As promised, here's the new chapter for Charmed. Sorry it took so long.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the "Tangled" franchise. I only own the story idea and any OCs I make up. If you noticed some similarities with Encanto while reading this, I was heavily influenced by the movie when I decided to rewrite this story. I don't own Encanto, either.

Anyway, let's get back to the story.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but at some point, the storm finally ended. There was still a lot of snow on the ground, but it would be gone soon.

Before the blizzard ended, Varian spent time with Micheal in the guest room. They talked about books (Micheal liked the Flynn Rider series, too), Micheal spoke about his family (Varian was stunned when he learned there were three generations living under one roof. He'd never met a family like that in Corona), and when it looked like the storm was easing up, the Morgan boy went and got Varian's clothes.

Despite the circumstances, Varian had to admit that hanging out with Micheal was fun. There weren't any kids his age back in Old Corona. Even if there were, they probably would've avoided Varian like the plague.

"Well, that was strange weather," Jareth said as he looked through the window and then turned to Varian. "At least you can go home now."

"I asked August to take you home with the cart if you'd like." Aisling offered.

Varian nodded, having changed back into his own clothes (Turns out those were an extra set of Micheal's PJs). It was nice that although they couldn't fix his problem, they ensured he did not have to face it alone.

"Alright then," Jareth said, giving Varian a hug, taking the latter by surprise. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will… thank you," Varian replied before looking around. "Uh, where's Micheal?"

"His brothers wanted to go play in the snow," Aisling explained, sitting by the fire again. "They're outside if you want to say goodbye."

The front door opened, and a man around Jareth's age walked in. August was dressed in his snow clothes with a long sword strapped to his back.

"Cart's ready," He said, stepping inside towards Jareth. "I hooked up Angus so Phoenix and Twilight could have a break."

"Okay." Jareth nodded in understanding. "Be careful."

August smiled fondly at him and kissed him on the head.

Varian looked away, trying not to stare. (It's not that he didn't know about same-sex relationships; it's just that Corona was a little behind the times)

August then stepped back and turned his attention to Varian. "Shall we get going?"

"Uh, right," Varian looked at Aisling and Jareth. "Thank you for everything."

Aisling nodded. "You're welcome, dear. We're always willing to help those in need."

"And if you need any help again, give us a shout," Jareth added.

Varian smiled and followed August outside.

Looking around, he looked at where he had been staying. It looked like a large, three-story manor house designed to look like a cottage with thick stone walls, a steeply sloped roof, and a blue front door. A section of the house rose to look like a tower, reminding Varian of his home.*

They heard laughter from the field next to the house, turning to see a group of twelve kids having a snowball fight.

Micheal was there in his winter gear, along with the two boys who were present when Varian was found. The long-haired one was Aiden, while the braided-haired boy was Felix. They were Micheal's younger brothers.

There was also another boy about Micheal's age who looked almost identical to him. That was probably Vincent, his twin brother. He had brown hair, slightly longer and lighter than Micheal's, green eyes behind a pair of round-framed, black glasses, and light freckles around his nose. He wore a long, emerald coat with green fur trim, a blue belt, emerald earmuffs, green gloves, a soft yellow scarf, gray pants, and warm beige boots.

Another boy their age was Ethan, their cousin. He had a slender figure with a tannish-fair skin tone, long, wavy, reddish-brown hair that reached past his shoulders, and light brown eyes. He wore a red cawl with white fur trim, an orange coat with blue and white star embroidery, black gloves, cobalt pants, and brown boots to keep warm.

The last boy in the group was the youngest, Arin, Ethan's four-year-old brother. Despite being only four years old, the boy was already starting to take on an active appearance and was taller than the average four-year-old. His skin tone was tan and the darkest of the group, reminding Varian of pictures he'd seen of the people of Galcrest. He had medium-long, raven-black hair, tan skin, and twinkling, dark brown eyes. He wore a thick white parka, Galcresten inspired, with fur trim and brown and blue accents, scenes of animals stitched on them, and white fur boots.

The last six members of the snowball fight were girls, most likely Camille, Rosa, Gabriella, Violet, Lorraine, and Belle.

Camille was the older sister of Arin and Ethan, only by a year for the latter, and Micheal described her as a tomboy. She was a natural beauty with a slender build and a light tan complexion. She had long, straight, somewhat messy dark auburn red hair that reached her waist, freckles across her nose and cheeks, and dark hazel-green eyes. Camille wore an orange coat with chameleons embroidered, blue pants, a green scarf, and deep brown boots.

Then there was Violet, Camille's younger twin sister. Unlike Micheal and Vincent, however, they're not identical twins. Violet was a beautiful, slender young girl about the same height as her sister with an hourglass figure. She has a similar complexion to Camille, high cheekbones, brown eyes with full eyelashes, magenta lips, and lush, wavy brown hair that reached her thighs. For the snow, Violet wore a winter outfit similar to Rapunzel's, only in gold and yellow, with a black belt and embroideries of the flower she was named after.

After her was Isabella, who went by Belle for short. She was two years younger than Ethan. Like her sisters, Belle was a beautiful, tan-skinned girl with a slender figure, light brown eyes, and long dark brown hair that she always kept tied in a ponytail. Belle wore a soft green coat with white fur trim and gemstone embroideries, matching boots, light gray leggings, white mittens, and matching earmuffs.

Meanwhile, Gabriella was Camille, Violet, and Belle's younger sister at eight, making her the same age as Aiden and Felix. Gabriella was a beautiful young girl with a slender build and fair skin. She had rosy cheeks, thin pink lips, slightly almond-shaped turquoise-blue eyes, a light dusting of freckles, and long, strawberry-blond hair tied in twin braided pigtails with red ribbons woven throughout. She wore a medium-length, burgundy skirt consisting of a red round-cut lining with points, with each rose and lavender print similar to a rose around the skirt on each point. Each lavender bush-like print on its round edges with a white bodice with gold trim and pink, red, gold, and lavender rose prints on it, a light pink long-sleeved blouse, and white heeled leather boots with gold linings and pink soles. She also wore a pink bonnet with lavender lining, lavender fluff, and matching white print on the back, a pair of pink mittens, a detachable pink cape with a matching cap, purple linings, and small Byzantium tassels on the edge of the cape with a gold brooch consisting of a pair of hearts with white prints attached to her cape.**

After her was Lorraine, a cousin to all the other kids and the same age as Camille and Violet. She was a beautiful young woman with a slender physique, fair skin, long wavy strawberry-blond hair that reached below her shoulder pushed back with a green hairband and amber-brown eyes. Lorraine wore a pale yellow jacket over a dark olive green and rosy brown dress, cadet blue gloves and earmuffs, and black snow boots.

Finally, the last girl was Rosa, Lorraine's younger sister by a year. She had fair skin, a slender, almost dainty figure, rosy cheeks, and light brown eyes. She has long, curly black hair that reaches past her shoulders and is pushed back with a dark sea-green bandana. She wore a dark olive green coat, a pale orange scarf, matching earmuffs, a long dark sea-green skirt with pale yellow embroideries of flowers, butterflies, and whisps of navy blue up the right side, and dark brown boots.

They were all laughing and having fun as they pelted each other with snowballs. Varian wished he could join them, but he had to save his father.

"Micheal! Vincent! Aiden! Felix!" August called to them, getting the boys' attention. "I'm heading out!"

"Okay!" Felix called back before going back to the game.

"See you later!" Aiden waved and then followed Felix's example.

"Bye, Dad!" Vincent added.

However, Micheal looked at his relatives and then back at his dad and Varian before walking toward them.

"Dad, wait up!" August and Varian turned to see Micheal catch up with them. "Can I come, too? Please?"

"If you want," August agreed after a minute. "But we won't be gone long."

"I know, I just… I just wanna see this through." Micheal explained, smiling at Varian.

The alchemist returned the smile, thankful for the support.

"Alright, then, let's get the cart."

The trio walked over to a stable that seemed attached to the main house. Inside were several stalls with horses, all different colors and species.

When they crossed the threshold, a large dog bounded up to greet them. He looked like a male Coronan Shephard with the same body shape and brown eyes, but his colors differed from other dogs Varian had seen. Instead of being back/tan or red/tan, he was a solid liver-brown color.

"Hey, Bruno!" Micheal smiled, kneeling to pet the canine before introducing him to Varian. "This is Bruno. He technically belongs to my uncle's family, but since we all live together, he's the family dog. He watches the stables for us."

"Hi," Varian said softly, letting Bruno sniff him curiously. "He probably smells my raccoon."

"As long as it's not a cat," Micheal joked. "Bruno and Maya don't get along most of the time."

"Alright, Angus," August said, leading a horse and cart closer to the entrance. "Come on, boy."

The cart was simple enough, no different from any other cart he had seen in Old Corona. The horse was a black Clydesdale stallion with an ivory muzzle and fetlocks, and dark brown eyes. He looked smaller than Fidella, so Varian assumed he was younger, too, but still old enough to pull a cart.

"Does everyone have a horse?" The alchemist asked, noticing Phoenix and Twilight step closer to their doors to see them off.

"Not all of us," Micheal answered, standing up. "But most of us do."

"Angus here actually belongs to Aiden and Felix," August added, checking the reins and harness to make sure they were done correctly. "But more often than not, Felix is the one riding him."

"Speaking of Felix, is he okay with you taking Angus?" The teen Morgan asked. "You know he doesn't like anyone but him handling him."

"He knows," His dad answered. "He wasn't happy about not getting to go riding, but he understood."

Satisfied that everything was secure, August climbed up and sat in the driver's seat while the boys sat in the back after saying goodbye to Bruno.

Varian closed his eyes and tried to take some deep, calming breaths. Micheal smiled at him and took his hand to offer reassurance. It caught the other teen off guard, but he relaxed after a minute, smiling back.

The ride to Old Corona was brief but quiet. Maya had snuck out of the house when they pulled out and climbed into the wagon.

"Old Corona is just over this hill," Varian said, looking down the road.

August nodded, but then suddenly, everyone in the cart jerked when Angus suddenly stopped. "What's wrong, boy?"

Maya turned and saw something that made her meow to get Micheal's attention. "What is it, Maya?"

The black cat pointed a paw to their left, drawing the violet-eyed boy's attention to a sharp, ominous-looking rock sticking out of the ground. Micheal's eyes widened at the sight.

"Dad?" He said, a slight fearful tremor in his voice.

"I know," August said, narrowed eyes focused on the rocks ahead of them. "I see them, too."

Varian looked at the father and son with wide eyes. "You've… seen these before?"

August nodded, coaxing Angus to start walking again.

"They're all over the Seven Kingdoms," Micheal explained, turning back to Varian as Maya into his lap, petting her. "Some places are worse than others. This actually isn't as bad as other towns we've seen."

"It can get worse than this?!" Varian gasped, looking around at his damaged village.

"Let me put it this way. The houses are still standing. Other places we've seen, there are literally only pieces left. That's how big the rocks were."

Varian felt like his heart was squeezing in a vice grip. He looked at one of the houses they passed and wondered if they got lucky in a way? Could you even call this lucky?

"Which is your house?" August spoke up.

"My place is on the far side of town," Varian forced his voice to work. "The manor up next to the Wall."

August's eyes widened in realization. "That's Sir Quirin's place…."

"You know my father?" Varian asked, his eyes widening further.

Instead of answering, August flicked the reins with determination on his face. "Let's pick it up a little, Angus."

Sensing new urgency in his human's sire, Angus started walking faster, eyeing the rocks as they went.

Soon, they were in front of Varian's home. August pulled on the reins to stop the horse. Varian was the first out of the cart, bolting inside. Micheal wasn't far behind him as he and Maya followed the alchemist. August exited the driver's seat and followed them, hoping Quirin was alright.

When he found the boys in the basement, his eyes widened in horror as he took an involuntary step back.

Varian's father, Sir Quirin, was frozen in what looked like a hunk of amber. His hand was raised to the sky, a note clutched in his fist. The only word that could be read was "Son," meaning the message was for Varian.

August had never seen anything like this and prayed he never would again.

Varian was kneeling by the amber, sobbing his heart out. Micheal was kneeling next to Varian, hugging him around the shoulders, trying to offer him comfort. Maya sat next to them, head bowed in solace, while a raccoon, probably the one Varian mentioned, crawled out from under the table and over to the boys.

August shut his eyes, sighing heavily as his guilt from the past two decades made itself known again. He had always blamed himself whenever he saw a village destroyed by the black rocks, knowing he had a part in setting things in motion.

If he had just left it alone, let fate take its course, things would be different.

He thought about his conversation with Brian, Aisling, and Jareth before leaving.

(Flashback)

August was walking around the house, looking for his husband and mother-in-law. He wore a white long-sleeve collared shirt under a black vest, navy blue pants, and brown boots.

Dominic had mentioned they were talking about consulting Brian for a vision, so he knew something was up.

He climbed the steps to his brother-in-law's tower room. The green-framed door had his name at the top, a picture of him with an hourglass, plus his initial carved on the doorknob.

Everyone's door in the house looked different. It had an image of the person with their name above it, symbols that specified their specific talent, and their first initial on the doorknob. In Brian's case, his was premonitions and being able to see the future.

The rooms inside looked different and bigger on the inside than out. Brian's, in particular, looked like an ancient temple or cave where rituals were held.

Speaking of rituals, August was about to knock on the door when he heard the sound of wind blowing on the other side of the door. Brian was in the middle of seeing the future. Not wanting to interrupt, August waited outside until he was done. When the wind stopped and the sound of sand falling was heard, August knew the ritual was over.

Waiting a couple more seconds, August knocked on the door. "Brian? Are Jareth and Aisling in there with you?"

"Yes, we are!" Jareth called from the other side.

"Then can I come in?"

"Come in, August." Aisling allowed.

August opened the door and saw his husband and mother-in-law standing in the center of the room with Brian.

Brian was relatively short compared to Jareth and about the same height as Aisling. He had a noticeably pale complexion, brown eyes with prominent eye bags, light freckles on his face, and messy, curly black hair mixed with gray streaks. Brian was a thin and unkempt-looking man with a big, prominent nose, whitely clean teeth, a thin, un-shaved mustache, and a light beard shaped like an hourglass on his chin. He wore a hooded green cloak with hourglass prints over a burgundy shirt with elbow-length sleeves, dark brown pants, and black sandals.

He was looking at a thick slab of emerald-green glass, which wasn't unusual. When Brian was done with a vision, it solidified into glass that contained the final results. What was strange was that Brian was looking at it with an expression that was a cross between confused and annoyed.

August had only ever seen Brian like that once.

That thought alone made him nervous.

"Is something wrong, August?" Aisling asked when he entered the room.

"Dominic said you two were going to talk to Brian about black rocks," August explained, standing beside them. "I about had a heart attack when he told me that."

"Varian said he had been experimenting on black rocks that were destroying his village," Jareth explained.

"The rocks have become more active as of late," Aisling added. "We cannot ignore this any longer."

"It's just like Micheal's…." Brian muttered.

"What was that, Brian?" August asked as they looked at him.

"This vision is just like the one I had of Micheal after his ceremony. There's no one answer, no clear fate…."

He turned the slab around for them to see.

It showed an etching of Varian. Brian started tilting it around, and the image changed. Varian was still there, but the background would shift. It looked like Corona's Capital, but the picture would look like the city's burning with black rocks around it at different angles.

"It's like the future's undecided."

"Any thoughts on what it could mean?" August asked.

"I don't know," Brian shook his head, his expression grim. "But I do know this. I saw other images during the ritual, and they showed different scenes with Varian. Watching them, I realized they were different possible futures."

"Different futures?" Aisling asked in surprise. This was the first she had ever heard of her son seeing multiple futures simultaneously.

"Once I figured that part out, I was able to determine that Varian's reached a crossroads with two different paths. I couldn't see what was at the end of those roads, but the few things I saw told me one thing: Varian's about to face a great heartache that will influence the decisions he makes next. If he's left to face it alone, then he's going to walk down a path of hate that will cost him whatever he has left."

(Present)

August focused back on the present and looked at the boys.

Micheal was still holding Varian, but he was looking at him with eyes that asked, 'What do we do now?'

August didn't know what Brian meant by "path of hate." His visions often never made much sense until they came to pass. However, he knew one thing for sure: he wouldn't leave Varian in his hour of need like this.

He was a prince once, and his duty had always been to help those in need. The rest of his family, including his son, shared this sentiment. Besides, Sir Quirin was his friend. They may not have been close, but he was a friend nonetheless. He owed it to his friend to look after his son.

August walked over to the boys, looking at the amber solemnly as he knelt on Varian's other side.

"Don't worry, Dad… I will get to the bottom of this…." Varian murmured lowly. "I promise…"

August placed a comforting hand on his back when he heard the alchemist's voice waver. If he was anything like Belle, Ethan, or Violet, he took promises very seriously. Rebuilding his sense of trust was going to take time…

"And he won't be alone," August vowed, touching the hard crystal surface.

Varian glanced up at the man out of the corner of his eye.

"We're here for you, Varian," Micheal murmured, still holding onto him. "We'll help you get through this."

Varian pulled away a little to look at him, icy blue eyes looking into violet pools. He half expected him to say the word 'promise,' but he didn't.

The alchemist felt conflicted. Despite all they had done for them, Varian wasn't sure if he could trust anyone again. Yet, they were willing to put themselves in danger to help him.

"Why?" He asked, finding his voice again. "Why are you helping me? You don't even know me."

August smiled sadly. "My husband lost his father when he was only a baby… I don't want you to go through the same pain we went through. Plus, your father was a friend. I at least owe it to him to look after you until he's set free."

"Besides," Micheal spoke up, causing Varian to look at him, seeing his kind smile. "You don't have to know someone to do the right thing."

Varian's breath nearly caught in his throat at the other teen's words. He said it so earnestly that Varian felt tears start to form in his eyes again.

He wiped at his eyes before whispering, "Thank you…."

Ruddiger patted a paw on Varian's leg, giving Micheal a grateful look.

"Truer words never spoken, Micheal," Maya suddenly said in a human voice.

Barely a second later, Varian and Ruddiger tensed in shock.

"Did… your cat just… talk?" He asked slowly, turning to the other teen.

"Uhhhhhh," Micheal chuckled sheepishly, looking at his cat, who was covering her mouth with her paws. August brought his hand to his face as he shook his head. "We have a lot to talk about since you're going to be moving in with us for a while."

Varian stared at them, looking crossed between expectancy and skepticism.

"How do you feel about the idea of magic…?"

*I wanted to make their home look like an Irish cottage, but when I looked it up, I learned they don't go beyond one floor. So, I changed it so that it had a cottage aesthetic.

**If you got lost in the description of Gabriella's winter wear, picture the outfit Anna wore in Frozen but recolored in colors associated with Valentine's Day. It ties in with her brand of magic.

I'm still figuring out how this story's flow will go. I like the idea of Rapunzel going with the Morgans and her friends having to come looking for her. At the same time, I don't wanna look like I'm copying Disneychick on ao3.

Throw some ideas at me in your comments; it'll help me post the chapter faster when I circle around to this.

For now, I'm gonna move on to the Pokemon fanfictions I've wanted to post for a while. See you soon.