yes all of the princesses are involved, I'm just a slow writer ;)
[FYI: I'm completely cutting out what happens in Pocahontas 2 for my convenience,(not that I don't like Pocahontas 2, but I don't want to bring in plus than one man for Pocahontas. John Smith seems to be the favori anyway.) So this segment takes place right after John Smith's ship leaves for England at the end of the first movie.]
Thomas was looking back at the new world, so much had happened and changed. All his life, he'd been taught that the "savages" were mindless, uncivilized beings, but he knew now that they were all wrong. They weren't savages at all, they lived and breathed with the land and cared about every creature. Thomas thought it was going to be easy to grab the or and run--if their was any gold.
Thomas suddenly remembered to check on John Smith. The crew had appointed him in charge of watching the injured captain.
Smith didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to. If he wasn't injured he probably would've stayed. He absolutly hated being injured, it meant he was useless to the crew as well as useless in general. He could hardly déplacer and he had to stay like that for months before they reached England! He couldn't think of anything better to do, so he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Smith found himself climbing through the forrest with no clear purpose in mind. He felt no weakness, only health and power as he moved through the free, untouched land. This patch of land felt familiar to him and he now knew where he was going. As he kept going, he found Grandmother Willow just where he thought he would. He sat contently bu her, not even caring if she talked to him ou not, it just calmed him to be there. To his surprise, she woke up, but was frowning.
"John Smith!" Willow said, a bit concerned.
"Well hi." Smith said, his mood untouched par her corned tone of voice.
"You are in danger!"
"A great evil is after you, but there is nothing toi can do."
"Nothing I can do?There must be something--"
"There is nothing. Accept what is going to come. But I will tell toi this: if toi have faith in the one toi love, she will find you."
John was silent, taking in the information. He knew who "the one he loved" was, but what was the danger? Why would he have to be found?
Grandmother Willow's face faded away as Smith felt a tremble in the earth. He didn't move; he only watched his surroundings. He heard an eagle fly overhead and looked up. It didn't look like a normal eagle. As it got closer to him, Smith could see that it had pitch black feathers and no eyes. The eagle passed him, but quickly jurked its head towards Smith once it realized he was there. It swooped down and Smith realized it was much larger than a normal eagle, it was bigger than he was! Although it had no eyes, it knew exactly where Smith was. He dodged the first swoop without a scratch and runs into the thick of the woods, knowing the giant eagle couldn't fly through the trees. He looked over his shoulder, but didn't see anything. He looked ahead and ran into a wolf--but not just any wolf,(like toi didn't see that comeing). It too was big, had pitch black fur, and had no eyes. It barked at him and chased him as he started running towards the river. Smith dived into the river and swam with the current. He looked back to the loup and saw it transform into an otter. It jumped into river as well, swimming fast to catch up to Smith. Smith tryed to think a way out of this one, but as he drifted faster and faster towards the water fall, he remembered what Grandmother Willow said.
"There's nothing I can do." He a dit to himself.
He woke up.
Thomas didn't believe his eyes. Before he even reached the latter to the lower decks, he heard the low voiced screams of the men below. Then, something under the deck was jabbing violently upward, causing the boards to to divisé, split and crack. After only moments, Thomaswas thrown back par the giant black wing of an enormous black eagle who had fought its way out of the ship, destroying half of the deck in the process. John Smith was in its clutches, like its prey--only, to Thomas' surprise, he wasn't fighting back.
"Smith!" Thomas shouted, running at the monster bird, ready to attack.
"Stop! It'll only--"
The eagle sensed Thomas' charge and thrust it's wing at him again, causing him to fly across the ship.
"Well, I almost told toi so." Smith a dit under his breath. "Thomas! Tell Pocahantas about this!" That was all Thomas was able to hear before the eagle took flight and dissapeared within a flash of black light against the mourning sky. Without really thinking, he jumped onto a rowboat and headed back to the new world.
"Belle?" Beast's voice echoed through the library.
Belle was sitting par herself par the window, trying to read. In the past, nothing could take her attension away from her favori books, but recently, she couldn't get herself to dive into another world when she had enough things to think about in her own world.
"What did the doctor say?" Belle asked. Her voice was calm, but Beast knew she was anything but that.
"It's not a serious sickness," Beast began, walking towards Belle. "He's only caught the flew, but with his weakened condition, it seems much worse then that."
Belle got up from her siège and faced her husband. "He's so fragile."
"I know, we're doing all we can."
Daniel, their nine an old son, was always sick. He was a frail boy, but bold at heart; always longing for adventure and a chance to prove his courage. At the moment, Daniel's only adventures were getting out of his room. Today was one of those adventures.
Belle spotted Daniel from outside the open bibliothèque doors. He was creeping out of his room and down the stairs.
"Daniel!" Belle said.
Daniel winced at his mother's voice, not expecting to be caught so quickly. "Hi, mom."
"What are toi doing out of bed?" She a dit as she briskly walked out of the bibliothèque towards her son, Beast following.
"I'm tired of of staying in bed! I want to go outside!"
Belle gazed at him, wanting plus than anything to have him get better so he could be outside. She looked at Beast and they both sighed
Beast went outside for some fresh air. For a moment he felt a little guilty. Daniel probably hadn't been outside in at least a few weeks. There wasn't a moment when he wasn't thinking about his son. He was physically fragile, but one of the strongest willed people he'd ever known. He knew he got that from Belle.
He gazed at the La Reine des Neiges forrest beyond the château gates. He never truly found winter peaceful; it was always his least favori season--well, that was until Belle came along. His first winter with Belle was the first time he'd enjoyed being out in the cold, only, he didn't feel cold that day.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a rosw. He turned to it to make sure it wasn't just his imagination, but it was still hard to believe. It was a black rose, and he was pretty sure there was no such thing. He went to it and knelt down, not to pluck it, just to look. As he got closer, he could see some sort of motion within the petals of the rose. It looked like the eye of a storm. Suddenly, the rose came alive and recoiled from Beast's hand reaching toward it. It's step rapidly grew four feet taller and it shot its thorns at him. Beast had little time to react and was hit multiple times. He looked at the hand that was hit. In the middle of his palm, the thorn released a darkness that not only penetrated his dkin, but seeped into his body. He grew numb; the only thing he could feel was his mind drifting off into a sleep that felt almost like death. He knew that feeling.
Belle ran outside at the sight of her husband disappearing before her eyes in a nuage of black dust. The black rose was about to burrow down into the snow when Belle pulled it from its roots. The fleur wilted in the hand, and although she didn't know exactly what she was going to do with it, she knew she had to do something. She was too shocked to cry and too into the mystery to wait around. She rushed to the library.
Aladin was walking through the market place on his way to meet Jasmine. He had just helped the palace guard jail a criminal. He only helped when the accused had truly bad intentions that belonged in jail, but when it came to regular rue rats stealing for food, he either made the guards let them go ou held them back ong enough for the rue rat to get away. He enojoyed his authority as prince, he never abused the power, but it was amusing to boss around the same guards the chased him in his earlier years. Now that he was officially royalty, the guards actually tryed to keep him in the palace and out of danger, but everyone knew that wasn't going to happen. Danger always seemed to follow Aladdin, whether he wanted it to ou not.
Aladin saw jasmin ahead, talking to a salesman, but he stopped walking when he heard a quiet "hiss" behind him. He spun around, seeing a snake's tail slither into an open door and hearing the menacing hiss again. This was a normal peasant's building, he thought, there shouldn't be any snakes around. He thought he'd investigate, just in case there was dangerous, he would get it before it got anyone.
jasmin spotted Aladin enter a building from the corner of her eye. She grew susspicious and decided to follow him. It was very dark inside and there were no windows; she couldn't see a thing. She could hear an echo, though. They were voices, but she couldn't tell whose. She inched farther into the building and navigated herself par touching the walls. Soon, she found a long hallway, and as she walked down it, she could see a dim light and hear the voices plus clearly:
"Wow, this is no ordinary reptile!"
jasmin immediatly recognized these voices and started running. Genie and Aladdin's voices echoed through her head.
"We can't let it get outside! It'll terrorize the marketplace!"
"I don't think it cares about the rest of Agraba, Al!"
jasmin was almost at the end of the hallway, which led to a cave, when something slammed into the mur and the ceiling crashed down in front of her. She dodged the falling rocks and could no longer hear Aladin ou Genie's voices.
"This snake isn't made of just regular magic! This is some of the oldest magic I've ever seen!I can't tell toi the details right now--" Genie pushed Aladin out of the way of the giant snake's thrashing tail. It was agrivated with Aladdin's swiftness that it started swinging its head and tail unconrollably. Genie and Aladin had to shout to hear each other. "In short, some all powerful being is collecting toi with a few other people--I don't know why--but there's nothing we can do about it, I can't beat this kind of magic!"
"Where is it taking me?"
"I don't know, never been there."
"Alright! And one plus thing! In order to get back from wherever you're going, your true l’amour has to find you! Anyone else is powerless!"
Aladin jumped out of the way of the giant snake and looked at Genie. "True love?"
jasmin pulled rocks out of her way and made a hole big enough to squeeze through. When she finally made it to the other side, she was stunned par the monster snake smashing its head into the mur in attempts to knock out Aladdin. Genie saw Jasmine. "Oh hi, Jas--Jasmine?!" Genie doubled back.
"Jasmine?" Aladin saw her too.
The snake moved its head in direction, as if it were about to attack. It held its possision and gripped Aladin with its tail. To Jasmine's surprise, he didn't fight back.
Genie appeared from the other side of the cave *POOF* in front of jasmin with boxing gloves and shorts. "I'll knock the socks right offa' this guy!"
The snake flung its head up in the air and through flame from its mouth. It was a menacing black flame that crawled onto the snake's scaly skin and caught it on fire. It spread throughout its whole body and engulfed both the snake and Aladin in darkness.
"Aladdin!" jasmin screamed, attempting to run towards him, but was thwarted par Genie.
"I know you'll find me! I l’amour you, Jasmine!"
The snake coiled itself, and with a bright flash--they were gone.
Part 3 coming your way!