A/N: So this story was requested by retro mania, who wanted me to write a co-story with him. So this story will have about 15-16 chapters, and will be updated when I have time. The chapters will be short so just a warning.

The power of a wind can chill.
The power of a fire can burn.
The power of a gun can kill.
The power of a mind can learn.

The power of anger can deep inside
Until it tears you apart...
But only the power of your love
Can melt my cold cold heart.

-Jay Verano

"My power can burn nations, my potions plague a planet and yet I stand in front of you giving you the most precious of gifts."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice threatening even though she knew this witch could kill her with a snap of her fingers.

"That my child is what you are about to find out." The witch said gently like a mother would speak to her child, but behind this disguise held a witch with a cold heart who longed for entertainment in this old city, and she had found her perfect play-toys.

Before the girl could speak the witch, chuckled and in a cloud of blue glittering smoke she was gone. The blonde felt a tingling feeling and she felt her body pulling and growing, she looked down at her hands only to see paws with sharp dagger like claws. She then decided to do something she never did; she screamed.

-Earlier that day-

"Treville has been receiving reports of un-natural behaviour in the west of Paris." Corrine stated, looking down at the reports that were placed on the table. She brushed a strand of hair of out her face. Renee was the first to speak.

"Like supernatural? That not logical."

"Yeah well, we have a duty as musketeers to reassure the people that France is safe, so we have to investigate." Corrine huffed. Viveca looked up from her sewing and smiled, she agreed with Corrine, Aramina glided around the room.

"I think it's magical, knights, dragons, witches, just like the stories."

"Yeah well let's check it out," Renee muttered, picking up her satchel, "at least it gives me something to do, and here I was bored out of my mind." Sarcasm dripping off of her tongue.

Not long after the four musketeers had their horses stabled and were ready to go, Aramina took the lead. Whilst they rode their discussed what could be scaring the villagers. Viveca noticed an unread file and as she read through it her face fell and she gasped.

"La Sorcière." Viveca said. "Witch." She clarified as Corrine and Renee turned to face her. "We are heading into a whole lot of trouble, and according to these files she has been setting fires in the village and terrifying the locals. Treville fears she will make her way to the capital. We can't let that happen."

"How do you defeat a witch?" Aramina thought out-loud.

"You make a deal. A deal that will cost everyone involved a great deal." Viveca said sadly, her friends gave her a questionable glance. "My mother couldn't have children, so my father made a deal with a witch. It cost everything he held dear. Farm, good fortune, title it was all gone and erased from history. My family were nobles until my dad gave it up for me."

Everyone rode in silence until they reached the town…only to see it burned and run down. The French wanted to leave but they feared the witch and her power, Corrine and her friends were ready to save them. Deal with the witch.

Surprisingly it wasn't that hard to find the witch. She was lying down on a modern chair gazing at the chaos she had caused, drinking lemonade. The girls approached her, weapons raised. The witch smiled wickedly and with a twitch of her finger the weapons disappeared.

"Sweeties if you want to harm me you gotta try harder than that." The musketeers were excepting an old ugly women but the witch had had caused so much destruction had a youthful face. She had long grey hair, high cheekbones and piercing goat like eyes.

"What's your price for leaving?" Renee demanded crossing her arms.

"Leaving?" The witch raised an eyebrow, "who said anything about leaving? I like France you people have great taste and the romance…"

"We order you by the Royal musketeer's court and the high King Louis." Corrine snapped she was losing her patience.

The witch looked up at her and grinned. "Why aren't you a feisty kitty? It's rude really you storm over here and demand for me to leave and I don't even know your name. I might consider if I know your names. The girls reluctantly introduced themselves, all the while the witch smirked. "Lovely names for lovely girls. I remember a group of girls like you, kind brave and fought for their king and rightness. That was centuries ago. I guess since you gave me the courtesy of telling me your names I should tell you mine." She placed her drink on the table and stood up, her long dress flowing behind her. "It's Eleanor."

"We don't care, name your price." Aramina said, Eleanor looked at her curiously and then laughed.

"Price? Darling I don't make deals I make conditions and you follow them. I admire your spirit and therefore I will have fun whilst you try to save your kingdom, this is my deal. You must break my spell before the first full moon or my spell will become permanent."

"What do you propose?" Corrine questioned. Her friends muttered.

"What are you doing?" "You can't seriously be thinking of agreeing." "You've finally lost it. Crazy Corrine at her finest."

Eleanor looked confused for a moment but quickly regained her composer, "are you sure honey, once you agree you can't go back and I won't be able to break the spell only you can." It was the first time the witch looked concerned.

"I'm sure," as soon those words left her lips; Eleanor and Corrine were whisked away in a cloud of smoke.

-Cursed to be-

"Where are we?" Corrine demanded as she stood up in the dark room.

"Doesn't matter." Eleanor waved her off. "I will ask one more time; are you sure about this, I remember a girl who would die for her country but you going far beyond that."

"I don't understand." Corrine admitted. The witches face returned to its normal wicked and cold smile.

"I think you'll need me, so you have one chance to call upon me. Just whisper my name and I'll appear." Eleanor whispered, Corrine asked why she wanted to have her break a curse.

"Because, you remind me of a girl I knew and she broke this same spell but it cost her everything, I want you to feel the pain, why I can't leave because I lost my love, I lost everything because of this spell and I need to know if you are like her." She then began to chant the spell. "My power can burn nations, my potions plague a planet and yet I stand in front of you giving you the most precious of gifts. I plague this kingdom with the spirit of the wild, the spirit of anger and wrath."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice threatening even though she knew this witch could kill her with a snap of her fingers. "What are you doing."

"That my child is what you are about to find out." The witch said gently like a mother would speak to her child, but behind this disguise held a witch with a cold heart who longed for entertainment in this old city, and she had found her perfect play-toys.

Before the girl could speak the witch, chuckled and in a cloud of blue glittering smoke she was gone. The blonde felt a tingling feeling and she felt her body pulling and growing, she looked down at her hands only to see paws with sharp dagger like claws. She then decided to do something she never did; she screamed.

A/N: Chapter one complete, so please review because I have written this story differently than my others. I love Eleanor's character, her past is dark and the group of girls she's talking about were her daughter and friends. You'll learn about in future chapters. She learned the dark arts after her daughter died protecting her love, he too died, and it was the only way to lessen the grief.

So please review and thanks for reading. And if you're wondering why the witch is doing this, she wants to have fun but also see if she is correct about a certain couple.