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It wasn't even half an hour before someone started knocking on Beau's doors again. Beau rubbed his temples before hesitantly making his way to the door praying it wasn't Guinevere or one of her admirers waiting to extract their revenge on him. With a deep sigh, he opened the door.
"Oh boy..." Beau thought.
"Beau..."
"Hello Gaston..."
The bigger man gestured for Beau to follow him.
" We need to talk...'
The two men travelled in silence until they arrived at a large meadow. Beau cracked his knuckles nervously... What was his friend up to?
"Beau... I want to talk to you about Guinevere..." Gaston glared, his voice stern.
Beau grimaced...
"Um... Look... If this is about my rejection to her... I didn't mean to uh... It... It was..."
"IT WAS BRILLINAT!"
Beau raised an eyebrow unsure if Gaston was joking.
" Pardon?"
"It was brilliant! Finally! Someone to put that brat in her place! Good job old friend!" Gaston bellowed shaking Beau's hand.
"So you aren't here to kill me for what I did to your sister?" Beau asked nervously.
"Kill you? I should be congratulating you! You have no idea how my sister is... Hasn't aged a day since five... My God... She can be so... so trying! Whining and crying... She needs a good spanking and boy did you give her one!"
"More of the other way around..." Beau muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing... But answer me this... You're her brother... Why leave the spanking to your best friend?"
Gaston rolled his eyes.
"Please, she never listens to me... Besides... I have more important things to do than worry about Guinevere's petty problems..." Gaston scoffed before sitting down on the soft grass.
Beau snorted as he took a seat next to Gaston.
"You have more important things? I'm leaving tonight for university..." Beau grumbled.
"What are you complaining about? University! It'd be a new experience! You'll get to learn things, be educated, and see the world! You won't be just another simple village boy like me..." Gaston mumbled, a hint of bitterness in his voice
"Hey I was joking! But what do you have to complain about? You're the new village hunter! Isn't it all you've ever wanted?"
"Yes... Before I found out the amount of responsibility I had to shoulder..." Gaston spat before throwing a handful of grass into the air watching how they drifted off into the wind...
Gaston sighed.
"I don't know what to do Beau... This village not only demands that I put food on the table in tavern but also... They demand that I protect their homes, their wives, their children... What if I can't do it Beau? What if I'm not as good as people think and I fail them? People are depending on me..."
Beau was lost for words... He knew Gaston took his work seriously... He didn't know Gaston took his work that seriously...
"You worry to much..." Beau smirked.
"Beau I'm being serious ... What if something attacks the village and I can't protect it?"
"Gaston, you're the best hunter the village has ever produced, even your father said so... So don't worry..." Beau comforted.
It was a few minutes before Gaston nodded.
"I guess you're right..."
Beau chuckled.
"You guess?" he asked sarcastically, his eyebrows arched.
Gaston rolled his eyes.
"I know you're right... Happy?"
"Delighted..." Beau nodded. "Come on its getting late and I still have things to do..."
Grinning, Gaston grabbed his riffle only to drop it in shock as a loud horse neigh pierced the air.
"Philippe!" Beau cried as the brown stallion burst out the trees, cart and all, snorting loudly as he galloped heavily towards them. It took both men a good deal of patience and caution before poor Philippe stopped thrashing and finally reached a semblance of calm.
"What's Philippe doing here?" Gaston grunted, yanking the reins to prevent Philippe from kicking him, again...
"I don't know... My father was riding him to the fair... and... oh no"
Gaston watched in bewilderment as Beau singlehandedly separated the heavy looking cart from the horse before clambering onto it.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find my father!"
"Find your father?"
"He's in trouble... Something must have happened on the way to the fair!"
"Beau... Don't be rash... Philippe could have just gotten loose and..."
"Philippe wouldn't just abandon father unless something went wrong! I'm going to go look for him!" and with that Beau turned and rode deep into the woods leaving Gaston alone with the cart.
Gaston sighed before grabbing the handles of the cart. "Terrific..." he grumbled before pulling the cart all the way back to the Chevalier household.
Beau dreaded every mile that passed. In all honesty... HOW COULD HAVE HIS FATHER GOTTEN THIS LOST?! Did Maurice turn a blind eye to every single mile sign he passed? Well he must have for Beau was at wit's end trying to figure how his father got this off track. Even with someone as careless as Maurice... It just wasn't possible... Beau groaned.
"What was I thinking? Letting him travel alone... Father please be alright... please..." Beau prayed as he urged Philippe to gallop faster.
It was approaching nightfall before Philippe suddenly stopped. By now, both man and horse were shivering from the cold of the rain, trembling in fear as the rising moon casted a sickly yellowish glow over the sinister forest...
"Where did you take him Philippe? What is this place?" Beau trembled as he looked at the foreboding iron gate and behind it, an enormous castle surrounded by thunderclouds...
Hesitantly, Beau dismounted Philippe and led the nervous horse through the gates. His eyes went wide. There among the dead leaves was, unmistakably his father's hat...
"Father..."
Meanwhile in the kitchens, Lumiere and Cogsworth were in the middle of a heated argument.
"Couldn't keep quiet could we? Just had to invite him to stay didn't we?"
"Serve him tea, sit in the mistress's chair, pet the pooch!" Cogsworth mocked the fuming candlestick. Lumiere scowled, tempted to set the pompous clock on fire.
"I was trying to be hospitable!" he said defensively. Cogsworth laughed.
"Hospitable? Hospitable? Thanks to YOUR hospitability, that poor man is dying of cold in the DUNGEONS you... you irresponsible, devil-may-care, waxy-eared, slack-jawed..."
Lumiere lost it. Angrily, he raised his wicks to...
"Father?"
The two objects turned around in surprise, their bickering quickly forgotten as they saw Beau quickly walked passed them. Lumiere couldn't believe his eyes... or his luck...
"It's... It's a young man..." he said excitedly grabbing Cogsworth by the shoulders.
Cogsworth rolled his eyes before quickly blowing out the flames on Lumiere's wicks before they set him on fire.
"I know it's a young man... What about him?" he retorted skeptically.
"Don't you see?! He's the one we've been waiting for! The one to break the spell!" and with that, the candlestick leaped off the table and ran after Beau.
Cogsworth blinked before realization dawned onto him.
"Wait for me!" he cried before running after Lumiere.
