Long Live the King

“I don’t know about this,” jazmín said, doubtfully, studying the box that Ariel had handed to her. “Fighting magic with magic?”

Ariel could understand what she meant but “It’s the only way,” she insisted.

Ramses nodded. “She’s right, Jasmine. From what people tell me, Maleficent’s magic is pretty powerful; we’d need an equally powerful force to counter it. Besides, the spell’s only meant to bring Naveen to you; True Love’s kiss will do the rest.”

Jasmine nodded, understandingly. The three of them were standing over the cover of one of the great statues of Ra in...

Word quickly got out that Adam had recovered from his attack. That was good news to Flynn in particular – Rapunzel and the other boys had been worrying that he might give himself a seizure with all the stress that had built up within him in the el espacio of twenty four hours.

“If anything happens to Adam, I’m gonna kill Gaston,” he had kept muttering.

To which Rapunzel had soothingly replied “Adam’ll be just fine, Flynn. He’s tougher than people think. You’re worrying about him too much.”

Thus when they received the news that he was alright, Flynn had almost collapsed in relief....

Belle woke up with a smile on her face. “Heh-heh!” giggled jazmín as Meg sat up with her hair all messed. “Medusa’s back, folks!”

“Ah, shut up!” replied Meg, tossing a almohada at her. “At least it’s easier to style than Rapunzel’s! tu alright, Belle?”

“Alright?” Belle repeated, stretching happily, “I’m so much más than alright!”

“Well?” asked Jasmine, sitting up properly in bed. “What happened between tu and Adam? Did he kiss you?”

Belle blushed but she didn’t care. “He did.”

“Ooh!” jazmín squealed.

“And he asked me out!”

“Aw, honey, that’s...

Belle woke the siguiente morning, feeling strangely cleansed, despite all she’d been through the anterior evening. She stretched and pushed herself out of cama with a yawn. Snow White had her head under the almohada and she groaned upon hearing Belle awake.

“Too much sun! Too early!”

“The bell’s about to ring,” Belle pointed out and a segundo later it did. Snow White groaned again. “Why do tu always have to be right?”

“Come on!” Meg battered her with her own pillow. “Get up and at ‘em! It’s the football game today, remember?” She looked over at Belle. “You alright, sweetie?”...

It was an ordinary summer’s evening and Belle and Adam sat por the fire. As usual Belle had her head buried deep in a book, which Adam was lectura over her shoulder. They often read together like this because it was so much más companionable than lectura alone. The book they were lectura tonight was called The Red Hound of the Moors and it was all about two mice, one named Basil and the other named Dawson, who had to solve a mystery for their friend, Madame Olivia and her father Hiram Flaversham, along with the help of their faithful dog Toby and their equally faithful and reliable housekeeper...