Okay, I have been wanting to do a Disney Themed fanfic for a while now (years) so I hope you all enjoy it! I would like to thank MikeyJacquez for being the first to look at this and helping inspire me to write it! Thanks Mikey!

Prologue

"What are you doing, Belle?" the mother of the young girl asked while she sat down beside the writing child. The young girl was scribbling away in a journal, penmanship and vocabulary beyond her years.

Belle looked at the story book that was opened to the side of her. "I'm just writing, Momma."

The mother looked at her daughter, her brown eyes full of happiness and joy. The child was a prodigy. Every moment of her free time was spent reading, writing or acting out scenes and songs from her storybook; all of these she showed great talent in. "What are you writing, my little rose?"

The girl didn't answer right away. The five year old was too busy writing her story. She pushed her brown hair out of her eyes and stuck her tongue out subconsciously. It took a while for the child to finally answer. "I'm Snow White, Momma," she said. The girl turned to her story but the sound of a poof behind her made the child turned around. On the ground was the body of her mother. "Momma? Mommy! Mommy, wake up! Wake up, Mommy! I have to read you my story!" It was no use. The woman was dead.

The little girl turned to her story. There was only one sentence written. 'Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a dead mother.' Belle shook her head. "No, no. Mommy, please stop pretending. I know you read my story. You're not the Mommy in the story." The tears fell down her face and the father of the girl and the husband of the deceased wife came into the room.

The dad picked up the crying little girl. "Shh, shh, Belle. It's alright. It's alright." He looked at the woman and picked up the phone and called an ambulance. They just confirmed what he already knew. His wife was dead.

The father of the girl was a kind man. He didn't hate his daughter, though he knew of what she had done to her mother and the love of his wife. The girl was young, innocent and had power over a gift, or a curse. The girl grew up and the father taught her how to use her power. Any story the little girl wrote became real. One night when the girl, now seven years old, was asleep, the man found the journal that had the written words that killed his wife. Those were not the only things written. Before the death there were many beautiful stories which became haunting once one realize they were suddenly true. There was a story of how the worlds most rotten boy would be turned into a beast until true love freed him from the curse, a tale of a genie who would be discovered on a little boy's seventh birthday and the tale of a cat who conned man into giving up their treasures to make their master the emperor. The more the father read the stories the girl wrote when she was little, the more he recognized a parallel between them and his daughter's favorite childhood fairytales. There were many more pages, still left unread, but the father closed the journal and walked away. He didn't want to know any more damaged caused by his daughter when she was young.

Christmas day that year a man came to the house. He was terrifying in looks. He had a gaunt face and a pair of handcuffs sticking out of pocket. "Mr. Reeves?"

The man nodded. "Yes sir. Is something the matter?"

The man pulled out his handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the murder of Catherine Reeves, your wife. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you."

The man went without a fight. He knew he must sacrifice himself for his beloved daughter, otherwise she would receive a fate equally as awful. The man was arrested and sentenced to twenty years in jail. The little girl woke up Christmas morning to find a stranger sitting in her father's chair. "Who are you? Where's Papa?"

The man gave the young girl the kindest smile he could manage. "Your father has gone away. He will not be returning for a long time."

Tears started to fill the girl's big brown eyes. "Where has he gone? Why did he leave me?"

The man held out his arm for the girl. "I do not know why he has gone, but I do know I have a place where you can stay."

The girl wiped her nose and looked up at him. "Where?"

The man gave the smile once more, the one that sent dread into the pit of the girl's stomach. "Rafa J's Home for the Clinically Insane."

The girl shook her head. "I'm not crazy."

The man was shocked that the girl was able to comprehend what the words meant, but he knew he shouldn't have been surprised. He knew what the girl had been capable of. "I know you are not crazy, madame. There are crazy people at the home, but there are kids too. There are kids like you."

She looked at the man with her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean there are kids like me?"

He let an illusion fill the air. There were two little boys playing a game in a field. The game looked like so much fun, but she couldn't understand why. "Do you want to join them, Belle?"

Her interests suddenly perked. "I never told you my name, mister."

He smiled that twisted smile once again. "I know, Belle. I read your file." The man held out his hand. "My name is Rafa J. Take my hand and I will take you here."

She looked at her feet. "My home his here, Mister. All my toys and presents and pictures and stories are here."

The man looked at her. "We will let you bring all of that with you."

Still unsure she tried again. "What if those boys don't like me?"

The man shook his head. "Belle, Aladdin and Flynn are two of the nicest boys, though mischievous and bothersome at times, they are sure to love you."

Belle tried to think of another reason she should stay, but one did not come to mind. Before she could argue, she found herself being sent away to the car, with only a journal and pencil in hand, sitting in the passenger's seat, waiting for her items to be loaded and sent to Rafa J.'s.

Any followers of my Hunger Games stories, please do not kill me! I am still writing those, I promise! I wanted to expand my horizons by allowing myself to explore different (and familiar) fandoms. You all know from the references in my stories I love Disney and am finally doing something about it!

Well, for those of you who don't know me, hi! My name is Juliet's Shadow! My dream is to be an actress on Broadway, somewhat famous author and play Belle at Disney World (Land, Cruise, whatever). I am also the author of this humble little story so if you would review this story, add it to your favorites or follow or all three, I would be very appreciative!

-Juliet