Chapter 11: She was right

Tonight was the night that the prince was to meet up with his past. He had arrived at the castle that he did not recognise at all.

The Enchantress who was leading him was at the gate staring up at the castle.

She then turned around and whispered, "Well here we are."

He nodded and looked rather uncomfortable.

"You're not chickening out now are you?" she questioned, as she gazed at him.

He shook his head furiously and said, "No way. I've travelled for too long and too far."

She grinned and said, "Well go on."

He nodded and was careful to keep away from the Enchantress. Strange things had been happening to him the whole time that they had been together. Strange dreams of a green-eyed brown-haired girl had kept coming to him in his sleep.

He couldn't help but recognise the eyes as the Enchantress's. But he never said anything. It scared him enough as it was.

He reached the gate and pushed on it forcefully, as it creaked and moaned, sounding like it hadn't been opened in an age.

Finally after a few minutes the gate was wide enough for them to pass through. Philippe galloped through first and ran straight to the front lawn situated outside the castle.

"Well looks like someone missed home." The Enchantress stated.

The prince ignored her, still refusing to believe that he had lived in this place with a young woman three years ago.

He stared around for a moment and said, "So what do I do now?"

He looked down at her, only to see her roll her eyes and say, "Well how about you knock on the door and introduce yourself."

"What about your brother. What if he recognises me?" he said becoming a bit fearful.

"Don't worry…he will have me to answer to this time." She replied confidently.

He nodded and slowly began to make his way towards the castle. The moon was shining down on his skin harshly and he began to quicken his pace.

Finally he reached the large wooden door. He pressed his ear against it and listened for any noise.

Not a peep. So he hesitantly knocked on the door.

There was no reply, so he turned to the Enchantress with questioning eyes. She nodded for him to try again. So he shrugged and banged on the door this time. Still there was no reply.

So with a sudden burst of confidence, he pushed the door open, to reveal a dark gloomy hall. The wind blew through the open door and fluttered a few cobwebs in the corners of the hall.

A shiver came over his body as he entered the hall cautiously.

What exactly was he supposed to do? Yell out. "Hey Belle remember me? I'm your husband who left you three years ago and left you with that evil guy, forgot about you, but now I'm back. Come here and reunite with me so we can live happily ever after."

Not likely.

This place seemed deserted. There was no sound but the wind echoing through the halls.

He began to walk through the room hall and came to an empty room on his right. It appeared to be a lounge area of some sort.

Flash Back

"Belle come here. I'm cold. I need someone to keep me warm." He said happily.

Belle looked up from her position on the floor near the fireplace, up at her prince in his chair. She smiled and got up happily. She walked over to him and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his strong neck. He leant in to kiss her, which she accepted.

End Flash Back
The prince shook his head and mumbled, "What was that?"

He made his way towards a spiral of stairs up ahead. He began to climb them and turned around to see that the Enchantress was right behind him.

Her green eyes entrancing him.

He turned around with determination written all over his face. He quickened his pace and skipped every two stairs, as he headed towards a place that seemed to beckon him subconsciously.

His eyes were set on his path ahead. He turned left and began to make his way up another lot of stairs, until the view of two large doors up ahead caused him to slow down. His breathing was heavy and he stopped right outside the doors.

As he reached forward towards the doors, he looked down at his right hand, which was abnormally large and hairy. He pulled back quickly and inspected his hand more closely.

What was that all about?

The image left his mind and he pushed open the large doors to reveal a dark, dank room. Somehow it felt strangely familiar.

His eyes briefly rested on different objects around the room, until he saw a light up ahead. It appeared to be coming from a balcony. He began to push his way past the furniture and paintings in his way, until the light finally greeted him as the moonlight's glowing rays.

He stepped out onto the balcony and heard a howl, which seemed to come from a kind of…beast.

He backed away scared and ran into someone.

He turned around and saw a brunette girl, with hazel eyes staring up at him. She smiled peacefully and said, "I knew you would come back."

He gasped and said, "She was right."

"Who was right?" whispered the girl, her eyes flashing green sparks.

He gazed into them and whispered, "You were."

A/N: Almost the end.

Yunie Tidus