A/N: I have read several stories about the power of the tear transferring to Eugene.
A/N #2: This edited story corrects some errors in the first edition that I noted as I re-read the various chapters, and "kinds of" follows my other stories, so you might recognize a few of my OCs here that are still awaiting their full development there…, I hope not to spoil things too much.
A/N #3: So, I decided that I might as well add my own tear transference story to those currently online. I hope you enjoy it. And, oh yes, I do not own Tangled or its primary characters, though I do own mine and the idea…
Chapter One: The Visitor
The Royal Kingdom of Corona-by-the-Sea had never been happier. Eighteen years of heartache and sadness felt by all for the loss of the daughter, shortly after her birth, of the kind hearted and benevolent royal family of William and Catherine had finally been ended not even two months earlier and in the most unlikely and most remarkable of ways. The happy citizens, however, did not realize that all was not as it seemed. Yes, not all was calm in the peaceful community by the sea.
The dashing and heroic Sir Eugene Fitzherbert, newly appointed Knight of the Realm, and the permanent guest of the ever grateful Royal Couple of Corona and adored by all Coronian citizens was having a very bad night as he tried to sleep and was tossing and turning as he dreamed. The dream? A recurring scene of sickness and death repeating itself over and over again yet again this night. In his dream; no, let's make it the ultimate of nightmares; he found himself surrounded by sick children and adults, all with horrible sores and boils all over their bodies, crying out to him to save them. In his dream, they were all saying the same thing, 'Eugene; please, only you can save us. The doctors know what afflicts us but are absolutely powerless to do anything to help us. The affliction came to us from Cretania and will spread through all Io without your help. His dream suddenly ended as he heard yet another voice calling out to his subconscious and waking him from the horror.
"Eugene… It will soon be time." A woman's voice called out.
Eugene, the only recognized suitor and new found dream to Rapunzel, the Crown Princess of Corona who had been brought home not even two months previously, instantly snapped awake at the sound of his name and quickly sat up in his enormous and quite comfortable bed.
"It is time?" Eugene thought aloud as he tried to figure out what it was time for. He did not seem to recognize any of the people in his dream so he began to wonder if he was having some sort of vision of a future event.
He pulled the dagger he kept under his pillow free of its scabbard, and quickly scanned the room for any obvious sources for the sound and initially came up empty. It was, to say the least, becoming quite annoying to him, as he could never remember the dream, only the siren call for him to awake. He did not like to feel like someone was playing a joke on him for solely their entertainment unless, of course, it was at the hands of his new dream, Rapunzel as she was still learning the ins and outs of what was and what was not humorous, not that he minded at all. For the tenth time in as many nights, however, he found himself befuddled by the sound of his name as uttered by someone he somehow believed he knew, just not from where or when; or why they were calling to him.
This night, Eugene easily hearing the tower clock in the distant central square softly marking the 2 A.M. hour, was to be quite different. He was to receive the message that would send him into action to save the happy citizens of not only the Royal Kingdom of Corona-by-the-Sea, but the entire continent of Io, and mark the beginning of an adventure that would further serve to cement his role as one that not only the citizens of Corona could look up to, but indeed all residents of Io. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bedchamber he was amazed at the sight before him.
A woman of about 46 or at least the semblance of a woman of about 46 stood before him at the foot of his bed. She appeared to be dressed in a fine black or navy blue flowing gown with white floral lace at the neckline and sleeves. Her gown flowed out from around her as if she was outside on a blustery spring day. She had flowing black hair, with light grey streaks throughout, done up in a body braid that moved in time with the ruffles of her skirt. Finally, she had perhaps the most piercing blue eyes that he had ever seen on any woman; eyes that seemed to fluoresce on their own in the darkness of his room. He would later swear that they glowed with some sort of internal fire.
Eugene; who also could not remember the last tankard of ale he had consumed as he had no need to imbibe anymore as he was completely devoted to the Coronian crown princess, his new dream; was not sure at first if he could truly believe what his eyes were telling him as she appeared to be transparent. As he looked ever more intently at her, he soon realized that the moonlight streaming through a slight opening in his window drapes was actually hitting the floor and his bed in front of her.
"The pestilence is soon to strike. Only you have the power." The blue eyed spectral woman called out.
"Yup;" Eugene thought to himself, "She's definitely a spirit of some sort. Who else, after all, can be so easily seen through or not even seem to require the use of legs as she floated before me."
The shock of this revelation of her apparent transparence soon wore off and Eugene found his voice and asked the most obvious of questions.
"Um, excuse me. Who…, or would it be better to ask, what are you? And, why are you here and why do you come before me? Do I know of you? Are you a ghost or spirit of someone in my past? I seem to think that I might know you or of you, at least." Eugene asked rapid fire, as he rose from his bed to face his nocturnal visitor, somehow knowing the answers even before he asked them.
The woman did not answer his questions, but instead issued a warning of what was to come and that only he had the powers necessary to save his kingdom.
"Who I am matters not; though you are right to presume that we know of each other from the past. However, the events you dream of will soon occur, sooner than you may expect. I come before you, therefore, to give you this warning so that you may help your kingdom as my antecedents helped this wonderful kingdom in the past."
"Um; I guess I can live without knowing who you are, for now. What is this about some sort of warning?"
"A pestilence is soon to strike the Kingdom of Corona-by-the-Sea and will rapidly spread throughout the entire continent of Io and will affect the neighboring kingdoms as well. Many tens or hundreds of thousands may die…"
"DIE!?" Eugene shakily asked as he dropped to his knees in horror as he cupped his face in his hands, quite rightly terrified at the thought of those he loved suffering or dying, and somehow missing the key word in her warning.
"Yes, Eugene; they MAY die, if the current timeline is left unaltered. However, you and you alone have the power within you to change the current timeline and end the pestilence even before it begins."
"Me?" Eugene asked, totally confused; no, not confused, absolutely terrified at the thought of such heady responsibility being foisted upon him.
"Yes, my dear Eugene, it is you. Just as you were preordained to perform yet another miracle at an earlier time, so shall it be for you now. You and you alone have the power of foresight and the ever powerful means to stop the pestilence."
"But, how?" Eugene asked, still trying to come to grips with the riddle of the spectral lady in black.
"You will know when it occurs and what you need to do, Eugene. However, I will leave you with these words of advice."
"Words of advice? What words of advice?"
"Eugene, please listen carefully to me, you have a deepening connection with the surrounding universe that will serve as your greatest ally and benefactor. Do not fail to heed its voice, as to do so is to set the stage for tragedy. Please hear it and listen very carefully to what it tells you."
"Ally? Heed its voice? Hear it and listen to it?"
"Yes; listen to this inner voice and heed it. It will serve you mightily as you easily change the current and terrible timeline to one of remarkable bounty for all, if you allow it to that is…" And with those last words, the spectral vision of Mistress Katelyn faded into nothingness.
Eugene, shocked beyond words, slowly stowed his dagger and walked over to his bed and laid back down; his mind running a mile a minute. He soon fell back into a troubled, yet dreamless, sleep…
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