Belle yelled in surprise as Phillipe bolted, causing her to go flying through the air and land unceremoniously on her back. She lay there, winded, trying to catch her breath.
She was about to call for Phillipe when she realised he had turned around and cantered away immediately after throwing her off. She didn't know what had provoked such erratic behavior. She usually wasn't the one to ride him, but he was as friendly to her as to her father. He had always been a well-mannered horse. For him to behave in this manner showed there was something very wrong going on. Her father was in trouble.
She considered going back and finding Phillipe again, but decided against it. If he had reacted so violently just then, he likely wouldn't behave calmer the segundo time around. She only hoped his frantic arrival at the village indicated to the villagers that there was something wrong.
She then considered going back to ask the villagers for help, but decided against it. There was no time to waste if her father was in danger. And, she admitted to herself, she simply felt too proud and awkward to ask the villagers, none of whom she'd really connected with, for help in finding her father, who she held so dear to her. She could rescue him herself.
At least Phillipe had taken her a good distance before abandoning her. She was currently at a crossroads. One path was bright and sunny, with a clear path winding through the woods. Another was dark and foreboding, with barely any light to lead the way.
Usually in her stories, the hero found adventure when they picked the mais dark, dangerous path instead of the safe, clear one. But she wasn't looking for adventure. She was looking for her father.
With that in mind, she advanced down the sunny, inviting path. Her father would've probably been sensible enough to take it. He could be scatterbrained, but surely he'd remember the path to the fair, which likely wasn't the dark, gloomy one nobody could see in.
As she progressed further down the path, she felt mais and mais uneasy, despite the bright, welcoming sunlight and clear paved path. She was so used to the usual path through the village that an unfamiliar place, even a bright and inviting one, seemed intimidating to her.
She told herself she was an explorer discovering a new land, walking through the path that led to it. Or Little Red Riding capuz, capa walking through the woods, unaware of lobos and danger.
She scolded herself for such childish fantasies. Her father was in real danger, and all she could do was think about the fairytales she'd read?
Still, it did help calm her down. Her imagining came to a halt as she found herself facing a cave that cut the trail off. It was even darker than the other path she'd seen.
Should she proceed? She could imagine her father going in, thinking it was a path to the fair, only to get stuck.
The thought made her shudder. If she proceeded, she'd get stuck to. But she'd find him, maybe, and they could find a way out together.
Imagining this was the cave full of jewels and treasures she'd been seeking in her expeditions, she stepped inside. She almost jumped. It was such a jarring change, being bathed in sunlight, and then obscured in darkness, as if a black cape had been pulled over her.
She finally found her voice after a few steps inside. "Papa?"
Papa, Papa, Papaa...
She jumped in surprise upon hearing her voice's soft echo. She had spoken barely above a whisper, and yet the sound had carried through the cave, repeating itself.
She forced herself to speak louder. "Papa?"
This time, the echo was louder and clearer, like a chorus of singers. She was so entranced por it she almost forgot to listen for an answering voice.
Nothing. She could practically hear his voice in her mind, hear him saying "Belle? Is that you?" And then she'd cry out in joy and run blindly through the cave and into his arms, and then they'd both go início and put everything behind them.
Right. início to the routine, mundane village.
Her footsteps sounded like drums as they pattered through the cave. The only thing competing for their noise, other than her echoes, was her rapidly beating heart. She knew the cave was silent, but it felt anything but.
She gasped audibly as she saw a glimmer of light up ahead. It was small and faded, but she could clearly make it out. She started running, almost tripping over the rocks and managing to regain her balance, as the light became wider and wider.
It felt like a breath of fresh air to run out of the damp, dark cave and into the open again. The sunlight was even brighter than in the woods, and the sweet smells of the outside world were like música to Belle's ears. She felt like an imprisoned woman who'd finally been let out of captivity.
She quickly became aware of the most prominent detail: a tall, rocky tower stained with moss seguinte to a gushing waterfall. It towered over her, gloomy and dismal compared to the bright outdoors. It looked like an illustration from one of her storybooks, like the prisons and towers made to hold princesses.
And they were always rescued por a dashing prince.
Had Papa climbed up there? If so, there must've been a ladder or stairs somewhere. Belle approached the tower until she was close enough to touch it, reaching a hand out and resting it against a mossy stone. She almost pulled it away after feeling how cold and rough it was.
Was there some kind of ritual? Did she have to tap certain stones in a specific order for them to open up? She'd read something like that in one of her books. Or, mais likely, there was a ladder or stairs nestled somewhere around.
Belle carefully edged around the tower, keeping her hand on the stones. She didn't know why. It was as if she was afraid the tower would disappear if she let go of it, like her stories always did after she closed the book.
It took her a while to realise she had just mindlessly done three circles around the tower. She couldn't find anything except grey stone after grey stone, and the occasional moss.
There must be someone in there. Belle highly doubted the tower was built for no reason. If that was the case, how did they venture out to get comida and supplies? Why did they choose to live in such a remote, if pretty, location? What if the inhabitants were currently away? What if they were unfriendly? Had they captured Papa?
Stowing all these perguntas in the back of her mind, Belle cupped her hands around her mouth and called, as loudly as she dared. "Hello?"
She waited for a few moments, observing the tower, without getting any reply. Gathering her courage, she called again, much louder.
"Hello? Is anyone up there?"
She jumped as she saw a movement in the window of the tower. Squinting, she could see that it was a girl. She couldn't make out her full features, but she could see that she had long, blonde hair.
Belle heard the girl call something down to her. She couldn't make out what.
"Hello?" she called, this time as loudly as she possibly could. "Who - are - you?"
She felt rather ridiculous, screaming at the girl. It had the opposite effect Belle was expecting, as she quickly disappeared back into the tower, leaving it as empty as it was before.
This was ridiculous. She was wasting time. She had to focus on finding her father.
She considered turning back and forgetting she ever found this tower. But she decided not to. Something about it drew her to it. Besides, she had come so far. She couldn't turn back now.
She couldn't figure out what to do, though. Should she call up again? Should she continue advancing around the tower?
She was still thinking about it when she saw something long and yellow cascade down the tower, stopping seguinte to her. At first she thought it was a rope, but now that it was seguinte to her, she could see that it was hair. Reaching out to touch it, her guess was confirmed.
It must be the hair of the girl in the tower. It was the only feature of her she'd noticed before, but she didn't know it was this long. It had to be almost the length of the tower. Belle was amazed. The longest hair she'd seen only reached the waists of the girls in her village.
For a moment, she just stared at the hair, amazed and confused. Why had the girl let her hair down? What did she expect her to do?
Oh! Of course. She wanted her to climb it.
But how? Belle felt uneasy climbing someone's hair. Would it even support her? If the hair was this long, there had to be something magical about it. Maybe it was made for climbing.
Still, she decided to call up, to make sure she actually intended for her to climb it. "I'm - coming - up!"
She heard a muffled response. She wasn't even sure if it was a yell, and she had to strain her ears to hear it. Still, she took it as an agreement.
She uneasily took a handful of the blonde hair. Trying not to pull on too hard, she placed a foot against the tower. When she tried to place another, it immediately slipped off due to the moss.
She yelped quietly as she felt herself rising off the ground, grabbing tightly onto the hair before loosening her grip. She tried to grab onto the tower, only to feel herself being risen higher. She had no choice but to grab onto the hair. She realised the girl was pulling her up. She forced herself to relax as she continued her ascent, amazed her body weigh was actually being supported.
As Belle reached the window, the hair stopped pulling her up. She found herself face to face with the girl in the tower, who had a frying pan aimed at Belle's face.
She was about to call for Phillipe when she realised he had turned around and cantered away immediately after throwing her off. She didn't know what had provoked such erratic behavior. She usually wasn't the one to ride him, but he was as friendly to her as to her father. He had always been a well-mannered horse. For him to behave in this manner showed there was something very wrong going on. Her father was in trouble.
She considered going back and finding Phillipe again, but decided against it. If he had reacted so violently just then, he likely wouldn't behave calmer the segundo time around. She only hoped his frantic arrival at the village indicated to the villagers that there was something wrong.
She then considered going back to ask the villagers for help, but decided against it. There was no time to waste if her father was in danger. And, she admitted to herself, she simply felt too proud and awkward to ask the villagers, none of whom she'd really connected with, for help in finding her father, who she held so dear to her. She could rescue him herself.
At least Phillipe had taken her a good distance before abandoning her. She was currently at a crossroads. One path was bright and sunny, with a clear path winding through the woods. Another was dark and foreboding, with barely any light to lead the way.
Usually in her stories, the hero found adventure when they picked the mais dark, dangerous path instead of the safe, clear one. But she wasn't looking for adventure. She was looking for her father.
With that in mind, she advanced down the sunny, inviting path. Her father would've probably been sensible enough to take it. He could be scatterbrained, but surely he'd remember the path to the fair, which likely wasn't the dark, gloomy one nobody could see in.
As she progressed further down the path, she felt mais and mais uneasy, despite the bright, welcoming sunlight and clear paved path. She was so used to the usual path through the village that an unfamiliar place, even a bright and inviting one, seemed intimidating to her.
She told herself she was an explorer discovering a new land, walking through the path that led to it. Or Little Red Riding capuz, capa walking through the woods, unaware of lobos and danger.
She scolded herself for such childish fantasies. Her father was in real danger, and all she could do was think about the fairytales she'd read?
Still, it did help calm her down. Her imagining came to a halt as she found herself facing a cave that cut the trail off. It was even darker than the other path she'd seen.
Should she proceed? She could imagine her father going in, thinking it was a path to the fair, only to get stuck.
The thought made her shudder. If she proceeded, she'd get stuck to. But she'd find him, maybe, and they could find a way out together.
Imagining this was the cave full of jewels and treasures she'd been seeking in her expeditions, she stepped inside. She almost jumped. It was such a jarring change, being bathed in sunlight, and then obscured in darkness, as if a black cape had been pulled over her.
She finally found her voice after a few steps inside. "Papa?"
Papa, Papa, Papaa...
She jumped in surprise upon hearing her voice's soft echo. She had spoken barely above a whisper, and yet the sound had carried through the cave, repeating itself.
She forced herself to speak louder. "Papa?"
This time, the echo was louder and clearer, like a chorus of singers. She was so entranced por it she almost forgot to listen for an answering voice.
Nothing. She could practically hear his voice in her mind, hear him saying "Belle? Is that you?" And then she'd cry out in joy and run blindly through the cave and into his arms, and then they'd both go início and put everything behind them.
Right. início to the routine, mundane village.
Her footsteps sounded like drums as they pattered through the cave. The only thing competing for their noise, other than her echoes, was her rapidly beating heart. She knew the cave was silent, but it felt anything but.
She gasped audibly as she saw a glimmer of light up ahead. It was small and faded, but she could clearly make it out. She started running, almost tripping over the rocks and managing to regain her balance, as the light became wider and wider.
It felt like a breath of fresh air to run out of the damp, dark cave and into the open again. The sunlight was even brighter than in the woods, and the sweet smells of the outside world were like música to Belle's ears. She felt like an imprisoned woman who'd finally been let out of captivity.
She quickly became aware of the most prominent detail: a tall, rocky tower stained with moss seguinte to a gushing waterfall. It towered over her, gloomy and dismal compared to the bright outdoors. It looked like an illustration from one of her storybooks, like the prisons and towers made to hold princesses.
And they were always rescued por a dashing prince.
Had Papa climbed up there? If so, there must've been a ladder or stairs somewhere. Belle approached the tower until she was close enough to touch it, reaching a hand out and resting it against a mossy stone. She almost pulled it away after feeling how cold and rough it was.
Was there some kind of ritual? Did she have to tap certain stones in a specific order for them to open up? She'd read something like that in one of her books. Or, mais likely, there was a ladder or stairs nestled somewhere around.
Belle carefully edged around the tower, keeping her hand on the stones. She didn't know why. It was as if she was afraid the tower would disappear if she let go of it, like her stories always did after she closed the book.
It took her a while to realise she had just mindlessly done three circles around the tower. She couldn't find anything except grey stone after grey stone, and the occasional moss.
There must be someone in there. Belle highly doubted the tower was built for no reason. If that was the case, how did they venture out to get comida and supplies? Why did they choose to live in such a remote, if pretty, location? What if the inhabitants were currently away? What if they were unfriendly? Had they captured Papa?
Stowing all these perguntas in the back of her mind, Belle cupped her hands around her mouth and called, as loudly as she dared. "Hello?"
She waited for a few moments, observing the tower, without getting any reply. Gathering her courage, she called again, much louder.
"Hello? Is anyone up there?"
She jumped as she saw a movement in the window of the tower. Squinting, she could see that it was a girl. She couldn't make out her full features, but she could see that she had long, blonde hair.
Belle heard the girl call something down to her. She couldn't make out what.
"Hello?" she called, this time as loudly as she possibly could. "Who - are - you?"
She felt rather ridiculous, screaming at the girl. It had the opposite effect Belle was expecting, as she quickly disappeared back into the tower, leaving it as empty as it was before.
This was ridiculous. She was wasting time. She had to focus on finding her father.
She considered turning back and forgetting she ever found this tower. But she decided not to. Something about it drew her to it. Besides, she had come so far. She couldn't turn back now.
She couldn't figure out what to do, though. Should she call up again? Should she continue advancing around the tower?
She was still thinking about it when she saw something long and yellow cascade down the tower, stopping seguinte to her. At first she thought it was a rope, but now that it was seguinte to her, she could see that it was hair. Reaching out to touch it, her guess was confirmed.
It must be the hair of the girl in the tower. It was the only feature of her she'd noticed before, but she didn't know it was this long. It had to be almost the length of the tower. Belle was amazed. The longest hair she'd seen only reached the waists of the girls in her village.
For a moment, she just stared at the hair, amazed and confused. Why had the girl let her hair down? What did she expect her to do?
Oh! Of course. She wanted her to climb it.
But how? Belle felt uneasy climbing someone's hair. Would it even support her? If the hair was this long, there had to be something magical about it. Maybe it was made for climbing.
Still, she decided to call up, to make sure she actually intended for her to climb it. "I'm - coming - up!"
She heard a muffled response. She wasn't even sure if it was a yell, and she had to strain her ears to hear it. Still, she took it as an agreement.
She uneasily took a handful of the blonde hair. Trying not to pull on too hard, she placed a foot against the tower. When she tried to place another, it immediately slipped off due to the moss.
She yelped quietly as she felt herself rising off the ground, grabbing tightly onto the hair before loosening her grip. She tried to grab onto the tower, only to feel herself being risen higher. She had no choice but to grab onto the hair. She realised the girl was pulling her up. She forced herself to relax as she continued her ascent, amazed her body weigh was actually being supported.
As Belle reached the window, the hair stopped pulling her up. She found herself face to face with the girl in the tower, who had a frying pan aimed at Belle's face.
Princess Lineup (as of Dec. 2013)
I used to post these on the disney Prince club but that spot looks dead :( I already did The disney Princes I would settle down with but I don't really like it now, when I re-read some of my old articles, I sometimes cringe. Personality is mais important than looks but I can't really marry someone I'm not attracted to. I'm going to make this short because it can get offensive. I saw JNTA1234 doing this with the Princesses and I laughed a lot so here we go...
The Prince - Kill
I amor The Prince and I would amor him to serenade me...
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One song my coração keeps cantar for one amor only for you.
The Prince - Kill
I amor The Prince and I would amor him to serenade me...
I love them <3
I've seen many of these artigos on here, not many of them are that recent though. Hardly any include the CGI princesses or Tiana in extreme cases. Not offence intended
So I decided to do a slightly mais up to encontro, data countdown. Hope you enjoy it! :)
IMPORTANT NOTE - This is an opinion article. if you do not agree with any of my choices that's fine but there's no need to make harsh comments.
Due to the recent 'Merida Princess Makeover Scandal' I am only judging the girls on how they look in the movie, not in the merchandise.
20. Merida
She may be brave,...
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So I decided to do a slightly mais up to encontro, data countdown. Hope you enjoy it! :)
IMPORTANT NOTE - This is an opinion article. if you do not agree with any of my choices that's fine but there's no need to make harsh comments.
Due to the recent 'Merida Princess Makeover Scandal' I am only judging the girls on how they look in the movie, not in the merchandise.
20. Merida
Super brave, not super beautiful...
She may be brave,...
BFFs!
Okay, I've seen some people do friendship pairs before but I decided take it to the seguinte level. This is my opinion on how the princess would get along, in topo, início 20 format. It took me ages to put together and I honest to God have no idea what I'm doing. I tried my best to take in account the princesses' personalities, their hobbies and their talents. And I think I did a pretty good job.
Honorable Mentions
Snow White and Belle
Cinderella and Rapunzel
Aurora and Ariel
Aurora and Belle
Ariel and Mulan
Belle and Jasmine
Belle and Mulan
Jasmine and Pocahontas
Pocahontas and Tiana
Pocahontas and Rapunzel
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Honorable Mentions
Snow White and Belle
Cinderella and Rapunzel
Aurora and Ariel
Aurora and Belle
Ariel and Mulan
Belle and Jasmine
Belle and Mulan
Jasmine and Pocahontas
Pocahontas and Tiana
Pocahontas and Rapunzel
The...
There's been a slight change to Aurora's list. Basically I just copied and paste all the words and made a simple switch. There's a new #1.
5.Blake Lively
This choice is purely based on appearance because personally I think this girl is a terrible actress. But I also think she's beautiful enough to play Aurora. Besides, it's not like she has to do much.
4.Amber Heard
Now this actress actually is talented but keeps doing borderline awful projects. Amber has definitely has the sex appeal to play this role. She's one of my favorito atrizes right now and I think she could do a great job....
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5.Blake Lively
This choice is purely based on appearance because personally I think this girl is a terrible actress. But I also think she's beautiful enough to play Aurora. Besides, it's not like she has to do much.
4.Amber Heard
Now this actress actually is talented but keeps doing borderline awful projects. Amber has definitely has the sex appeal to play this role. She's one of my favorito atrizes right now and I think she could do a great job....
Okay, so here are the atrizes for Belle, it was pretty easy. Let's get started. This is the first list that doesn't have any "Teen Stars".
5.Leighton Meester
She probably looks the most like Belle out of all the actresses. The facial structure, the hair, everything is exact. So why is Leighton only #5? Well the seguinte 4 atrizes have to proven to be much mais talented and can do twice as good of a job.
4.Christy Carlson Romano
Some of you may not know her or just don't remember her. She played Ren on Even Stevens, voiced Kim on Kim Possible. And she actually played Belle on broadway,...
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5.Leighton Meester
She probably looks the most like Belle out of all the actresses. The facial structure, the hair, everything is exact. So why is Leighton only #5? Well the seguinte 4 atrizes have to proven to be much mais talented and can do twice as good of a job.
4.Christy Carlson Romano
Some of you may not know her or just don't remember her. She played Ren on Even Stevens, voiced Kim on Kim Possible. And she actually played Belle on broadway,...
Well this idea just came to me. Everyone has different opinions on who should play the princesses. This is my opinion on the topo, início five atrizes who could play Snow White. I'll be doing this with the other princesses when I have the time. And what better way to do it than chronologically.
5.Ellen Page
The ironic thing about Snow White is that most of the atrizes today that look like her usually play roles that are mais or less the opposite of her personality. Ellen Page may look like Snow White but she plays roles of girls who are cynical, sarcastic and sometimes have low self esteem,...
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5.Ellen Page
The ironic thing about Snow White is that most of the atrizes today that look like her usually play roles that are mais or less the opposite of her personality. Ellen Page may look like Snow White but she plays roles of girls who are cynical, sarcastic and sometimes have low self esteem,...
Eugine and Rapunzel fall in amor at first sight, but this is obscured por the fake persona of Flynn. Rapunzel is only attracted to Eugine as he really is--not when he's trying to fake being something he's not. After an initial stumble, they both hold back for fear of rejection until sure the other reciprocates.
When they first meet, Eugine gets a rare chance to make a good first impression--by being unconscious. He is naturally cute, after all. But when he sees Rapunzel...
...he tries to use his best Flynn Rider routine. This falls flat on Rapunzel. Good for her? Not really. It falls...
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When they first meet, Eugine gets a rare chance to make a good first impression--by being unconscious. He is naturally cute, after all. But when he sees Rapunzel...
...he tries to use his best Flynn Rider routine. This falls flat on Rapunzel. Good for her? Not really. It falls...
Hello People! I was thinking for a while that I should make a favorito disney Princess artigo and then i thought that i should also make a Prettiest Princess artigo and then i got confused so will put both of my lists in that Article! Anyway i hope you will enjoy it and excuse if had make a lot english grammar errors :/
10th Place
Prettiest: Rapunzel
Well do i need to say something? Just look at her she's cute at best. Her features are extremely child-ish, she's 18 and she looks like 16 (she and Aurora need to switch ages!). Her eyes are HUGE I know, know other disney Princesses have...
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10th Place
Well do i need to say something? Just look at her she's cute at best. Her features are extremely child-ish, she's 18 and she looks like 16 (she and Aurora need to switch ages!). Her eyes are HUGE I know, know other disney Princesses have...
leitura some of the comments, I realized there's much thing that people are wrong about princesses, well, at least I think they're wrong, so in association with princesslullaby, JonnaSe, lepetitsouris and CureDiana I tried to cover them as objective as possible. Thanks princesslullaby for awesome pictures.
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Snow White
*She is stupid (for taking the apple, running away, going into a stranger's house...)
It's unfair making such a big deal out of it considering other princess didworse things.
princesslullaby: first of...
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Snow White
*She is stupid (for taking the apple, running away, going into a stranger's house...)
It's unfair making such a big deal out of it considering other princess didworse things.
princesslullaby: first of...
