And at long last, here's the final chapter!

Mob/Readers: WHYYYY? (burst into tears)

…Hey, they didn't throw anything this time! =D

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Neko-chan4566: Thank you for sticking with my story ^-^ I'll be writing more fics like this in the future, so don't worry.

Disclaimer: As fate would have it, I don't own Beauty and the Beast, only Lynn-- but that's good enough for me!

When we arrived at the village, we saw several villagers in a beaten-up condition-- the result of history's first Man vs. Furniture brawl. Some of them ran up to us, furious and shocked. "What happened at that castle? Where's Gaston?" One of them, a man with a brown handle-bar mustache and apron, demanded.

I took in a deep breath, and took off my hat in respect. "He died killing the most vicious, conniving monster he's ever hunted." I said. Himself. I added in my head. This caught everyone's attention, and they wanted all the details. "Hey, don't ask me for the good stuff…" I stepped aside, making a path for the Prince. "After all, it's his story."

"Who are you?" An elderly woman asked the Prince.

"I am Adam, the Prince of the castle." The Prince, Adam, said. There were surprised murmurs among the crowd at this information.

"If you're the Prince… then what was with the Beast?" A man with a black beard asked. "Belle and Maurice said it was in your castle!"

Adam gave a great sigh. "Yes… Years ago, when I was a young boy… I allowed that Beast into my castle, not thinking nor caring about what happened." The people gasped. "I know-- I was foolish back then, thinking that I could handle anything. But I was wrong, and for my mistake my servants and we became prisoners of the Beast for ten years… until Belle and Lynn came along." The crowd looked at us, and we just shrugged modestly.

"But, they said that the Beast was their friend…" One of the villagers, a man with a brown beard and hat, said as he eyed us warily.

"He put us under a spell," I added, sighing shamefully. "He cast a spell on the entire kingdom, where the furniture came to life, and the entire domain was surrounded with darkness. He kept us as prisoners on the condition that Maurice could be free, and once he was the Beast cast a spell on us, making it to wear we could never leave unless we would never speak of him if he let us free."

"…And, the spell was broken when Gaston killed him." Belle added, then looked down sadly. Man, she was a good actor!

"And then they found me, and freed me and my servants from our dark prison." Adam said… and it was true-- we did free them from their prison: the curse. He took us by the hands. "If they hadn't have come along, I would be trapped in that castle forever." He looked up at the sky. "And, I suppose I owe Gaston my thanks too. If he didn't come to the castle, Belle and Lynn wouldn't have returned."

I shrugged at his remark. I guess Gaston did sort of help end the curse-- in a maniacal, murderous, jealous sort of way. "Yep. No one knows how to fight a Beast like Gaston." I said, then shook my head with a sigh. "If only he was more careful…" …Careful about who he messed with, via me and my friends. I thought.

"How did he …die?" LeFou asked, and I saw a great sadness in his eyes. He really looked up to Gaston, and now he was gone forever. For the first time, I actually felt sorry for the twerp.

I sighed. "They were on the top of the castle, and Gaston stabbed the Beast, but the Beast gave one last swing before he died and…" I looked at Adam, who shrugged. "…he knocked him off the roof, and then the Beast fell with him, his body turning to ashes." I formed tears in my eyes, and pretended to sob. "I was on the roof during the whole thing, trying to stop him, and if I got up there sooner--- *sniffle*" I let the sentence hang there, and let my words sink in.

"…How do we know YOU didn't kill him?" One of the three Gaston-fan-girls, or the Bimbettes as they're called, accused me.

"Because when we were prisoners, the Beast took away her weapons so SHE couldn't kill HIM." Belle said, coming to my rescue. "She drew her knives the first night we were there, but he was too quick and grabbed her wrists, and almost broke them unless she handed them over. I was there, begging him not to harm her…"

"But he's gone now, and it's all over." Adam said, relief in his voice. "Finally, it's all over."

The villagers had bought our story. We went back to the castle, with them following us, to find Gaston's body. We found it in the gardens, fallen into a patch of red roses. The Bimbettes bawled, and LeFou ran away, too stunned to speak, while the rest of the villagers collected his body and put it in a casket they made for the hunter. We buried him in the woods by his favorite hunting spot-- his fellow huntsmen told us he always went to a specific spot-- and we hammered a cross above his grave and said a prayer for his soul. Even though he was a conceited jerk, he deserved a proper funeral at least-- well, that's what Belle said, I disagreed but didn't protest.

After the funeral, we went back to the village, and on the way back I saw LeFou, staring blankly into oblivion-- a shell of a man. That was the last time I ever saw him, and I never saw him again.

"You coming down, Lynn?" Belle asked me as she headed for the door.

"I'll be down in a minute." I told her, putting up my hair.

It was a week since we broke the curse, and Adam had decided to throw a celebration for his union with Belle. Yes, you heard right-- they were now together, to rule the castle together. I was even allowed to stay, as long as I took good care of the garden… which I did, of course.

I looked into the mirror, at my dress-- the same dress I wore when Belle and Adam first danced together (when he was the Beast). I sighed. The movie is ending… now what? I thought. I didn't want to go back to reality… I wanted to stay here, where I felt I actually belonged.

"You don't have to go back…" I heard a voice behind me say, and I spun around and saw a woman with blonde hair, wearing a beautiful green dress and tiara. I had never seen her before, but her appearance made it obvious-- she was the Enchantress.

"You… You're--" I stammered, surprised.

She chuckled. "Do not be surprised by my presence, child. I merely came to thank you for playing your part in breaking the spell. I knew you would be a fine addition."

I stared at her, stunned. "You mean… You're the one who pulled me into this world?"

She nodded. "Yes. I heard your wish, and I granted it. You asked for a better life, and what better life would be than this one? You are now part of the story, Lynn, and your story has just begun…" And she disappeared in a shower of glitter.

My story had only just begun? What could that mean? Looks like I'll be here a while, I thought, and the idea made me smile. Somewhere in Heaven, my mother laughs with joy.

I walked out the door, and stepped into the ballroom. Over the week, the servants had spiffed the place up good as new. All the villagers (save LeFou and the Bimbettes) attended the celebration, and I stood by Jean, and we watched as-- for the second time-- Belle and Adam walked down the staircase, and danced on the floor.

"Well, Lumiere, what say we let bigots be bigots?" I heard Cogsworth say, walking up to Lumiere.

"Of course! I told you Belle would break the curse." Lumiere said, watching Belle and Adam dance by.

Cogsworth chuckled. "I beg to differ, but I believe I was the one who said she would."

"No you didn't! You were against it!"

"Now, listen here, you…you daft imbecile---"

"Enguarde, you pompous fool---"

And, once again, Lumiere and Cogsworth began to fight. I sighed and shook my head, and stepped between them. "Guys! Guys! It doesn't matter who said what--" I said, then pointed my hand to Belle and Adam. "What matters is that the spell is broken."

"Yes, and we can all finally live happily ever after," Jean added, then turned to me. "May I have this dance?"

I grinned and shrugged, and let him lead me to the dance floor, and I saw that several others and their lovers joined in. As we danced around the room, I could hear music…

Tale as old as Time…

Song as old as Rhyme…

Beauty and the Beast…

A/N: The Enchantress was right-- Lynn's story just begun! …Yes, a sequel shall follow-- maybe.

Mob: WHAT WAS THAT? (hold up pitchforks and torches)

Uh, I mean definitely! There will definitely be a sequel!

Mob: Yays! (throw confetti)

(finally, they throw something good)

Review! No flames, or--

Mob: We'll come after YOU next!

…Yeah.