Okay, here's the new beginning of Charmed. I'll post the next chapter right after.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the "Tangled" franchise or any elements of "Encanto" that are used. I only own the story idea and any OCs I make up.

Millennia ago, before the Seven Kingdoms were founded, there was a time when magic ran rampant throughout the land. The earth teemed with this old magic that only seemed to grow each day.

Everything thrived from its power: plants, animals, and people. Many learned to tap into this force. Stories spread of magic users of all kinds. Powerful wizards, benevolent sorceresses, wicked witches, and nefarious warlocks.

Magic became something that was loved and feared. Several kingdoms even employed magic users in positions such as Royal Wizards or Court Mages to defend their lands from magical threats.

During this era, there was a clash in the heavens that became known as the Cosmic Event. In a dispute between the sun and moon, both heavenly bodies released a single drop of their power that fell to the earth. These drops took the shape of two celestial artifacts:

The Sundrop Flower and the Moonstone Opal.

Both were very powerful, with abilities opposite in nature. The Sundrop could heal the sick and injured and restore a person's youth. Meanwhile, the Moonstone could summon destructive black rocks and drain the life of those who ventured too close.

Magic practitioners of all kinds traveled to study the flower and stone, but none dared touch them. Given their origins, it didn't take much convincing for the Sundrop and Moonstone to be considered sacred. They came from a higher power, possibly the one that gifted the world with magic in the first place. It became taboo to even consider taking such precious treasures.

As centuries passed, the birth of the Seven Kingdoms began, causing two different fates for the celestial artifacts.

The Sundrop faded into obscurity in an out-of-the-way spot by the ocean. It sat alone and undisturbed by man, watching as the Kingdom of Corona grew not too far away. Its only constant visitor before that was a witch named Gothel, and she wanted to keep the flower hidden so she could use its power to remain young forever.

On the other hand, the Moonstone had an entire kingdom grow around it, kept safe and guarded for generations. Known today as the Dark Kingdom, the Kingdom built itself around, worshiped, and adjusted to the whims of the seemingly sentient Moonstone Opal. However, the Moonstone had become cruel to the Kingdom in the last few decades. People were dying of a plague created by its decay magic and impaled or chased out of their homes by black rocks. The once-proud kingdom soon fell because of the power it once protected.

As the years passed, the magic fell asleep. Those who partook in its power faded into the realm of myths and fairy tales. However, many still believed in magic and would seek out mages in times of great need.

Corona's golden age was during the reign of King Frederic vi Sonne and his wife, Queen Arianna. Everything was prosperous and peaceful. Corona was in good standing with its neighbors, the economy was stable, and crime was low. Trade was encouraged, harvests were plentiful, and Corona set a new standard for culture and education.

It was perfect… until the Royal Family was expecting their first child.

Toward the end of the Queen's pregnancy, she fell sick. Very sick. As her condition worsened, the King consulted every doctor and apothecary he could find, hoping one of them could save his wife and child.

Many strived to find the answer. All of them failed.

All they could do at this point was make Arianna as comfortable as possible.

The King fell into despair as they ran out of time. After leaving to give the physicians room to work, he paced the throne room.

"Your Majesty?" A low voice cut through his troubled emotions.

Startled, Frederic turned to see one of his oldest friends, Quirin, entering the throne room.

"Hello, Quirin," He greeted the man tiredly. "It's been a long time, old friend."

"So it has." Quirin sighed heavily. "How is she doing?"

The King looked down before turning to the window. "I don't know what else to do…."

The two men fell silent, feeling the weight of the situation, until the throne room doors opened, and a young man walked in.

He was a tall and slender man yet had a fairly built physique. He had fair skin, short brown hair, and brown eyes. For clothes, he was dressed in a sleeveless navy blue tunic over a black turtleneck, dark brown pants, and black boots. A dagger was sheathed to his left hip, and the biggest thing that stood out on his outfit was a red hooded cape with a gold clasp.

The two men were surprised when the newcomer came in, shocked even.

"Quirin. Frederic." He nodded in greeting to each man.

"Augustin!" The King gasped quietly. "You're back!"

"I actually returned some time ago," Augustin explained before sighing. "I've just been trying to decide how to… announce myself. How is Arianna?"

The silence and defeated looks that followed were all the answers Augustin needed. He was quiet momentarily, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I might know someone who can help her… but I make no promises."

"Who?" The King asked, daring to feel hope.

"He's a healer who's mostly nomadic. Right now, he's settled in Corona. His name is Jareth Morgan. He sells herbal remedies for common ailments to those who can't afford traditional doctors."

"I've sought common treatments, Augustin," Frederic shook his head. "What I need is a miracle."

"In this day and age, mages make miracles."

Frederic and Quirin's eyes widened at his words.

"Are you sure?" The King breathed, his voice beginning to shudder.

"Yes," He nodded. "I can vouch for him, but if you want his help, I have to bring him to you. His family doesn't like knowing where they live."

The King's shoulders tensed warily. "There are more of them?"

Augustin chuckled wryly. "They'll be welcoming their next grandchildren in the fall. According to Jareth, it's twins."

"And what if they curse my unborn child?" Frederic speculated. "Or cause Arianna to be barren?"

The room became quiet after that, an angry glint appearing in Augustin's eyes. Quirin tensed, fearing he would have to intervene before the newcomer calmed down.

"Frederic," He said, gravely calm. "She'll die either way. You can either do nothing and face that, or you can have a little faith in the one thing that can save her."

With those words, Augustin turned and left the room without another word.

The King took Augustin's words to heart in the twilight of the Queen's pregnancy. He called the man and asked him to bring the healer to the castle.

Augustin was gone for several days without a word, causing Frederic to worry about his well-being. It came to the point that he asked the Captain of the Guard to send out a search party for him. Then, one evening, as the Captain made those preparations, there was a knock on his office door.

"My apologies for taking so long, Captain," Augustin said as he walked in, gesturing to someone behind him. "His mother is a difficult woman to convince."

With him was a young man whose head and most of his face were covered by a purple cowl.

"I was told you needed my help," The stranger said softly.

When he pulled back his hood, the Captain was almost visibly taken aback by his appearance.

He was a young man about Augustin's age, give or take, and would be described more as beautiful than handsome. He has medium-long, straight, golden hair like sunshine and violet eyes. He had a tall, svelte figure, and his skin was fair and flawless. His facial features were angular and refined, giving him an air of maturity, yet his eyes glimmered with compassion and kindness. Along with his cowl, he wore a teal vest over a long-sleeved white shirt with gray pants and black shoes. Across his body was a brown satchel that most likely held supplies he would need.

Getting over his surprise, the Captain discussed the situation, explaining the King's distress. "This is their firstborn child. If the Queen perishes, there will be no heir."

"I see," Jareth nodded. "So it's more than just the mother and child at stake."

The Captain nodded gravely. "Is there anything you can do?"

The healer was quiet, weighing possibilities and ideas before speaking again. "There might be… However, I need to assess the Queen's condition for myself."

"Very well."

The Captain led Augustin and Jareth to the royal couple's chambers. King Frederic greeted them with a few guards before showing them to the Queen's bedside.

"Well, wizard?" The King insisted after a moment's silence. "Is there anything you can do for her?"

Jareth stepped closer before raising a hand. A very light cornflower blue light encompassed his hand as he moved it over the Queen's fevered form. Frederic just barely stopped himself from slapping his hand away.

"I see…" The light disappeared before the healer delivered his verdict. "The child is healthy and will more than likely survive the birth. The Queen, however… the odds are not in her favor."

"Is there anything you can give her?" Augustin asked.

"That's where we run into a problem. While I have some elixirs that could cure the Queen, to the healthy baby, it could cause them to become sick upon birth."

"Would a c-section be possible?" The Captain asked.

Jareth shook his head. "In the Queen's state, she wouldn't survive the procedure."

"I cannot accept that!" The King hissed in outrage. "I do not believe you would have agreed to come here if there was nothing you could do!"

"Frederic." Augustin glared at the monarch.

Frederic's eyes softened slightly at the look before calming down.

Jareth sighed resignedly, conflicted, as he glanced at Augustin and then out the window at the night sky. The moment stretched out again, agonizingly silent and dim.

"Stars, forgive me," He whispered before turning to the King. "Tell me, Your Majesty, have you heard of the Sundrop Flower?"

Frederic scoffed. "A child's story! It doesn't exist!"

"It does," Jareth answered sharply, his violet gaze losing its gentleness as it bore into the King. "And I know where it is. All who feel magic do. Anything else we try will do no good. The Queen is at Death's door. It's the only thing that will save her now."

The King breathed sharply through his nose. He didn't like being given ultimatums, but to save his wife… "Fine! Just do whatever it takes to save my family!"

Jareth's eyes softened after a moment. "I must warn you, Your Majesty, to disturb magic from the heavens… It would bring unimaginable consequences."

The King looked at his wife. He reached for her pale, clammy hand and held it tightly.

"Whatever the price," He whispered. "I will pay it."

And so, Jareth and his brother, Brian, led the King's scouts to where the Sundrop Flower grew. Word spread of a hope that could bring the royal family back from the brink of despair. Many prayed the rumor was true, that the Queen would be saved and a new heir would be born.

However, there was one who did not believe the Sundrop was the answer.

"Frederic," Quirin begged at the King's throne. "You can't take the Sundrop. Even if you do find it–"

But the King's decision was final. "I'll accept the consequences if it saves her."

"It won't just be your consequences," Quirin retorted. "The entire kingdom will be in danger!"

He told the King of dark lands filled with decay and that Corona would meet the same fate if they took the flower. Still, King Frederic ignored the warnings, and Quirin left with a heavy heart.

That night, the King accepted the flower and watched as the healer demonstrated how to prepare its magic.

"Have her drink it," He told him, his voice quiet and weary. "And pray that the Moon will have mercy on your kingdom."

As Frederic raised the elixir to his wife's lips, he stared back at the healer with cold eyes and spoke caustic, biting words. "And may your guilt be reflected with mine."

The King never noticed the angry glare Augustin gave him at that moment.

The Queen was saved, her child secure. The Kingdom erupted into celebration, praising the miracle that had preserved the family line. No word was breathed of the Morgan Clan, and they disappeared from Corona. Not long after, Augustin left the Kingdom again and was never seen again.

The King's newborn child was a daughter, and she was given the name Rapunzel. The King watched a new dawn break over his kingdom, and he heaved a sigh of relief…

Until his daughter was stolen.

How the thief infiltrated the castle was a mystery. Many claimed it to be magic.

At the sight of his wife weeping for her lost child, the King felt rage take over his grief-stricken mind. There was only one person he suspected of having taken his daughter. After locking down the castle, he ordered his guards to search the Kingdom for the Morgan Clan. After three months, they came up empty-handed.

While the Kingdom's Guard increased their efforts against criminal activity, the King set aside a particular group of guards. They were dark tunics and metal helmets to disguise their appearances.

"I want every witch, wizard, warlock, and magic-user brought to the castle for interrogation," The King demanded. "Anyone who claims to have known this family will comply or suffer the same as every other criminal you find. Hunt them all down!"

And so, the Witch Hunters began their crusade.

As the few mages left in the Kingdom were dragged back to the castle, the Morgan Clan remained unfound. Neighbors were suspected, and distrust spread like a plague. Magic became a forsaken art, suffocated by the realm of science and alchemy.

A shadow fell across Corona as the months turned into years, and the Princess was still nowhere to be found. It seemed that the Kingdom's future would fall into an age of chaos.

But the Queen encouraged her husband not to give up. Each year, on their daughter's birthday, they asked every citizen to craft a floating lantern. They'd send their makeshift lights to the heavens in the evening, praying for the Princess to return.

And, one day, she did.

But the Morgan Clan did not.

Okay, the prologue is still mostly the same as before. It's not until the following chapters that the changes will come in. I did change a few characters, though.

This is where I'll hop off this story. I will keep editing my other Tangled stories before I update The Light Guard. See you all soon.