It is a miracle that none of the servants came to any harm during the villagers attack, but What if they hadn't? Very rarely did people come out of full scale fights completely unharmed.
This is the story of what would happen if things hadn't gone so smoothly.
The villagers attack had been brutal, although the servants had come out on top overall, they came far from unharmed however. Many suffered minor chips and scrapes, simple injuries that would be unnoticeable once turned human again. Some were not as fortunate.
Madame de Garderobe wasn't lucky, she was attacked by the three Musketeers who broke two of her drawers. Lumiere wasn't lucky, Mr Potts stood on his arm after he fell over and bent it out of shape.
Mrs Potts was lucky, LeFou managed to catch her before she smashed from falling off the chandelier. Cogsworth was lucky, Madame de Garderobe jumped in front of him to distract the Musketeers. Chip was lucky, Chapeau caught him before he smashed himself and set him next to his mother as they became antiques.
Not everyone is lucky though, some aren't people even unlucky, in fact some people happen to be very, very unlucky, some may even say they were unfortunate.
Maestro Cadenza was unfortunate, his wooden leg had been hacked and broken by a villager with an axe. Chapeau was unfortunate, in their haste to leave the villagers had trampled him and his gold spine was bent completely out of shape. Plumette was unfortunate, her tail feathers had been ripped and shred apart. Gaston was unfortunate, the castle crumbled beneath him and he fell to his death. Some may say he dissevered it though.
The scene became all but happy as they became human again.
As the sun shone over them, cries of pain howled over the wind.
Cadenza's leg was completely gone and in its place, a gaping wound spilling blood over the steps. His wife crawled over to him, holding her side, blood on her dress. Her ribs were broken.
Chapeau lay on the ground, unconscious. Spine broken, he took his last breath.
Lumiere's arm hung limp by his side, it hurt like a bitch, though he didn't pay much mind to it. A blood stained pile of feathers looked more interesting to him. In that pile lay Plumette, legs broken, ripped and sliced open and blood gushing.
And as the villagers noticed the castles transformation, they came running back, starting to remember whom they had just slaughtered.
The Enchantress stepped out onto the palace steps, Belle and the prince followed behind. Neither missed a beat in helping their friends.
Once the villagers had gathered again, they took a first look at the damage they have done. A woman ran forwards, screaming and sobbing her heart out. It was Chapeau's wife. The poor woman sobbed into his coat.
A boy ran forwards from the back of the crowd, he yelled, he screamed, he cried. Plumette's brother, one of them at least. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His tears mixed with the blood on her dress. Lumiere put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
The Enchantress stood forwards pulling down her hood. She spoke to the crowd.
"Look at what you have done, people, you were so content to follow the crowd and now look at this, look at yourselves. Your family and friends, you did this too them."
"She's right, all of you look at this! These people are your friends, your brothers, your sisters, your wives, your husbands, your friends!" Adam pushed forwards, he was furious. "You may come to any funeral necessary, but after that none of you are to come back." The crowd started to disperse, not many lingered, but some did.
"Darling?" Mr Potts tried to talk to his wife, she backed away.
"Stop! Get away from me, leave us alone!" Nervous and tearful she slapped her husband away from her and their son.
"Henry?" Clothilde's eyes just begged for forgiveness, she wasn't about to be forgiven though. Cogsworth just looked at her sadly, "No, not now," he spoke quietly and seriously, but he wouldn't forgive, no he would not forgive.
Maurice showed up next on horse back, Lefou in tow. Lefou asked for forgiveness, Mrs Potts excepted quickly, but realised the others may take longer. They did however allow him to aid them in helping the injured. He lifted Plumette carefully, watched closely by Lumiere. Belle and Mrs Potts supported Madame de Gardrobe, walking her through the door. A makeshift stretcher was put together for Cadenza and he was carried inside by Adam, Cogsworth, Maurice and a one armed Lumiere.
The castle doctor was called on the spot to deal with the most severe injuries, (Cadenza, Plumette, ect.) Blood loss was the biggest risk, the castle's structure shook with screams of agony.
The fight took its toll, his missing leg hurt like shit. Not being capable of chasing after Froufrou or taking care of his wife who was on bed rest from five broken ribs. Stuck hobbling around on crutches, he felt useless, but hey, they're together at last and that was all that mattered.
The fact both legs were broken, snapped almost, it made getting around next to impossible and intense pain if moved too quickly or sometimes even moved at all, made fainting frequent. And death was not out of the way in the slightest. Infection, blood loss, if she were to fall it could clean cut her leg in half. But it was unlikely that she would be capable of a full recovery anyway.
Arm in a sling, he watched and stayed with her for days on end not leaving, this was terrible but hey they could kiss, they could touch they could feel, it was not over for them in the slightest. Crippled or not, feathers or flames, they could make it work and they will.
The village was crawling with guilty faces, they knew what they had done, and wondered why they had done it. Collective fear, had consumed their reasoning and sense, now blood had been shed and more death was to come. Forbidden from seeing their families whom they had attempted to murder seemed reasonable but hurt incredibly as they began to remember more and more of their friends. A smashed plate; a dead mother. A broken drawer; a missing sister. A shattered glass; a lifelong friend gone in the blink of an eye.
Such regret had never been so strong