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Sorry for the long wait but it took some time to put some meaning for the names. Each Puff and Ruff is a different character from a different Disney movie. Try to guess which one is which, though, I will be leaving some hints in the chapter.

Anyways, with further ado, I give you the next chapter to Ever After. Yes, I changed the name. I thought the last name was too much.

~Rosa

Chapter One: Blossom's Tale

July 5, 2015

Bunny looked around her room, checked her bag twice and made sure she had her car keys. A carefully wrapped box was in her bag that she planned to give to her friend after Bunny visited her cousin. In her hands was the latest book from R.M. Rolling, which for a fact, she knew her bookworm of a cousin has wanted to read. On her bed, boxing gloves tied to her gym bag, ready for her to grab so she can leave as soon as her shift was over at the Lounge.

She didn't know why but Bunny just knew that today was going to be a good day. With another look around her room, she closed the door and headed out.

...***...

A soft breeze kissed her fair skin as strands of strawberry-blond hair danced in the cool wind. She leaned on her balcony and looked straight ahead. Trees, trees and more trees as far as the eye could see. It was such a splendid sight and she grew bored with the scenery. She wanted to see what else the forest had to show her. Maybe, she could sneak out (again) for an hour or two. She could get back before anyone started missing her and Daddy would never know that she left.

She sighed. Who was she kidding? Last time her dad found out she was gone, he grounded her and made sure one of their servants was with her twenty-four seven. Even when she was sleeping! If it was one thing that she learned over the years, it was that, Torridon Marvin Meredith was someone you don't cross.

Although, being the daughter to a famous music director had its perks. She's met some world-famous singers, bands and musicians. She even had training for her singing and she wasn't one to brag but when she sang, the world stopped.

She lived in a mansion on the outskirts of Townsville, just behind the forest. Her room was fit for a king, colored with pink, white and gold. A walk in closet filled with beautiful clothes and gowns for their annual balls her dad held. It was a dream come true for young girls and she honestly wouldn't change it for the world, expect for one teeny, tiny thing.

Her dad's over protective nature.

She couldn't leave her home at all. She couldn't go to school like normal kids; she couldn't even go to private schools. Instead, she was home school. She couldn't buy her own clothes. If she wanted something new, she just had to look online and if the servants can, they would go to town and buy it for her. If not, than she could just simply order it.

Her dad did think of everything to keep her and her brothers entertained growing up. There was an inside pool to swim in, an ice-rank to skate on, a movie theater to watch the latest movies and even an arcade. Treated like royalty and she hated it.

Call it selfish but wasn't her dad being selfish as well? Keeping her and her brothers locked away from the world? She had confronted her dad about this on more than one occasion but he would avoid the question by simply saying she wasn't old enough.

Well, she was now eighteen and instead of ALLOWING her to go to college (liked she had dreamed of) like must young adults, she was trap taking online classes with the occasional in-home teacher. Private, might she add. As in, she couldn't even socialize with online classmates.

So, when was she going to be OLD enough to no longer be treated like a child? To understand why her father had kept her locked away from the world?

As she turned her gaze towards the clouds, a blue jay flew by, singing and soaring without a care in the world. The bird looked so beautiful, so peaceful, so carefree, so...free and she envied it. How she wished she was free like a bird. To just spread her wings and fly away to who knows where. The branch that she had eyed for some time now seemed closer than ever before.

What the hell. What harm could it do? Reaching out a hand, her thin, slender fingers grasped the branch and she began to pull herself up.

"Blossom?" Said girl let go, startled on hearing her name, spun around while holding her hands against her chest. She was so sure that no one was with her. "Where are you going?"

Blossom sighed. Her panic attack gone, she realized it was just her younger brother, Flan. He causally leaned on the door frame to her balcony, smirking as he did so but Blossom knew better. Though she couldn't see past his blond hair with blue tips, his blue eyes were wide and scarred. "Flan, it's just you. I thought you were Daddy." She turned around again and began to pull herself up on the branch again.

"Blossom, if Dad finds out that you left the house, again, it won't be pretty."

She heaved her legs over the branch; thankfully she decided to wear pants, although, they might not be white after today. Sitting on the branch, she looked over to her brother, smiling at him. It was sweet of him to worry but honestly, the boy had to lighten up. He was almost seventeen. "Stop being such a baby, Flan. Are you coming or not? Don't worry; we'll be back before anyone will notice we're gone."

Flan huffed before crossing the balcony and reaching for the branch Blossom was climbing down from. Why did he tag along? More so, why DOES he tag along? They were sure to get caught (like always) and receive some sort of punishment (as always) for disobeying. So, why did he follow his older sister that was too smart for her own good but made the stupidest choices?

Because, like Blossom, Flan enjoyed the thrill of an adventure and as the two raced deep in the forest, he couldn't help but wonder what they will find.

...***...

"This was so much fun!" Blossom giggled as she lay on the floor of an abounded tree house the two found a few years ago. It took a while but she and Flan were finally able to repair it and make it look decent. Everything they found in the forest came here. Rocks of different shapes and colors, wild flowers pressed in books, knickknacks that they had no clue on what it was but kept it anyways, were all kept here. "I really needed this."

"Yeah, it was." Flan smiled at his sister. He didn't know why but their dad was hardest on Blossom. There were times he let him and their older brother, Sebastian, go out to town but those were rarely. He wasn't even entirely sure if Blossom knew.

"One day, I'll be free." Blossom closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she played with her latest find; a pink heart-shape rock, shining in the sunlight, with some dents and dings on it. The rock was a fake, she knew, but she couldn't help but feel like it had some sort of special power, like it would grant her wishes if she held it tight. It made her feel hopeful to say the least.

"I'll travel the world, Flan. Meet my other half an-"

"BLOSSOM! FLAN! Are you guys up there?"

"Was that, Bunny?" Flan starched his head. He couldn't remember their dad saying their cousin was coming over.

Blossom sat up, her pink eyes brighter than usual as her face drained of color. She forgot about Bunny's visit and every time she came over, Daddy would walk Bunny to her room. One of his many ways on making sure that she was in her room or somewhere in the house. If Bunny was here, calling for them, than that would mean…

She gulped.

She was in SO much trouble. Covering her face, Blossom groaned.

...***...

"Blossom, if I told you once, I told you a thousand times, you are not allowed to leave this house."

Torridon glared at his daughter, trying his best to not lose his patience but she made it hard at times. Blossom didn't know it, but she was so much like her mother and it made it hard for him to handle her. She was such free-spirited and had a taste for adventure that he had to constantly keep an eye out for his only girl. It was easy when she was younger but now, a young women, it was becoming nearly IMPOSSIBLE to keep her out of harms away. But, if she knew Torridon reasoning on why he had to know where she was at all times, she wouldn't be so disobedient. But, he couldn't tell her. His reasoning's were his and his alone. He just hoped that one day, Blossom would understand.

Blossom was sitting on her soft pink bed, Bunny and everyone else were somewhere in the house as she got a lecture (again). She had heard the same speech more than one time and it never seemed to change.

She could have gotten hurt. She could have gotten kidnapped. She could have gotten lost. Blah, blah, blah. Blossom stopped listening after that, wondering how long it will be before he notices that she wasn't listening, and waited for him to stop talking.

Her father's once red hair was now white, held back in a low pony tail that just passed his shoulders, but his blue eyes that both of her brothers inherited still shined brightly. He was still attractive for being well over his fifties and still had A LOT to say, apparently. Huffing, Blossom just stared at him. Face resting in the palm of her hand while leaning over with her elbow on her leg.

"Do you understand, young lady?" Torridon looked at her but she was long gone from hearing him. He couldn't blame her. Even HE was getting tired of hearing his voice on the same thing. Sighing, Torridon just covered his face before continuing. "I love you, Blossom, and I just want to keep you safe but you're grounded for two months."

With that, Torridon left.

Groaning, Blossom covered her face and just cried her heart out. Was it too much to ask? Wanting to see the Real World and not be pampered like a princess? Was it so bad that she just wanted to see new sights and be like a normal girl? Even if it was just for an hour, just one short hour and she would never ask again. Just to have the feeling of being free.

But she wasn't normal. Blossom Undine Meredith could never be a NORMAL girl.

She couldn't work, so, she didn't have money to save up. No money meant she couldn't move out. And she knew that no matter how much she could ask her father for her to move out, he will never agree to it. Fresh tears came forth as the cold-hard truth came crashing down on her. She could never leave and loathed it.

She felt someone sitting on her bed and gave her a side hug. Sighing, Blossom looked up to see purple eyes staring at her. "Hey, Buns."

"Wanna talk about it?" Bunny hated to see her so sad but there wasn't much she could do. All she could offer was a shoulder to lean and cry on.

"You already know." Blossom looked around her room as tears kept flowing. "Where's Robin?"

"Work." Blossom only nods as she looked away. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Bunny gave her a squeeze. "Uncle Torridon will let you go one day."

"I just don't understand. He thinks I don't know but I do. I know he lets my brothers go to town, so why not me?" Blossom got up and walked back to her balcony. Leaning over the white rails, Blossom sighed. "I feel like I'm in a different world and I wish I could be part of your world, Bunny."

Bunny walked over towards her and leaned backwards on the rail with her arms crossed. The two didn't say anything as the wind blew through their hair. Blossom looked down and just studied the ground with leaves that fall to the floor.

"I think your dad just doesn't want anyone to use you guys against him. You know he will give up his whole business to make sure you and your brothers are safe."

"But he still let's my brothers go."

"Bash just has to wear a black wig and Flan looks nothing like you or your dad."

Blossom still wasn't convinced. "I can wear a disguise, too."

"Bloss, we can hide the hair but we can't hide your eyes. We tried. Remember? You just create a pink hue around the color contacts you put in. Everyone in town knows you're the only one that has pink eyes. You'll be recognized in mere seconds."

Bunny was right, of course. She was the only one with pink eyes in Townsville, besides her belated mother. Maybe singing for the annual balls wasn't such a good idea anymore. Blossom sighed (she's been doing that a lot lately); her dad couldn't hide the fact that he has a daughter. Not when he announces it every time she goes on stage. Still, it couldn't hurt to try.

"What about you and Robin? Can't you guys be used against Daddy?"

"We look more like our mother, minus the brown hair and purple eyes from me. As long as no one finds out that my dad is your uncle, we're fine." Bunny gave Blossom another hug. "Look, I gotta go. Working today and I have something to do before that." Blossom could only return the hug before letting her cousin leave.

Bunny gave her one final look and walked out of the room, making sure to leave the book she bought her on the bed. She told her good-byes to her other cousins before giving her uncle a kiss on the cheek as she headed out. Walking up to her dull, silver 2004 Ford, Bunny played with her keys as she thought about what Blossom said. Her cousin was right, she could disguise herself but Bunny was right, too. Unlocking the door, Bunny got in and started the engine. What they needed was a bullet-proof plan.

The only question remaining was: what was the plan?

Updated: 5 November 2014