Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I don't own the plot, I don't own anything from Disney's Beauty and the Beast.

Madame de la Grand Bouche is the wardrobe. That's her name from the musical, I'm actually not sure what her name in the movie is.

Clara's identity will be revealed soon.

Clara stepped onto the golden tiles of the Great hall. THe large oval room was lit brightly by the intricate chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Sturdy pillars lined the wall. Differently colored flashes of light occasionally illuminated the room through the tall windows. This was where the Prince held his banquets and balls. This was where Henri and Madame de la Grande Bouche had first danced. And this was where the Prince had first shown his evil.

The scene outside was dire: sorcerers and sorceresses of both sides were hurling all their power at one another. The ground trembled and the forest swayed, its trees burning and its animals running. The Splendorans (those who upheld the good magic) were not doing well. Every minute a new light would be snuffed out, drowned, crushed, or burned. And those loyal to Adam were only shining brighter. Such power was too much for the world, it gave people strength that could move mountains, destroy countries, and drain seas. The world needed to change.

She paused for a moment, then pushed the thought to the back of her mind, there was no time to try to change it. She had to protect her child. As she hurried across the vast expanse of hte hall, the back of her neck started to prickle. She glanced at the oak doors, expecting Lumiere to burst through and engulf her child in flame. But nothing came. Something was wrong, she never got that feeling unless disaster was coming. Like when she was at home that bleak night in the winter.

She had just placed Chevell (he was only two years old) in his blankets when a knock came at the door. After kissing the boy, she hurried across the house, wondering why someone would come on this stormy night. Opening the door slowly, her look of concern had only deepened. A representative from the Splendorans was on her porch.

He had delivered the sad news that night. He had told her that Garon had gone into battle with one of the Obscuran (those of evil magic) generals: Maleficent. They had battled furiously but she had overpowered them.

No survivors were found.

She snapped back into reality, "Yes Chev?" She looked at worried face. Why was it worried?

He only pointed in response. He looked over her shoulder at the massive windows showing the outside of the castle. His finger was shaking.

She turned her head quickly, but it seemed like she had the opposite of whatever Henri gave her. She was in slow motion, and the world around her was moving at the speed of sound. Her dark brown hair whipped back as she spun her head, and her eyes moved agonizingly slowly to the windows. As they made contact with the glass, it shattered. It shattered because two radiantly sparkling forms had crashed through them. Clara rose her arm and summoned a wall of water to protect Chevell and herself. A few shards of glass made contact with her arm and foot though, and she fell to the ground, still clutching Chevell.

The two shining forms slowly extinguished their light. The green light turned to an old woman in a forest-colored cloak. The second was none other than the Prince, he wore his golden crown and red cape. A rich, blue tunic adorned his body and metal greaves protected his legs. The two began to argue fiercely.

"Yield to me Adam!" the old woman cried, throwing her hand back, "You're reign of terror has gone on long enough! None more need to die at your wicked hand!"

"Ha!" he scoffed in reply, "By what means would you have me change my mind old woman? You have barely a glimmer of power compared to my might!"

"Do not be deceived by my appearance! Things are not always what they seem," as if to illustrate her meaning, she drew a simple rose out of the folds of her cloak, "I would that you take my flower, with it you will be able to cast off the dark shade the evil one has placed on your eyes! Then you can return to the good ruler you once were, and all can evil can be repaid!"

"A flower?" he replied, "Please old one! I have fended off your attacks for years, tonight has been no different. And look at you, you're a shuddering husk of the woman you used to be. In any case, how could a plant have any power?" he spat, "You know as well as I that plants cannot contain magic for long, their form breaks away easily in it's path. No, you want only to distract me and take my kingdom for yourself! Well, this is all I have to say to you, woman!"

With those words he thrust his arms at her, his red cape billowing behind him. A beam of crimson light burst from his palms and slammed into the woman. She flew back against the wall, a crack breaking in it's surface. She lay in a pile at the floor. Her cloak was smoking and the flower fell from her limp hand. The Prince sneered at her disapprovingly and turned to jump into the fray again. His foe was vanquished.

Now the world was his.

There's still more to come.

Review at your pleasure, especially if you have any helpful insight, I want the story to be the best it can be.