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(Sorry this was later than expected, guys, but I have a very good reason – I was ill last week. NOT Covid, just a cold, but it knocked me for six. Plus I started a new job today, so last week I was too stressed worrying about that to focus on writing anything. But anyway, here’s the bit you’ve all been waiting for!)
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The Black Cauldron bubbled away, filled the room with garish red smoke and Belle had to admit that she could understand why Cinderella had been so eager to use it a year ago. It was so powerful that the urge to use it for anything had to be fought back. Meanwhile, the group watched in fascination as the Horned King fashioned the willow twig that Carpet had brought him into a loop, muttering ancient spells over it all the time.

“Once Cinderella is brought back to life, we can use this to bind her magic so that she can only use it to battle the Sea Witch,” the Horned King explained. “Slip this onto her wrist whilst she emerges from the Caldron. She won’t be able to take it off, even if she tries to cut through it.”

“But we’ll need to get it off, won’t we?” Adam growled. “When she battles the Sea Witch.”

“Yes, and do that, Belle, you will need to wave your hand over the bracelet” the Horned King went on, “and utter the words “Now magic unto your rival.”

“Me?” Belle exclaimed in surprise. “But surely Tink should be the one to do that? I mean, she has magic-!”

“Yes,” the Horned King chuckled, “but this spell needs to be undone by one who is the complete opposite of the one who’s magic is bound. You are good, selfless and have no confidence that you have any magical abilities at all, whereas Cinderella is evil, selfish and relishes her magic.” He waved his hand a final time over the loop and it turned into a single elegant gold bangle.

“Ooh!” Tinkerbell breathed. HenWen took a step back, startled by the sudden transformation.

“And now,” the Horned King said, looking over at the bubbling Cauldron as the bracelet hovered in the air, “it is, alas, time. Tinkerbell, the hair, if you please.”

Hesitantly, Tinkerbell dangled the hair over the boiling potion. She looked nervous, and Belle couldn’t blame her. “Don’t worry, Tink, I won’t let her hurt you again.” As if to emphasise, Carpet struck a strong macho pose.

Nodding warily, Tinkerbell dropped the hair slowly into the Cauldron. It drifted gently down, catching the light and glimmering gold for a moment, like the finest thread, and then touched the surface of the potion. At once, the smoke began to flow faster like water, tumbling out in great red clouds and everyone stepped backwards to avoid being cloaked in it, even the Horned King. The experience was different this time, however. Belle remembered how the charred body of Emeralda had risen forth fully formed, but she supposed that that was because she had died being burned. Even so, Cinderella had been aged to death when the Ritual was interrupted.

The body before them was skeletal, at first, but as it rose up out of the Cauldron, it seemed to thicken, growing new flesh and skin. Belle frowned. The Horned King leaned closer to her.

“Different than you remember?” Belle nodded. “That’s because the Coven used Esme’s hair from after she was burned away to nothing, or rather it was taken whilst she was burning. Thus she was brought back in the form her hair was taken from.”

Belle thought she understood, despite his odd description. “So, because this hair was from when Cinderella was still young..?”

“Then she will be young again, just as she always wished to be.” Belle noted the touch of bitterness in his voice. “There is nothing wrong with growing old, Belle. I hope you are never so vain.”

“Never,” Belle promised, watching the apparition before them. The smoke curled around the body, becoming torn white clothing. Strawberry blonde hair fluttered, framing the slender face, though the eyes remained closed. Then, as the smoke began to curl away and the group could see the witch quite clearly, her eyes snapped open. They were as cold and wicked as Belle remembered.

With a look of one tired of being bothered all the time, Cinderella placed both hands on the edge of the Cauldron to heave herself out of it, and the Horned King nudged Belle gently. “Now! Quickly!”

Springing into action, Belle leapt forwards and thrust the bangle over Cinderella’s arm. The witch jumped and glared at her as the bracelet seemed to retract inwards, ensuring it could not slide off over her hand, just like a manacle.

“What are you doing?” Cinderella’s voice was the same as Belle remembered too. She glared at the young woman. “It’s you!” in an ungainly, un-ladylike manner, Cinderella clambered out of the Cauldron. Belle remembered how the dress she had died in had been torn apart by the other members of the Coven, and it looked just the same now. Magic was strange, really. “You’ve taken everything from us! But by the time we’re through with you, you’ll be-!”

She broke off, staring around at the group. “Who are-?” She frowned at Adam, and then saw the Horned King. “Your Majesty..!” She took a few steps backwards. Belle was surprised. She hadn’t thought that Cinderella would be afraid of anything. But then, the Horned King was good and probably had magic to rival her own. Cinderella whipped around, looking for something.

“I don’t understand...” Then, she turned on Belle, her eyes blazing. “What have you done to the others?”

“Others?” Even as she asked it, Belle realised. “The rest of the Coven? Cinderella, they’re dead, just like you were.”

Cinderella’s eyes widened, and she looked appalled.

“Dead..? All of them?”

“Every one.” Tinkerbell nodded. “Though from what I hear, they turned on you right before you disintegrated, so I don’t see why you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset!” Cinderella snapped, whipping her head around to look at Tinkerbell. “They were weak and inferior! I didn’t really need them! And how are you alive? I thought I’d killed you!”

Tinkerbell immediately hid behind Carpet.

“Chernobog brought her back to life,” Belle replied, steadily. “And now I’ve brought you back to life, because someone else is terrorising the Forest now, and you’re the only one who’s powerful enough to stop her.”

Cinderella laughed. “You brought me back to life to use me as some kind of battle slave? You expect me to solve a problem for you after everything you did to me?”

“Everything you did, you did to yourself, Cinderella!” the Horned King replied, stepping forwards. “You sold your soul to Chernobog and failed to keep your promise to him. You betrayed your Coven Sister and left her to burn. You mistreated your other Coven Sisters so badly that they also turned on you. You have no one but yourself to blame for your death, Cinderella.”

“You made a mistake bringing me back to life, your Majesty.” Cinderella scowled at them and raised her hand. “Or have you forgotten I was always the most powerful of the entire Coven-?”

She brought her arm back and whipped it forwards, as if about to throw something, but nothing happened. Belle recognised her signature move for creating and throwing fire. Only there was no fire. Cinderella stared at her hand in disbelief. The Horned King shook his head.

“Now, did you really think we wouldn’t be ready for that, Cinderella?”

“What have you done to me?” Cinderella stared at her hands, incredulously. “You took my powers!”

“No, only Chernobog can do that, after all he was the one who gave them to you,” the Horned King replied, calmly. “I just bound your magic so you can’t use it without Belle’s say so.”

Cinderella scowled at him again. “Shackled like a dog to a lead? What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing,” Belle insisted. “I just said, we need you to-”

“To get rid of another witch? Why should I?”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “Well, I thought you were the most evil, most dangerous, most powerful witch who ever existed.”

“I am-”

“So you wouldn’t want someone else to claim that title, would you?” Belle countered.

Cinderella bristled. “That IS my title! Who is this witch who’s claiming to be more powerful than me?”

“Reverse psychology, nice touch,” Adam muttered to Belle.

Belle managed a smile back at him, and then said to Cinderella “A certain Sea Witch whom I believe you and the rest of the Coven defeated some time ago.”

“Ursula?” Cinderella snorted. “She’s back? She’s nothing compared to me.”

“But since you and the rest of the Coven aren’t able to terrorise the world now, she’s taken the crown,” Belle replied, smoothly. Was this what the Morfa Witches had meant when they had said that it took more than magic to deal with witches? Because Belle understood human nature. She had read enough books to know that all she had to do was appeal to the villain’s sense of vanity. “So I suppose...”

“And what exactly is it she’s doing?” Cinderella snapped.

“She wants the plants of Beljardin and the Trident of the Seven Seas,” Adam said. “I suppose you know how magical they are.”

“Yes...” Cinderella agreed. “Though, of course, we didn’t need mere plants to make our potions wonderful, and we didn’t need a trident to stay young, beautiful and powerful forever...”

“Just the blood of innocent children,” Belle cut in, angrily.

Cinderella turned to her, that same hard unfeeling expression on her face. “They were only children.”

Belle felt Adam’s paw on her arm before she could move forwards. “Don’t!” Tinkerbell hissed in her ear. “She might have her magic bound, but I think she could still tear you to bits with her bare hands!”

“And if I am to be dragged on this ridiculous escapade, might I at least be given some proper clothes?” Cinderella demanded.

“Tinkerbell, would you do the honours, please?” the Horned King asked politely.

Nodding, Tinkerbell flew forwards and waved her arms, turning Cinderella’s ragged dress into the same one she usually wore. “That’s more like it,” Cinderella scoffed, not bothering to thank the fairy.

Belle looked at the Horned King. “Can you also bind her from saying anything that could harm Tink?”

“Easily remedied.” The Horned King snapped his fingers and a ball of bright white light appeared. “You will not be able to say any of the phrases that have the ability to kill fairies, such as doubting their existence or saying you don’t believe in them.” With another snap of his fingers the light flew straight at Cinderella, who tried to duck, but too late. The light burst against her throat and faded. Cinderella grasped at her neck, frowning and then smirked at the Horned King.

“That’s it, your Majesty? That was pathetic.”

“Just try it,” the Horned King replied, and there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

“There’s-!” Cinderella cut herself off, clearly not able to finish the sentence. “I mean, there’s-! I don’t-! Fairies-!”

Belle smiled. It was clear to anyone that Cinderella was physically unable to say anything that could potentially kill Tinkerbell.

“Thanks, your Majesty!” Tinkerbell chirped.

“My pleasure,” the Horned King replied. “And now to business. Cinderella, you wish to defend your title and defeat your rival, then you’re going to have to go with Belle and the others to find the Sea Witch.”

“You expect me to do anything for the woman who killed me?” Cinderella snapped.

“As I’ve said, what happened to you was something you brought on yourself,” the Horned King replied. “Like it or not, you need Belle as much as she needs you right now.”

“I don’t need anyone!” Cinderella shook her head, her red-blonde hair tossing in the light. “I never did!”

“You need someone to unbind your magic so you can fight the Sea Witch,” Adam pointed out. “And Belle’s the only one who can do that.”

Cinderella looked at the bracelet on her wrist and glared at Belle. “I hate you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Belle replied, fiercely, “though there was a time when I also pitied you.”

“Carpet, I trust you have room for one more passenger at least?” the Horned King asked. Carpet nodded. “Then there is no reason to delay any further. The Sea Witch currently resides in a grotto beneath the Mountain of Mist. You know where that is, Carpet?” Carpet nodded again. “Very well. Belle, you still have some of that potion the Morfa Witches gave you?” Belle nodded, not bothering to ask how he knew about that. The Horned King seemed to have omniscient powers that told him everything. “You might need it again. And hurry. I wouldn’t put it past her to have trapped Giselle in some vile way.”

Belle shivered and made to step onto Carpet, but found herself brushed aside by Cinderella, who was muttering about how it was ridiculous that they had to use a flying rug to get anywhere. “We still love you, Carpet,” Belle whispered when Carpet seemed to droop.

“Personally I’d prefer a flying carpet to a broomstick,” Adam sniped as he sat down beside Belle. Behind them, Cinderella folded her arms and looked away. If it wasn’t for the fact Belle knew she was totally evil, it would have been funny to see her looking and acting like a petulant child.

“Let’s go!” Tinkerbell said, settling herself on HenWen’s head and patting her snout.

“Good luck to you all,” the Horned King said, solemnly. “Yes, even you, Cinderella.”

“I don’t need luck!” Cinderella snapped. “I’m the most powerful witch who ever lived!”

“And yet, you’re shackled,” Adam pointed out.

“Luckily for you, because you’d be dead if I wasn’t!” Cinderella retorted.

“I know you hate us, Cinderella,” Belle said, tersely. “But we’re all working towards the same thing, stopping the Sea Witch, so can’t you at least pretend to be civil?”

Cinderella glanced at her and then smirked. “Fine. And I’ll be the one to pick up the pieces when your leadership falls apart.”

Belle ignored this snipe. “Thank you for all your help, your Majesty.”

“Take care, Belle,” the Horned King replied, and as Carpet made his way out of the cave with one new, and completely evil, passenger on board, he waved at them. “We’ve all got complete faith in you.”

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(Sorry this was later than expected, guys, but I have a very good reason – I was ill last week. NOT Covid, just a cold, but it knocked me for six. Plus I started a new job today, so last week I was too stressed worrying about that to focus on writing anything. But anyway, here’s the bit you’ve all been waiting for!)
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The Black Cauldron bubbled away, filled the room with garish red smoke and Belle had to admit that she could understand why Cinderella had been so eager to use it a year ago. It was so powerful that the urge to use it for anything had to be fought back. Meanwhile, the group watched in fascination as the Horned King fashioned the willow twig that Carpet had brought him into a loop, muttering ancient spells over it all the time.

“Once Cinderella is brought back to life, we can use this to bind her magic so that she can only use it to battle the Sea Witch,” the Horned King explained. “Slip this onto her wrist whilst she emerges from the Caldron. She won’t be able to take it off, even if she tries to cut through it.”

“But we’ll need to get it off, won’t we?” Adam growled. “When she battles the Sea Witch.”

“Yes, and do that, Belle, you will need to wave your hand over the bracelet” the Horned King went on, “and utter the words “Now magic unto your rival.”

“Me?” Belle exclaimed in surprise. “But surely Tink should be the one to do that? I mean, she has magic-!”

“Yes,” the Horned King chuckled, “but this spell needs to be undone by one who is the complete opposite of the one who’s magic is bound. You are good, selfless and have no confidence that you have any magical abilities at all, whereas Cinderella is evil, selfish and relishes her magic.” He waved his hand a final time over the loop and it turned into a single elegant gold bangle.

“Ooh!” Tinkerbell breathed. HenWen took a step back, startled by the sudden transformation.

“And now,” the Horned King said, looking over at the bubbling Cauldron as the bracelet hovered in the air, “it is, alas, time. Tinkerbell, the hair, if you please.”

Hesitantly, Tinkerbell dangled the hair over the boiling potion. She looked nervous, and Belle couldn’t blame her. “Don’t worry, Tink, I won’t let her hurt you again.” As if to emphasise, Carpet struck a strong macho pose.

Nodding warily, Tinkerbell dropped the hair slowly into the Cauldron. It drifted gently down, catching the light and glimmering gold for a moment, like the finest thread, and then touched the surface of the potion. At once, the smoke began to flow faster like water, tumbling out in great red clouds and everyone stepped backwards to avoid being cloaked in it, even the Horned King. The experience was different this time, however. Belle remembered how the charred body of Emeralda had risen forth fully formed, but she supposed that that was because she had died being burned. Even so, Cinderella had been aged to death when the Ritual was interrupted.

The body before them was skeletal, at first, but as it rose up out of the Cauldron, it seemed to thicken, growing new flesh and skin. Belle frowned. The Horned King leaned closer to her.

“Different than you remember?” Belle nodded. “That’s because the Coven used Esme’s hair from after she was burned away to nothing, or rather it was taken whilst she was burning. Thus she was brought back in the form her hair was taken from.”

Belle thought she understood, despite his odd description. “So, because this hair was from when Cinderella was still young..?”

“Then she will be young again, just as she always wished to be.” Belle noted the touch of bitterness in his voice. “There is nothing wrong with growing old, Belle. I hope you are never so vain.”

“Never,” Belle promised, watching the apparition before them. The smoke curled around the body, becoming torn white clothing. Strawberry blonde hair fluttered, framing the slender face, though the eyes remained closed. Then, as the smoke began to curl away and the group could see the witch quite clearly, her eyes snapped open. They were as cold and wicked as Belle remembered.

With a look of one tired of being bothered all the time, Cinderella placed both hands on the edge of the Cauldron to heave herself out of it, and the Horned King nudged Belle gently. “Now! Quickly!”

Springing into action, Belle leapt forwards and thrust the bangle over Cinderella’s arm. The witch jumped and glared at her as the bracelet seemed to retract inwards, ensuring it could not slide off over her hand, just like a manacle.

“What are you doing?” Cinderella’s voice was the same as Belle remembered too. She glared at the young woman. “It’s you!” in an ungainly, un-ladylike manner, Cinderella clambered out of the Cauldron. Belle remembered how the dress she had died in had been torn apart by the other members of the Coven, and it looked just the same now. Magic was strange, really. “You’ve taken everything from us! But by the time we’re through with you, you’ll be-!”

She broke off, staring around at the group. “Who are-?” She frowned at Adam, and then saw the Horned King. “Your Majesty..!” She took a few steps backwards. Belle was surprised. She hadn’t thought that Cinderella would be afraid of anything. But then, the Horned King was good and probably had magic to rival her own. Cinderella whipped around, looking for something.

“I don’t understand...” Then, she turned on Belle, her eyes blazing. “What have you done to the others?”

“Others?” Even as she asked it, Belle realised. “The rest of the Coven? Cinderella, they’re dead, just like you were.”

Cinderella’s eyes widened, and she looked appalled.

“Dead..? All of them?”

“Every one.” Tinkerbell nodded. “Though from what I hear, they turned on you right before you disintegrated, so I don’t see why you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset!” Cinderella snapped, whipping her head around to look at Tinkerbell. “They were weak and inferior! I didn’t really need them! And how are you alive? I thought I’d killed you!”

Tinkerbell immediately hid behind Carpet.

“Chernobog brought her back to life,” Belle replied, steadily. “And now I’ve brought you back to life, because someone else is terrorising the Forest now, and you’re the only one who’s powerful enough to stop her.”

Cinderella laughed. “You brought me back to life to use me as some kind of battle slave? You expect me to solve a problem for you after everything you did to me?”

“Everything you did, you did to yourself, Cinderella!” the Horned King replied, stepping forwards. “You sold your soul to Chernobog and failed to keep your promise to him. You betrayed your Coven Sister and left her to burn. You mistreated your other Coven Sisters so badly that they also turned on you. You have no one but yourself to blame for your death, Cinderella.”

“You made a mistake bringing me back to life, your Majesty.” Cinderella scowled at them and raised her hand. “Or have you forgotten I was always the most powerful of the entire Coven-?”

She brought her arm back and whipped it forwards, as if about to throw something, but nothing happened. Belle recognised her signature move for creating and throwing fire. Only there was no fire. Cinderella stared at her hand in disbelief. The Horned King shook his head.

“Now, did you really think we wouldn’t be ready for that, Cinderella?”

“What have you done to me?” Cinderella stared at her hands, incredulously. “You took my powers!”

“No, only Chernobog can do that, after all he was the one who gave them to you,” the Horned King replied, calmly. “I just bound your magic so you can’t use it without Belle’s say so.”

Cinderella scowled at him again. “Shackled like a dog to a lead? What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing,” Belle insisted. “I just said, we need you to-”

“To get rid of another witch? Why should I?”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “Well, I thought you were the most evil, most dangerous, most powerful witch who ever existed.”

“I am-”

“So you wouldn’t want someone else to claim that title, would you?” Belle countered.

Cinderella bristled. “That IS my title! Who is this witch who’s claiming to be more powerful than me?”

“Reverse psychology, nice touch,” Adam muttered to Belle.

Belle managed a smile back at him, and then said to Cinderella “A certain Sea Witch whom I believe you and the rest of the Coven defeated some time ago.”

“Ursula?” Cinderella snorted. “She’s back? She’s nothing compared to me.”

“But since you and the rest of the Coven aren’t able to terrorise the world now, she’s taken the crown,” Belle replied, smoothly. Was this what the Morfa Witches had meant when they had said that it took more than magic to deal with witches? Because Belle understood human nature. She had read enough books to know that all she had to do was appeal to the villain’s sense of vanity. “So I suppose...”

“And what exactly is it she’s doing?” Cinderella snapped.

“She wants the plants of Beljardin and the Trident of the Seven Seas,” Adam said. “I suppose you know how magical they are.”

“Yes...” Cinderella agreed. “Though, of course, we didn’t need mere plants to make our potions wonderful, and we didn’t need a trident to stay young, beautiful and powerful forever...”

“Just the blood of innocent children,” Belle cut in, angrily.

Cinderella turned to her, that same hard unfeeling expression on her face. “They were only children.”

Belle felt Adam’s paw on her arm before she could move forwards. “Don’t!” Tinkerbell hissed in her ear. “She might have her magic bound, but I think she could still tear you to bits with her bare hands!”

“And if I am to be dragged on this ridiculous escapade, might I at least be given some proper clothes?” Cinderella demanded.

“Tinkerbell, would you do the honours, please?” the Horned King asked politely.

Nodding, Tinkerbell flew forwards and waved her arms, turning Cinderella’s ragged dress into the same one she usually wore. “That’s more like it,” Cinderella scoffed, not bothering to thank the fairy.

Belle looked at the Horned King. “Can you also bind her from saying anything that could harm Tink?”

“Easily remedied.” The Horned King snapped his fingers and a ball of bright white light appeared. “You will not be able to say any of the phrases that have the ability to kill fairies, such as doubting their existence or saying you don’t believe in them.” With another snap of his fingers the light flew straight at Cinderella, who tried to duck, but too late. The light burst against her throat and faded. Cinderella grasped at her neck, frowning and then smirked at the Horned King.

“That’s it, your Majesty? That was pathetic.”

“Just try it,” the Horned King replied, and there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

“There’s-!” Cinderella cut herself off, clearly not able to finish the sentence. “I mean, there’s-! I don’t-! Fairies-!”

Belle smiled. It was clear to anyone that Cinderella was physically unable to say anything that could potentially kill Tinkerbell.

“Thanks, your Majesty!” Tinkerbell chirped.

“My pleasure,” the Horned King replied. “And now to business. Cinderella, you wish to defend your title and defeat your rival, then you’re going to have to go with Belle and the others to find the Sea Witch.”

“You expect me to do anything for the woman who killed me?” Cinderella snapped.

“As I’ve said, what happened to you was something you brought on yourself,” the Horned King replied. “Like it or not, you need Belle as much as she needs you right now.”

“I don’t need anyone!” Cinderella shook her head, her red-blonde hair tossing in the light. “I never did!”

“You need someone to unbind your magic so you can fight the Sea Witch,” Adam pointed out. “And Belle’s the only one who can do that.”

Cinderella looked at the bracelet on her wrist and glared at Belle. “I hate you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Belle replied, fiercely, “though there was a time when I also pitied you.”

“Carpet, I trust you have room for one more passenger at least?” the Horned King asked. Carpet nodded. “Then there is no reason to delay any further. The Sea Witch currently resides in a grotto beneath the Mountain of Mist. You know where that is, Carpet?” Carpet nodded again. “Very well. Belle, you still have some of that potion the Morfa Witches gave you?” Belle nodded, not bothering to ask how he knew about that. The Horned King seemed to have omniscient powers that told him everything. “You might need it again. And hurry. I wouldn’t put it past her to have trapped Giselle in some vile way.”

Belle shivered and made to step onto Carpet, but found herself brushed aside by Cinderella, who was muttering about how it was ridiculous that they had to use a flying rug to get anywhere. “We still love you, Carpet,” Belle whispered when Carpet seemed to droop.

“Personally I’d prefer a flying carpet to a broomstick,” Adam sniped as he sat down beside Belle. Behind them, Cinderella folded her arms and looked away. If it wasn’t for the fact Belle knew she was totally evil, it would have been funny to see her looking and acting like a petulant child.

“Let’s go!” Tinkerbell said, settling herself on HenWen’s head and patting her snout.

“Good luck to you all,” the Horned King said, solemnly. “Yes, even you, Cinderella.”

“I don’t need luck!” Cinderella snapped. “I’m the most powerful witch who ever lived!”

“And yet, you’re shackled,” Adam pointed out.

“Luckily for you, because you’d be dead if I wasn’t!” Cinderella retorted.

“I know you hate us, Cinderella,” Belle said, tersely. “But we’re all working towards the same thing, stopping the Sea Witch, so can’t you at least pretend to be civil?”

Cinderella glanced at her and then smirked. “Fine. And I’ll be the one to pick up the pieces when your leadership falls apart.”

Belle ignored this snipe. “Thank you for all your help, your Majesty.”

“Take care, Belle,” the Horned King replied, and as Carpet made his way out of the cave with one new, and completely evil, passenger on board, he waved at them. “We’ve all got complete faith in you.”