#and hopeful stewards ultimate form is a form where hes an enchanter with a spell staff

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hello i had an awesomely weird/dark/heavy dream that’s somehow an au of a disney film, if you want to read it, venture below:

so it’s a weird mixture of ‘sleeping beauty’ and ‘beauty and the beast’, but the twist is that it’s not belle, the beauty, who’s asleep.  it’s the beast.  prince adam.  

instead of a benevolent/wise fairy who curses a malevolent and selfish child, it’s a wicked one, a la Maleficent, who curses a decent if spoiled young man to be a monster, his whole kingdom similarly suffering for his brash but uncharacteristic actions.

the kind fairy does show up, tho, and she can see no way to break the spell herself, and has no hope for someone coming to the ruined kingdom or loving the beast for what he is now, at least, not in time.  Maleficent still gave him the curse’s rose and the deadline and the ‘cure’, but only because she believed he would never be able to fulfill the requirements.  So the kind fairy puts his kingdom on pause, more or less asleep, such that time will not pass for them, thus extending the deadline indefinitely.  Maleficent doesn’t care or doesn’t know, if she did, she’d think it’s hilariously awful and would still leave them alone for the rest of the movie, maybe.

so the kind fairy leaves as well to search for a way to break the spell, but leaves the prince and his kingdom with a shared dream, so they can attempt to live some sort of life instead of being dead for what could be forever.

years pass, maybe centuries, maybe only a decade or two.

a wandering girl shows up at the mysterious and enchanted kingdom, seeking shelter from a storm.  It’s Belle, and she’s on a mission.  inside the castle, time is halted, but she moves through it with ease, unaffected by the spell.  there is food and fire and sleep, and when she wakes in the morning the storm is still raging, so she explores her housing.  So much she doesn’t understand.  So much that doesn’t make sense.

she comes across a grand bedroom, and by the window lays a hulking shape, the prince, the beast.  He is deathly still, and his head rests a covered rose, glowing and hovering.  it, too, is impossibly still, emanating a light that seems to want to dance, to pulse.  And on the other side, exactly opposite the sleeping monster, is another stone bed.  

in a desire she doesn’t understand, she lays down there, and sleeps.  

she wakes up in the world of dreaming the kind fairy crafted, and meets everyone she’d unknowingly seen in the castle.  the candlestick by the entrance is actually a man.  the teapot and the cups she’d made tea in are actually a woman and her children.  there’s a clock who is a steward, a featherduster that’s a maid, so on and so on, all astounded to see her, the first new person in ages.  but she is kind, and so are they, and they take her to meet the prince.

he is the only one still touched by the curse here, a monster even asleep, but he is fair, if distant, and welcoming, though tired.  

they talk, he explains, and she is in awe.  magic!  curses, fairies!  what a story she’s fallen into!  she wishes she could help, of course, but she doesn’t see how.  she can’t make herself fall in love, and as it turns out, love itself will not break the spell.  ‘only someone who loves you as you are may break the curse’ were Maleficent’s words, and they suspect that she meant for that someone to find their own way of dealing with it than making it a fair or simple exchange. 

belle knows she should leave the sleeping kingdom, but her curiosity is too great.  by day she explores the castle, reads, and tries to attend to the physical forms of those she met in dreams, and at night she would join the prince and his kingdom in their dream.

time passes, and belle stops aging.  she forgets how long she’s been in the kingdom, and she almost forgets her mission, but she does fall in love with the prince. he is her greatest friend, and she wishes she could show him the world as she knows it is outside, but as they suspected, her love is not enough by itself to save those it belongs to.  

belle therefore proposes a plan:  as the kind fairy is doing somewhere in the world, she should go out and search for a way to break the spell herself.  prince adam is reluctant, afraid to lose her to the dangerous world outside, but he cannot stop her, and so he gives her his blessing for the journey.

before she leaves, he calls upon the one other favour the fairy left to his kingdom: a magic mirror that would allow true and honest visions to the outside world.  belle first asks where she must go to save her found family, and the mirror shows her a peninsula that leads to a set of islands she does not recognize from any map she knows of.  the mirror shows her the way, a path of magic and danger, but she knows she is up to the task.  

then, hesitantly, knowing it’s the tiniest bit selfish, she asks the mirror where she might find her missing father.  the mirror shows her once again the peninsula and it’s islands.  the cure to the curse and her father, both in one place?  what a mad coincidence, but the mirror does not lie, and she asked the right questions.  

it’s settled.  she kisses her family goodbye, and the prince wishes her the safest travels, and that she come home quickly.  she promises she will, as quickly as possible, but promises are dangerous, and she knows that.  she leaves, sets out on her journey, following the trail the mirror set out for her.

the place she seeks, the peninsula and the islands, are in the heart of fairy country, a place of pure magic, wild and weird and strange.  the journey is slow and dangerous, but belle makes her way well enough, always careful, always thoughtful.  in the time of a year and a half, she’s found the peninsula.  

it’s permanently gray, there.  the sky rolls with meditating thunder, alight with murmurs of lightning, but never the sun, never the moon, and the stars had never once hung in it’s sky.  

but the journey is not without cost.  belle is dangerously ill when she stumbles across the cottage, and does not have the strength to drag herself inside.  she falls asleep, afraid of failure, just outside it’s rickety gate. 

she wakes up, however, inside.  an older fellow, who greets her curiously when she sits up.  he comments on her attire, pants and vest and boots, and wonders who she is and how she came to be here.  her heart hopes that this man is her father, but it can’t be.  he would know her, wouldn’t he?  and he looks nothing at all like she expected he would from the small painting her dying mother made for her.

but they talk and she learns he does not know who he is, nor why he is here.  he knows there is an item of powerful magic at the last island, and that for years he has been attempting to retrieve it, but he cannot get past the last puzzle that allows access to the final island. he has not tried in many years, but the magic of the world has kept him in limbo until he does, or leaves.  belle insists they try together, that she needs the magic to free the ones she loves, and the gentleman eventually submits to her request.  perhaps she will know something he does not, and they will at last both have some answers.

the next day they prepare for the upcoming tasks, and the next day they head out. there are seven islands, and they look like pillars, mountains lurching out of the sea, each connected to the other by an impossible bridge.  the first six islands they pass through easily, the man having solved them time and again, many years ago.  the last island’s bridge is the most complicated, the most dangerous, and the most tiring.

it’s a pulley system, with a rickety platform for the travellers to stand on, prone to leaning or tipping the passengers into the dark and deadly sea.  belle wants to help, but the man insists that this is no time for trial and error.  error here would mean death, and he knows he has the strength to do it.  she begrudgingly allows him to do it alone, and holds on. 

the system is miles long, and the platform on which they stand dips low over the raging waters.  to pass the time, they share the details of their lives.  the gentleman explains he has forgotten what he came here for, the reason he once desired the magic item, whatever it is, but he came for it in desperation, and each time failed a puzzle, a memory was taken from him, until all that remained of him was the peninsula, the islands, and the gates.  he knows about the islands from the journals left behind by another, but the journals themselves have rotted away.  

the gentleman finishes his story as he painfully pulls them up onto the island, the arduous task of ascending the last half of the pulley system finally complete.  he asks her about herself as they approach the gate.  who is she?  what makes her special? 

she tells him about her quest for her father, and how that has consumed most of her life.  she tells him that she finally found a home, someone to love and be loved by, and that she has to save him, but must ultimately abandon her search of her father to do so.  the mirror showed her these islands as a solution to both, but she suspects her father is dead, possibly the man who wrote the journals at the cottage.  if this is true, it means there is nothing more she can do for him, and their reunion would never come to be.  

they are silent as they come to the final gate.  it is massive.  two solid steel obelisks serve as the doors, engraved with symbols and imagery that belle is not familiar with.  the gentleman can make no sense of it either, but following the trend of the last few doors, he knows it’s a riddle, and they must find the correct answer or submit a memory for their failure.  

they think and think and think, conversing and wondering but never submitting an answer, never sure of what it could be.  still, it’s the most progress the gentleman ever made with this door, all his previous attempts being wild guesses based on next to nothing.

eventually, in conversation, they think they discover the answer.  belle speaks it, but the doors do not open, yet niether are they cast out, a memory taken.  she hesitantly pushes on the door, and they swing open.

inside is a wand, and upon retrieving it, it releases the stolen memories of the gentleman, and of belle.

for you see, the gentleman eventually ran out of his own memories to give, and began to barter away the memories of his sick and dying wife, and their child.  the wife, when asked by the daughter what her father looked like, could only paint what she hoped her husband looked like, having forgotten the truth long ago.  the wife died, and belle went in search of her father, out there in the world.  she grew up alone, until she’d discovered the enchanted kingdom, her prince, and his subjects, which had led her here.

the man remembered his daughter, and was so happy to know she’d been with him this whole time, just as belle was so glad to know she’d found him, and that her initial hope had been correct.

the kind fairy appeared then, and with the wand that belle gladly gave to her, took her home to her prince, woke the sleeping kingdom, and broke the bindings of the curse.  

prince adam then proposed to belle, and they were wed in the spring.  for a year they stayed in the kingdom, reuniting with each other, but come their first anniversary, prince adam left belle’s father as his regent, and the two travelled the world, returning home every year with gifts and new alliances and trade.  the kingdom prospered, and so did belle and adam.  

the end <3

some of that i had to fill in the blanks on, since the dream didn’t exactly cover it, but i feel like this is how it was meant to play out, more or less.  anyway.  long silly post over, thanks for reading!