Flower, Gleam and Glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse; bring back what once was mine
Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design
Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine
What once was mine...

The Longest Day

Draped in white. Purity. No sin.

Flower, Gleam and Glow

She'd been reunited with her parents, a joyful account. Her smile and her peace were enough to create the largest celebration the kingdom had ever seen. She'd took it all in, looking on way, greeting someone another way. But deep within her soul, there was something… someone missing.

Quiet, in the middle of the night, her scream. The nightmares were scary monsters. Her new mother would come running, huddling with her deep within the confines of the bed. Her tears were large.

Mother Gothel turning to dust. Her hair complete turned brown. No magic left…

Let your power shine…

The days seemed short and winded. She'd taken them with a full heart. It was her destiny, her kingdom, her new home, her new reality. She was so happy.

But the week ended… and she stepped from her bedroom with no make-up on, her hair in a tussle, her mother's arms held out.

Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine

The wood coffin was before her.

She held back every emotion she had to get through the day, to put one foot in front of the other, to accept what was lost. She gulped, the memory of that day powerful, strong… too strong.

"Don't leave me. I can't do this without you." She clutched his hand, not wanting to let go. He couldn't die. She wasn't going to let him. She couldn't live without him.

"You were my new dream…" It was the last of his strength as he fell to another world, one where she could not go.

She choked. "And you were mine."

His brown eyes gave one last look, her green filling with tears as she witnessed his last breath. He was gone…

She wept, struggling with the song.

"Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design…" she spat it out, hoping it would work. But her hair was brown, her magic gone, his life ended.

Bring back what once was mine…

The white flowers symbolized purity. She placed the bouquet on the coffin and stepped back, swallowing hard. Her mother's arms encircled her and she kept calm. She hadn't cried the whole day. She hadn't even spilled a tear. Now that she was burying him… she was threatening the water works.

"Blondie."

"Here comes the smolder."

"You were my new dream."

"Let's just assume for the moment that everyone here doesn't like me!"

"You smell that?"

"You get to go find a new dream."

It was like slow motion. She wandered to her room, holding her breath, holding back tears. Nothing yet. Threaten, sure. But she hadn't actually cried.

She sat on her bed, holding one of the white flowers. The memory still fresh, of losing him.. It was barely two days falling in love with him. A week later, she buried him in the royal cemetery, all pardon's given. Her parents loved her. And she knew that if he had lived to marry her, oh so to have happened, her parents would have enjoyed him also.

She lifted the flower up, finally, finally letting the tears spill.

"I loved you, Eugene Fitzherbert… now go find a new dream, out there… somewhere." It was whispered, a plea to the one she loved.

And at last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light, and it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted.

All at once, everything is different, now that I see you.

Now that I see you.