"Adam, could you come over here please?" Belle paced back and forth in front of a mirror hanging on the wall, biting her lip unsure if she were daydreaming again or if this was a crazy reality. Adam made his way to Belle avoiding all the books, to be exact thirty-one, laid out on the floor from Belle's mid day reading, "Belle, what do you need?" Belle opened her mouth to speak, but nothing had come out, she realized explaining everything to her prince would take a long time for nothing. She'd just be sent to bed with a headache. "I just...never mind. Could I be alone please with this mirror, I just need to look at myself. And reflect on who I am."
"Of corse, Belle," Adam made his way through the books again to the door and walked off.
Belle gazed into the mirror, "Who are you?" A young woman with long curly blond hair appeared in this exact mirror at this time of day everyday. The young woman didn't answer, she didn't even hear or see Belle, she just looked like she was investigating broken shards of glass. Belle gripped her head and closed her eyes cringing, "1-2-3-4-5..." she opened her eyes again, the young woman was gone. "Who is this woman, why is she important? Is she my future daughter, an ancestor? Please lord, oh please, why am I seeing this?" Belle paced back and forth again, "Does this woman need my help? Do I need her help?"
"Why are you talking to yourself?"
"Oh hello chip," Belle pretended to smile, "I was just thinking out loud, that's all."
"I wanted to know if you wanted to play hide and seek!"
Belle giggled for Chip's sake,"Of corse we can play,"
"Oh boy! This is going to be fun!" Chip dashed out of the room, "You count I'll hide!"
Belle looked back at the mirror. It didn't look like the mirror she remembered, she couldn't remember anything about the old mirror, she only new the last one has edges and a gold rim decorated in roses. This one had two frames, the inner with gold swirls and a crown, the outer was thick, made of bricks carved with symbols. "Belle? Are you coming?"
"Oh, sorry Chip, lost in thought," Belle closed her eyes and started to count.

While to her back the young woman appeared again, "Twenty! Ready or not here I come!"

"Oh dear, oh dear, Fauna! Please, where are you?" Aurora tries to piece all the broken mirror shards, she was beginning to run out of options. As all the mirror shards pieced back up, the young brunette appeared into the mirror, again, banging on the castle door all alone crying. "Ooh! Migraine!" Aurora gripped the side of her head again and gritted her teeth, "Fauna!" Aurora threw herself down and started to cry. "No, don't cry," Aurora calmed her self down, "Fauna is okay. Fauna is okay."
"Is anybody in here?"
Aurora swung her head, "Flora?"
"Yes dear, come here, child."
Aurora raced into Flora's arms, "Flora! Something terrible happened."
"Calm down child."
Aurora bursted out into tears and buried herself into Flora's arms.
Flora smirked, and as Aurora cried a green shimmer of brightness gleamed in Flora's eyes.

"Ohhh Chip...I know you're in here!" Belle looked under tables and behind curtains, but she had to admit, Chip was particularly skilled at hide and seek. She checked the closet, expecting to see a snowy forest, the garden, everywhere. Sighing, Belle wiped her forehead and dusted herself. She made her way up into the castle again and into the kitchen. Belle heard creaking behind her back in the kitchen and munching, "Chip, are you sneaking cookies again?" Gently turning the door nob, looking into the pantry, she found Chip smothered in crumbs, "Oh Chip, let's go get you cleaned up." Belle held her hand out lifted Chip up and out of the pantry.
"Look at what I found, Belle!" Chip searched in his pockets for a key, he places it in Belle's hand, "Here, it was just lying on the floor." He dropped down out of her arms, "I think mama needs me," Chip flew off smiling. Belle smiled at Chip gripping onto the key, looking back at the key, she noticed small Arabic designs crosse onto the rim, "How peculiar."
"Belle?"
"Yes, Mrs. Potts?" Belle stuffed the key into her apron.
"Why don't you wash up for dinner, dear."
"Yes, of corse," Belle dusted off her dress and strode over to the wash room, but at a half way stop, she looked back into ten family room. Gazing at the mirror, she only saw her reflection, "I guess it was just another headache." Leaving the room, the mirror flicked back to life again, gleaming through a young pale woman, skin as white as snow, coal black hair, blood red lips. Running from something green and bright, she let out a scream. Belle rushed in, holding up her dressed and panting, "WHAT HAP.....happend? Hello?" The mirror flickered back to reflBelle closed her eyes and exhaled, "It's just my imagination."