Hey all you wonderful readers and writers! This is gonna be an interesting story. Ok, if you all know me well, I have written a story about Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Love the movie, but I poorly wrote it since I was just starting. So, after a looooong time, I thought of redoing it, but never got that time. But, I have received a birthday story request from Pikagirl227 asking me to make the same story for her bestie, Leslie. She's moving away soon and wanted me to make a special story for her. Her favorite is the movie, so how could I not say 'no'?
This is a small story. I'll try to make it as long as I can, because I wanted to have maybe three, or four chapters if I don't make it too long. Much better writing I hope, and I might put in some songs from the movie. Hope I don't get in trouble, but I thought of using maybe a few. You'll see. Plus, I'll use some OCs maybe in this. Like hers for instance. I'll figure it out while writing.
So please like this, please no bad reviews, and send a happy birthday wish to her and good luck on her move. Thank you AND enjoy. XD
Beauty and the Beast
Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a glorious castle filled with riches beyond his wildest dreams. He was helped by many servants in the castle all his life. They groomed him, taught him, raised him to be a proper adult. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and very unkind to others around him.
But then, on a cold winters night, an old woman cloaked in a black ragged cape came to the castle. The prince answered the soft knocks she made and opened the door only to be disgusted by the appearance. The old woman begged to be let in for shelter from the bitter cold, and offered him a single, red rose. The prince sneered at the offer and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty is found withen.
Frustrated, the prince dismissed her again and shut the doors leaving her stranded on the doorstep of the castle. Suddenly, the old woman's ugly look shifted into a beautiful enchantress. The prince was petrified of guilt and tried to apologize for his horrible behavior, but she found no love in his heart. For his punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful lasting curse on the castle and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous appearance, the prince sheltered himself in the castle from everything in the outside world. The rose, she had offered, remained by his side for it will bloom on his twenty-first year. If he could love another, and earn their love in return before the last petal fell, then…the spell will be broken. If not, he will be doomed to remain a beast, forever.
As the years passed, the prince fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast…?
A rooster crowed loud as the morning sun approached the hills of a small village. The sun's rays beamed down throughout the lands as the warm feeling settled in the air. A small home in the far side of the town lived two people inside. An inventor and his younger cousin. The home was quite different from others. It had a large spinning wheel on the side turning to let running water up and over the wheel. There was also a propeller on top with a rather strange metal object connected. These were his projects he had done including others inside. Sure he thought they were impressive, others shunned his work thinking he was only a lunatic with a foolish dream.
His cousin who he had raised himself, loved his work. She didn't care what anyone said about him, or his dream of becoming an impressive inventor. She had always pushed him to create special kinds of work so he could be recognized as one of the greats, only for them to be broken on contact, or they just never find a way to work. But it didn't stop him from not letting the smile on her face to fade away.
While he was at work with his 'newer invention', the young lady of the house calmly walked out shutting the door behind her. She was a tall, very well mannered young lady. Her long pink quills were in a small braid behind her holding them up with a blue bow and wore a light blue dress with a white apron and black flats. She carried a small basket in hand made herself with a small book inside.
She walked down the stone stairs leading up to the house. She looked up to see small birds sing happily through the air like they were welcoming her on this lovely morning. The young lady continued her walk down a small path leading the town with a smile on her face. Her green eyes glimmered in the morning sun.
"It's a quite morning in town, I see." She spoke up softly as she made her way up a small bridge over a stream connecting to the wheel of her house, "I woke up early today, so I wonder if anyone is awake by this time?".
Her questions were quickly answered as she saw several people walking around the streets either pulling carts of bread, or moving carriages loaded with packages and things. She walked through the entrance occasionally bouncing the basket lightly on her waist walking over to a baker.
"Ah, Amy!" the large bear welcomed with a smile.
The lady, Amy, smiled back with a spring in her step to him, "Good morning, Mr. Baker." She happily replied.
"Where you off to?".
"The book shop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a bean stock, and an ogre and-!" she was instantly cut off seeing the baker place his tray of baked goods on a small window of his home.
"That's nice, dear. Abigal! The muffins, hurry up!" he shouted to his wife inside.
Amy shrugged her shoulders knowing those two would usually fight over a little thing like that. Yes, her name was Amy, Amy Rose. The name suited her very much. The people around the town would always think she is beautiful, but completely out of the ordinary. She isn't one of those that work, or usually would settle down with someone in her life and have a family of her own. Amy was the kind to sit inside and read her books all day. She would occasionally go on a small hike around to get some fresh air, but all her life is nothing, but reading books upon books. She didn't really mind that people thought of her as 'strange', or 'peculiar'. Amy would brush off the rumors and go about her day. In which case she was already doing so, on her way to find another book to happily read.
While she continued her way to the store, many around her gossiped quietly. They would either say she was funny in a sort of way, and would usually hiding the small gossip inside as she walks by. Amy just brushed them off and smile back with a simple and polite 'good morning' to them, then go about her day.
The gossips continued as she stopped and quickly hopped onto a moving carriage knowing it would take her directly to the book store. She watched as people around were either walking along the streets, or they were selling their merchandise to others such as food, or others. Kids around her were playing simple games like playing with a spinning top, or some would mess with others smaller piglets until they were running away by a bigger pig later on.
In her head, Amy wished that at least there would be something in her boring life. She always thought her life was simple and plain. Of course, she wouldn't hate her life because she loved staying with her cousin and usually go in town greeting her neighbors. But to herself, Amy just wished deep down that maybe there might be something else for her than this normal life. Something great, maybe epic for her to discover. She only hoped her wish could come true one of these days.
Coming to her stop, Amy quickly hopped off the carriage and proceeded up to the door of her favorite shop. She opened the door letting the small bell above ring to let the owner know of her coming in, "Good morning." She chirped happily to see the old black crow coming up to her.
He smiled at his favorite customer, "Ah, Amy." He welcomed her.
"I'm here to return the book I borrowed." She handed him the small book out of her basket.
The crow looked either surprised, but shook it aside easily, "Finished already? You borrowed it about three days ago." He joked.
Amy laughed with him walking over to a ladder climbing up carefully, "I couldn't put it down. It was so interesting." She replied looking through several 'already read' books in front of her, "You have anything new?".
"Not since yesterday.".
"That's alright, I'll borrow…this one!" she grabbed a dark green book from the shelf handing it to him.
The crow placed his glasses on reading the title of it before chuckling, "That one? But you read it twice!".
Amy turned to him with a wide smile on her face and replied, "It's my favorite!" In an instant, she pushed her body to the side making the ladder roll on the shelf before stopping at the end, "Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!".
The old crow continued to chuckle at her bewildered mind knowing how big her imagination is. That's always the thing he liked about her. Amy climbed down the wooden stairs seeing him give her the book ready to be borrowed again, "If you like it all that much, it's yours." He said walking out of the store with her, "I insist.".
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Amy said graciously as she opened her book and started to read while walking.
Lucky for her, she was very good at dodging objects around as she goes. More people around saw her with her nose stuck in a book again and continued to gossip leaving her to her words of fiction.
On the other side of her, a few geese flew over the small village cawing up a storm as they fly. A sudden bullet appeared out of nowhere killing one of them instantly falling to the ground. While it fell, a rather small, dwarf like brown dog in a brown coat with a red vest and black shoes rushed over to it with a leather bag in hand. He quickly held it up ready to catch the bird not knowing it fell right beside him. Seeing it at first, he grabbed the bird and placed it in the bag before running over to a green hedgehog with a large gun in his hand.
He slid to a stop huffing and puffing like mad, "Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Scourge! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!" he praised looking up to the rather handsome hedgehog in front of him.
Scourge wore a red tunic showing his impressive muscles he had with brown gloves, black. tight pants and brown boots with golden buckles on them. His sapphire eyes starred down at him before he blew the tip of his gun letting the smoke air out before smirking at his little henchman, "I know.".
The dwarf dog rushed after him when he started walking away. He quickly rushed back and picked up another bag of animals he had killed before running after him again, "No animal could stand a chance against you!" he continued, "And no girl for that matter!".
"It's true, William, and I got my sights set on that one!" Scourge pointed straight at Amy who was walking up to an elder woman.
"Th-The inventor's cousin?!" the dog, William stated in shock.
"She's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry!".
"But she's-!".
"The most beautiful girl in town!".
"I know, but-!".
"That makes her the best!" Scourge dropped his gun onto him bonking his little head hard enough to hear the bone hit. He grabbed the collar of his coat holding him up to have a good glare in his eyes to him, "And don't I deserve the best…?!" he growled making the dog shiver.
"O-Of course-I-I mean you do-but-but-!" he quivered scarcely being dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Scourge was what they call a 'Strong and Handsome Prince' of the village. He was well fit to challenge any battle and would certainly win in anything. Men were jealous of him, but were also worshipping him since he was like their protector. Woman fawned over him and the ground he walked on. Scourge was the one who many woman wanted to be with. But with one woman he wanted didn't which really surprised him at first.
Amy thought he was just a show off and wanted attention all the time. She didn't really like those kinds of people who only wanted her for her looks and nothing more. Scourge was one of them, but at the top of the list. He didn't care if she shunned him, or ignored every word he said sometimes, she was perfect for him. With his mind set on one thing, he wanted Amy Rose to be his mate for life.
All the time, Amy would always ignore him while woman around him would glare daggers at her for not even acknowledging his proposals. They would think she's crazy to lose a guy like Scourge, but Amy always left them away since she didn't like him very much.
When Amy finished her talk with the elder woman, she walked on by towards the exit of the town still having the book in her face with her mind racing with imagination. She didn't realize Scourge was there waiting for her. How he got there so fast, no one knows.
"Hello, Amy." He greeted with a smirk on his face.
Amy nodded her head to him ready to pass by, "Good morning, Scourge.".
With a quick movement, he swiped the book out of her hands making the young lady groan in frustration, "Scourge, can I have my book please?" she asked holding her hand to him.
"How can you even read this? There's no pictures in side!" He complained holding the book up sideways flipping through a few pages.
She crossed her arms in a joking way, "Some of us use our imagination." She replied with a slight smirk.
Scourge glared a little at her joke, "Amy, you shouldn't be letting her eyes be glued to this catastrophe." He said throwing the book behind him landing in a pile of mud, "You should be thinking of something else in mind, like me." He smirked once more putting his hands on his hips.
Amy groaned rushing over to the book and picked it up wiping off the splotches of mud on the pages with her apron, "Scourge, you really shouldn't joke at a time like this. Besides, I have things I need to do." She said walking past him.
The green hedgehog rolled his eyes and quickly rushed over to her getting in front stopping her walk, "Now, now, Amy. Surly you won't ignore a small request from me? Why not come home with me and I can show you some of me newer trophies I've shot." He bragged wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Disgusted of him and his 'trophies', she threw his arm off her, "I'm sorry, Scourge, but I really need to get home. My cousin is working still and needs my help." She said walking away a few feet before hearing his lackey come up to him laughing.
"That crazy, old coot! He can't even invent anything that works!" he teased having both him and Scourge bellow with laughter.
Amy glared angrily at the two crossing her arms across her chest, "Don't you dare talk about my cousin that way!" she shouted.
"Yeah! Don't talk about her cousin that way!" Scourge copied trying to sound innocent then pounds his fist on William's head for punishment.
"He's not crazy at all! He's a genius!"
'BOOM!'
Before she and the two continued, a loud explosion was heard followed by a cloud of smoke coming from her home. Frantic thoughts rushed through her head as she scurried off back home leaving the two behind laughing their worthless heads off.
Amy ran towards the house sliding to a stop in front of the doors to an underground basement where her cousin usually works. Opening the doors, the smoke flew out into her face having the poor girl cough, "Ugh…R-Rob?!" she called out to him, "Rob?!".
Her cousin, Rob-O was downstairs on the floor next to his large machine with pieces of rope around him getting tangled up in his quills and body. He was a darker green hedgehog wearing brown pants and boots with a red apron holding various tools in his pockets. He stood up staggering a bit trying to keep his balance still, "Why this little-oof!" he grumbled pulling the ropes off him easily.
"Rob…? What happened?" Amy asked now able to breathe finally as she walked down stairs seeing what he was making.
It was very large, the size of the whole room. It had wheels around it including a metal furnace attached to it with several poles sticking out and gears around it. Rob saw his cousin come in and sighed frustrated to himself, "This thing cannot work! I've tried so much, and now I'm giving up!" he grabbed a gear that was flown from the machine away.
Amy shook her head smiling at him, "You always say that." she said walking over to him.
"I mean it this time, Amy! I will never get this confounded contraption to work!" he scolded at the machine crossing his arms.
"Yes you will, and you will win first prize at the fair tomorrow." Amy replied placing her hand on his shoulder having him turn his attention to her, "And…become a 'world famous inventor'.".
Her cousin stared at her with disbelief, "Do you really think that?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "I always have.".
This got his spirits right back up having the smile she loved back on his face, "That's it! I'll get this thing fixed in no time!" he told himself before walking over to the machine and got down lying his back on a flat board with wheels, "Can you hand me that shape shifting tool, dear?".
Amy obeyed grabbing the tool he needed, then walked over to him, "Here.".
Rob took it thanking her before rolling under the machine to fix any details he had missed, "So what did you do in town? Got anything?" he asked from underneath.
"I got a new book." She replied walking away and over to the small chimney built inside and saw down on a small stool, "Um…Rob? Do you think I'm odd?".
"My cousin? Odd?" he asked pulling out to look up at her with his goggles on only to look like he had 'bug eyed' pupils, "Where'd you get an idea like that?".
Amy shrugged her shoulders looking down at her book now in hand, "I don't know…I guess I'm just not really like any of the others around. They think I'm just not that ordinary like I should be. I haven't been asked by any other men at all.".
Rob was back under and continued to listen while he worked, "What about that Scourge? He's a pretty handsome fella." He suggested.
Her emerald eyes only rolled, "Oh he's handsome, alright…" she agreed, "And rude, and braggy, and…oh, Rob…he's not the one for me.".
"Now don't you worry…!" the dark green inventor stated rolling himself out from under the machine, "Because this is going to start a new life for us if this works. Now…cross your fingers.".
He turned the knob to start the machine. The two watched as it started to rattle and shake uncontrollably. The sound of a teapot whistled out loud as smoke started to come out of the pipes and the furnace. A large ax connected to a gear started to move on it's own chopping down a log in front of it. Amy and Rob-O watched from far away in astonishment seeing the ax actually cut the log in two.
Their eyes watched closely as half of the log was flown off the stand it was on right over their heads and onto a large stack of firewood. Amy's eyes widened at the sight, "It works…" she gasped.
"It does…?" Rob followed watching logs go by cut in half and flown across the room uncontrollably, "I-It…It does!".
"You did it!" Amy shouted happily hugging him from behind, "You really did it!".
Rob returned the embrace just as happy and proud as she was, "This is it, Amy! I'm off to the fair-Oof!" he shouted before getting hit in the head by a passing chopped off log.
After much packing up they can do with the machine, Rob was now on a large wagon with his 'prize winning' contraption covered up by a large blanket and was sat on the 'driver's seat' holding the ropes connected to their horse, Philip. Amy was back home on the steps waving to him smiling proudly, "Good bye, Rob! Good luck!" she cheered.
"Good bye, Amy! And take care while I'm gone!" he replied waving at her before he and their trusted heavy horse were off down the dusty path to the next town over. Not even knowing the dangers he would be up against…
