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Chapter 1: Beastie.
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle...
A small Hooded figure stood along the ruins of a castle wall, shrouded in black by the night sky. A clawed hand reached down to grab a moss covered brick.
Although she had everything her heart desired, she was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. One night, on the princess's Birthday no less, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose for her birthday. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman and her plain gift away.
The hooded figure weighed the brick in its hands, rolling the weight with furry shoulders.
The old woman was taken aback at the princess's rudeness and warned her not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. The princess did not understand this for she had been brought up to value objects and not others, so she did not see the wisdom in the old woman's words. When she dismissed the old woman again her, ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.
It looked up to the large stain glass windows and hissed. Chucking the brick violently with all its might it watched watched as spider web cracks spread from the point of impact. The figure smiled a little and grabbed another brick.
The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late. For the enchantress had seen that there was no real love in the princess's heart. And as punishment she transformed her into the hideous beast that she was on the inside and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.
Picking up another and another, the figure flung stones, rugged bricks and dirt clots at the now almost shattered window plane. The figure hated it.
Hated it! hated it! Hated it!
Its movements became frantic and less carful. Brick, after brick went through the clawed hands, roughly cuting up the paw pads, and even breaking a few of the claw tips. The window began to crumble and then finally after one last brick, the window shattered raining down a rainbow glass upon the hooded figure. It huffed and puffed as the figure fell to its knees looking up at the now empty black frame. No longer would the figure have to look upon her own wretched story.
Ashamed of her monstrous form, the little beastie concealed herself away inside her castle with only a magic mirror that the enchantress had given her as a window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, it had turned beautiful along with the woman, turning pure gold and laden with gems. It would bloom until her twenty-first birthday.
All was quiet except for her breathing and the hoot of an owl in the tree behind her. She inhaled a calming breath and got up to leave. But before she could do so, tiny sounds of tinkling filled her ears. She circled around and watched in complete and utter horror as the glass magically lifted into the air, and pieced itself back together in its frame, as if there never had been any damage.
If she could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last bejeweled petal fell, then, the spell would be broken. If not, the princess would be doomed to remain a little beastie for all time. As the years passed, she fell into despair and lost all hope... for who could ever learn to love a little beastie like her?
She snarled like a feral Wolf and slashed the wall below it. "No! No! No!" She cried into the night. Her broken claws digging themselves into the stone and leaving smeared bloody marks as a result of her anger.
"Your Highness!?" Squeaked a concerned voice from behind her.
She turned around snarling and snapping her jaws. Her hood fell down to reveal a beast like face, surrounded by thick lion mane and at the center of it glowed two shiny human eyes, full of hot angry tears.
She roared shattering the nights peace, before turning and fleeing. Leaving traces of blood and tears dripping into the dirt.