This is actually a continuation of a oneshot I wrote a few weeks il y a called "Hereos and Theives" but this can also stand alone.

This is a story about Eugene's sister, Annabelle but don't worry Eugene is included!

A/N: So I decided to write on to this story. Also in this
story Eugene is 23(I know the writers say that he is 26
but I decide to ignore that.) Oh and Annabelle and Eugene
are 6 years apart.


"What's with all the commotion?" I whispered to myself
as I walked cautiously to the middle of the town square
in Corona. Gripping the fabric around my shoulders I
looked at the people around me curiously.

I'm only 17, but when I was 14 I escaped from the orphanage
that had held me captive all my life, ofcourse no one came
looking for me. I was just another mouth to feed.

My name is Annabelle Fitzherbert, yes a runaway
orphan. I have been living on my own for the past 3 years,
I had managed to get a job at a local paint boutique which was
where I was headed to now.

People were laughing and gathering around from what
I could see a blonde girl with VERY long hair that was
braided an assortment of fleurs peppered throughout
her blonde tresses. A smile was on her face as she spun
and spun, joy evident in her light green eyes as others
joined in her dance. I had to smile, it was about time someone
tried to cheer this place up.

Continuing my way down the path, the brown peasant
dress swishing with the cool summer breeze and the music
from the square dancing in the air, something flew off of
the building suivant to me hitting the side of my dress then
falling to the ground. A wanted poster.

Sighing I bent over my hands slightly shaking as I reached
down and picked the piece of paper up.

Wanted: Dead ou Alive, Flynn Rider, Theif.

"Oh Eugene..." I whispered to myself tears trying to break
through the hazel barriers of my eyes. Wadding the paper
up I shoved it in the basket with supplies I was carrying.

Flynn Rider, the kingdoms most famous theif at one time
was Eugene Fitzherbert.

My brother.

I had told him to stop, to only use his sneaky ways for good
and ofcourse he had never listened. One jour he just never
came back and I assumed the worst ofcourse until one jour I
was walking through town and came upon a poster similar to
this one.

He had left a note for me back at the orphanage the night
he left, but I never could read it. I would see the first few words
and begin to break down.

Over the years, it hadn't been about survival anymore it
was almost as if thievery was a game to him. I have heard
about all the ludicrous items he's stolen, ones that wern't even
necessary to steal.

His latest act of theiving was just dumb. He had stolen
the Lost princesse's crown yesterday morning and par the
time everyone in the town had awoken a fresh batch of
wanted posters hung from the doors of homes and stores.

Passing par the florist I noticed another wanted poster,
this one was yet again of Flynn but his nose was different.
Smirking I smiled at the flourist before grabbing the sign.

"Something wrong Miss Fitzherbert?" The kind man asked
and I just shook my head with an exasperated sigh looking
down at the paper.

"No sir..." I trailed off folding the object and sliding it in
with the suivant one in my basket.

"Flynn Rider has done it again...what a menace," He stated
while glaring at the l’espace in front of him, giving a slight
nod I walked away from the front of the store and walked
across the rue to where I was employed.

"He wasn't always that way..." No one heard me, and no
one was suppose to. Taking my dark brown hair in one hand
and sliding it over to one shoulder I walked into the
hot room full of paints, ready to start my day.





Sitting on the balcony of the small room I lived in at
the local Inn I smiled up at the sky as the stars showed up,
looking around I noticed everyone in the rue had looks
of excitement on their faces.

"Hey Annabelle! Ready for the lantern lighting?!" My neighbor,
Benjamin asked from the balcony suivant to mine. He was a few
years older then me with beautiful ocean blue eyes and ruffled
dirty blonde hair. He was an artist, so I had come to know
him pretty well since he was always in the shop.

"Yes...ofcourse...." I trailed off looking down at the ground
below me. Not to be a downer but I actually didn't particularly
like this ceremony.

Don't get me wrong I want the princess to return so that
we will have an heir to the thrown, but after 18 years it
just seems highly unlikely anything will come out of this
lantern thing.

As a young child I had always wished I would some how turn
out to be the princess, but ofcourse that was impossible. I
had brown-green eyes, and long brown hair, no where
near the princess's blonde hair and green eyes but still
she was only a an older then me and that was every little
girl's dream at the orphanage.

Another thing was that her parents did this every year,
hoping that she would return. Wouldn't it be great if your
parent's loved toi so much to never give up, and just
end up living in denial instead?

"I know toi have never enjoyed this...But still it is a celebration,"
Benjamin told me while he took a drink of the liquid in his
hand then sitting on one of his wooden chairs looking at the
sky. The ceremony would begin in probably a few minutes.

Remembering where I had put my paper lantern I walked into
my messy room and ran over to my basket placed on the
wooden table, ready for another jour of work.

Tossing through the items in the basket telling myself to
put them back later I found the lantern, and beside it the
two wanted posters from earlier. Hands shaking I opened
them up again staring blankly at the drawing in front of me.

With a sudden amount of courage I opened one of the
drawers of my dresser and grabbed for the old crinkled
envelope that lay untouched covered in dust and colored
with age.

Taking a deep breath I began to open the letter, wanting to
know the truth after so many years when suddenly the silent
became to much and I realized what was taking place.

"Shoot," I muttered under my breath dropping the envelope
and rushing outside to find everyone getting ready to light
their lanterns. Gripping mine tightly I unfolded it and grabbed
the matches.

After watching the royal lantern be sent off first everyone's
began to light up and gently began to float, I sent mine up
sighing as the beautiful scene unfolded, the lanterns looking
like a million fireflies dancing in the dark night sky.

Turning around and looking at the paper on my floor, I sighed.

The courage was gone.




Two days have gone par since the lanterns had been set
off and the morning felt like any other, except for that annoying
feeling that something special was going to happen.

"Annabelle!" I heard shouting as I quickly dressed in my brown
dress and grabbed the basket off the table, tableau throwing my shoes
on in a hurry. Running out to the balcony I see Benjamin on the
ground his eyes full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?!" I asked him worriedly as his chest heaved
through his white chemise and he gasped for breath, he had been
running.

"The princess...she has returned!" I imagine my eyes were
just as wide as his as I registered what he had just told me.

"What?!" I exclaimed but he was already running off telling more
people along the way, even though everyone already seemed
to know and they were all talking excitedly amongst themselves.

Rushing down the stairs I dashed through the front door climbing
quickly down the steps. Crowds were gathering together
sharing different accounts of the story of her return.

"Rescued from a dragon's den!"

"Fought off fifty little dwarves!"

"Kidnapped par overly obsessive ogres!"

Those were just a few of the crazy things I was catching
bits and pieces of, I would have stopped to listen to a few
if I wasn't already late for work.

As I sprinted down the rue narrowly missing various
people I took into notice that the Flynn Rider posters that
had been everywhere a few days il y a wern't anywhere to be seen.

That usually meant something bad, something very bad.

I arrived at the store in record time just to be greeted par the
store owner, Mrs. Morrison walking out and telling me she
would be back later and that she wanted to see what the princess
looked like.

"She's coming to town later! Isn't this exciting?!" This question
was rhetorical and she promptly turned her red hair flying with
her as she dashed dramaticly out the door.

Still breathing heavily I took a siège on the tabouret behind the
counter, placing my basket on the one suivant to mine and grabbing
out my sketch pad. While putting everything back into place
an aged envelope fell out.

"Oh..." I whispered shocked on how that had gotten in
there, subconsciously I probably had just picked it up off
the floor and place it on the table, then in the morning in my
rush I probably thought it was one of my sketches.

Hesitating and squinting my eyes, I had to make a decision. Either
I could be Rebelle and read this now ou be a coward and never look at
it ever again.

Taking a deep breath my pale slender fingers slide along
the envelope and gently coaxed it open. The paper inside was
crinkly with a bunch of things scribbled out but it was Eugene's
old sloppy handwriting.

Dear Bells,

I will never forgive myself for leaving toi here all alone,
but I just can't stay here jour after jour watching toi starve.
I'm leaving so that I can hopefully get a job, then someday when
I have the money I will come back and then we can go live
on that little island that we have always dreamed of. I know the
chances of me getting a job at my age are slim, and I probably will
just end up theiving but I promise par your 18th birthday I wil
return and we will run off and live the life we deserve. Stay
strong Bells, I will be your hero.

Your Older Brother,
Eugene, Flynn Rider.

Tears were falling and I hadn't even noticed until one stained
the paper. My 18th birthday was suivant week, and if the wanted
posters being all gone wasn't a sign that my brother had died
I don't know what is. But no matter what he ever did, he would
always be my hero.




The front cloche, bell rang and two people stepped through the
door, I was sketching and didn't even bother looking up. It
had been a very slow jour with only two customers and only
an heure ou two left of work to go.

"Blondie...take your pick..." I heard a deep make voice say as
a timid pair of footsteps joined the louder ones. Their
was a familiarty to the tone of voice, but I put it off as being
one of the récent customers.

"But their's so many! Miss?" Realizing that I was being addressed
I put down the sketch I had been working on and looked
up at the girl in front of me. She had brown hair that was styled
into a pixie cut, and huge émeraude eyes, a purple dress with
lace,she looked strangly familiar. Then it hit me.

The girl dancing in the square was standing infront of
me except her hair was shorter and brown, ou maybe
it was just my imagination. What wasn't my imagination though was
the glittering crown that sat on her head.

"Oh your highness!" Quickly I jumped from the stool
and walked around the counter curtseying clumsily grasping
the ends of my tattered brown peasant dress. She just grinned
at me.

"No need to curtsey really...I just need help picking out paints,"
Smiling nervously at her I went to help her when I noticed her
companion had his back to us.

"You know blondie...I think these would look..." Turning
around he nearly dropped the paints in his hands and I nearly
fainted. Hazel eyes met mine and I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.

His tousled brown hair matched mine and our noses were
almost identical, smiles were the same, but my face was softer
then his. The only difference was our eyes, his were more
brown and mine were plus greenish.

It was him. I could tell, it was the famous Flynn Rider, most
importantly it was my older brother Eugene Fitzherbert.

"Eugene?" The princess questioned registering the look
of shock on both our faces, as we stared at each other. She
had just proven me right, this was him. It seemed like
he recognized me too even though it had been years since
the last time I had seen him.

"...Annabelle?...Bells?" The look of disbelief on his face and
the timid reach of his hand reminded me of the old Eugene, the
one who use to read me bedtime stories and bring me food
in the middle of the night.

"Flynn...? Eugene...?" My timid answer caused his face to light up
with a huge grin and before I knew it I was swept into a nearly
bone crushing hug with my feet dangling midair.

"Oh Bells..." Eugene sighed as I hugged him around the neck
the tears gently sliding through the barriers finally breaking
through. He was tall about 6'4" and even though I would love
to just hug my brother for the remainder of my shift, I was
only 5'3" and really preffered the ground.

"Ok Eugene...I think I like the ground..." I told him playfully
as he laughed a deep laugh and set me back on my feet and ruffling
the brown hair atop my head.

The princess had watched curiously at first but looking
at us side to side I think she put the pieces together.

"Rapunzel...this is my sister...Annabelle," The princess's face
broke into a huge grin and suddenly I was being hugged again.

"Oh my goodness! This is amazing it's nice to meet you! The
two of toi look so much alike! I'm Rapunzel!" This all came out
very fast and allk I could do was smile and nod my head.

"Annabelle...how did toi get out of the orphanage?...Were you
adopted?....You got my note right?!" My head was spinning from
all the questions that were being thrown at me and I held
up my hand automatically stopping him.

"Whoa! Wait...I believe I need to hear this story first!" I pointed
at the two of them and they just smiled. I was told everything
from the very beginning.

"Well...that was quite an adventure..." I murmured looking at
them my eyes still wide, both just smiled at eachother, then Eugene
turned to me.

"Your turn..." So then I explained everything since the time
he left to right now.

"You poor thing..." Rapunzel sighed as she stood up grasping Eugene's
hand in hers. Whispering in his ear he began to smile and then
he leaned down to her quietly telling her something both began
nodding enthusiastically.

"Annabelle...would toi like to come live in the château with us?" I was
stunned. Was this a for real offer?

"Ummm..." I looked down at the counter contemplating my
answer, then I saw the note from earlier laying wide open. Eugene also saw it.

"Annabelle...I'm not breaking any promises," Smiling up
at him, I walked around the counter.

"Ofcourse I will. Thank toi so much," I told them both and
suddenly I was in the third hug of the jour between the both of them.

Leaning up to Eugene's ear I whispered a heartfelt, "You
will always be my hero..."


A/N#2: What do toi think?