eyes. The rest was slowly becoming natural.
"It's you," she mumbled, seeing the torn clothes the Beast once wore. "It's…it's what you used to be…"
"Belle, I…" His voice had changed. It was softer, more of what she recognized that cold night she had been rescued. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I didn't see…" He looked down at his own body. "But…I'm here…"
"I love you," she smiled, taking his hand, "that's why!"
"You loved me before you knew I was a prince?" She laughed and threw herself into his arms, for once feeling their proportion to that which she knew was right. In his embrace, she didn't see the golden light wash over the castle. She didn't hear the joyous laughter of the servants lifting their former bodies and tossing them aside. "Belle," he whispered, taking her tear-stained face into his now gentle hands. "Will you love me now…now that I've changed before your eyes?"
"Forever," she answered, now laughing with her own manic joy. "Forever!"
They turned and looked over the castle restored, the apparition of the Enchantress spreading her arms over the overgrown lawns now blooming with beauty and life. The prince was overcome with awe as he watched his former glory be restored. Now he had Belle at his side. He stepped into the dawning light for the first time in six years as a man, and for the first time in twenty-five in love.