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    Belle walked along the garden pathway. Each step she took was place in a slow, queen-like manner. Her hourglass body was clothed in one of her purple mermaid dresses, and it sparkled and shined in the morning sun. Gold earrings dangled from her small ears, and a simple gold necklace sat around her fair neck.
    Birds flew back in forth in the garden’s trees, chirping loudly as though they were announcing Belle’s presence. Butterflies landed on the rare flowers, but then took flight as though they were in the admirer’s way. As Belle walked down the stone walkway in this beloved garden, she sang quietly to herself in a foreign language.  She stopped walking and looked up at the statue of herself, and—after giving a fair word to it—she continued around the house until she was in the front yard. As she made her way to the door, a high voice disrupted her pleasant walk. 
    “Hi!” The voice called.
    Belle turned around sharply, her piercing gray eyes scanning the area. Her pretty features warped into an expression of frustration as she called, “What? Who is there?”
    What did she see that caused vexation to capture her mood? She saw a boy, leaning against those iron fences that guarded the estate. A boy whose purple eyes—which were once dull and hazy—had a diamond-like appearance.
    “Oh,” he said as Belle took several steps in his direction, “I—I’m Blaine, son of Emrys Gretchen.”
    “Blaine?” Belle said. She furrowed her thin brows together disbelievingly, “Son of Emrys? The warrior? Don’t lie to me.”
    “I am not lying, ma’am.” Blaine said, he slid his hands into his pockets and began to back away form the fence. Belle reached through the bars and lifted Blaine’s face, staring into his eyes as though she could see through their haze and into his soul. She murmured something he couldn’t quite make out, and then pulled her hand back through the bars.
    “You do have his eyes,” Belle said, “It must be true then.”
    “D—Do you… well I guess everyone—” Blaine stuttered. He shook his head and asked, “Did you know him personally.”
    “I did.” Belle said.

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