The Great Hall of the thorn-castle grew eerily still, as if the very air feared the confrontation.
Bella stood in front of the Beast, shielding him with her delicate yet defiant frame. Her elytra shimmered faintly, her antennae lifted in defiance. The Enchantress Mantis loomed above them, her claws gleaming like sickles.
“You challenge the spell, little lacewing?” she growled.
“I challenge your hatred,” Bella replied.
Then—a sudden rush of wings.
The Enchantress lunged, but Bella leapt into the air, her delicate wings beating with precision. Around her, butterflies and bumblebees—loyal friends of the forest—swarmed in formation. They encircled the Mantis like a cyclone of colors.
The Beast, now fully transformed in heart if not in form, let out a roar that shook the floor. He didn’t attack—he bowed.
“Your magic is strong,” he said to the Enchantress, “but it is not stronger than a heart changed.”
The Mantis froze. No one had ever thanked her.
No one had ever spoken to her—not with fear, but with understanding.
She hesitated. Her wings faltered.
Bella hovered in front of her. “Release the curse, and we’ll remember you not for the fear you cast, but for the love you revealed.”
The hall went silent. The rose glowed softly in its dome, pulsing like a heartbeat.
And the Mantis… blinked.
Something ancient shifted in her gaze.
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