Authors note: I have no idea where I'm going with this, I'm going to try to make this different from the normal Beauty and the beast stories you may have read, but I would really appreciate some reviews and critiques if you all don't mind Enjoy!
The Grace of a Beast
Once, not so long ago, a merchant had 3 daughters. The first daughter, Luxure, was the oldest, she had a very thin frame and a long face, like that of a horse, she was blond, with sharp arched eyebrows and a narrow pointed nose. She was also very vain. She cared for nothing but herself and her possessions, and having the money she needed to buy more. The middle daughter, Paresse, was much the same as her older sister, she however was short and plump, with a small face like that of a cherry, round and red. She was a brunette, and had thick, large eyebrows and small pinched eyes, brown like her sisters. She loved to eat, and she cared only for herself and for the gourmet sweets she always loved to eat. Now the youngest daughter, however, she was a different story. She was tall, taller than most, and fairly plain by most standards. She was quiet, almost invisible, and her name was Genre. The merchant was always busy with his work and left all house housework up to his daughters, expecting each of them to do their fair share but in reality genre did it all. She washed the laundry, fed the animals, catered to her sisters' needs, cooked and cleaned. She had almost no time for herself. Any spare time she had was devoted to reading, anything and everything. Her thirst for knowledge rivaled even that of her sisters' love of things and of food. She never spend time on her clothes and hair, resulting in a rather haggard appearance, but if one looked closely, they would see that under her haphazardly tied cap was bright, beautiful red hair, redder then the first roses of spring. If one looked at her eyes, past the gray underneath her eyes from sleeplessness, past the half lidded stare of perpetual tiredness, one would see big, bright brown eyes, flecked with gold. Her sisters' eyes may have been as brown as hers, but hers were better, her eyes held a spark, a spark of adventure and imagination.
The merchant was successful; however the keyword there is "was". Through a series of bad luck, bad investments and a storm that completely destroyed almost all of his ships, the family was left destitute. They had to move from their lavish home in the cities to a small run down cottage in the country. They now lived in a cottage on the outskirts of a town called Tranquille, with no more than one hundred people, it was quite a change to say the least. The merchant and Genre adjusted fairly well for the most part, but Luxure and Paresse, did not. The often whined and complained about the loss of their money and lifestyle and most of the time never even left their beds. To say they were not happy was a gross understatement. The merchant became a farmer and Genre took care of the house and animals, they made their small simple living by selling their goods at the village's tiny market. The little families life fell into a routine, until . . .