Prologue
Hello! After a very long absense, I've returned with an imporved Beauty and the Beast story. I can assure you this story would be very different but follows the 1991 version of the story. My new story involves my own OC taking Belle's place in the story. However this beauty is quite different from her physical appearance to her backstory. So bare with me when the next chapter is ready. So here is the prologue and I hope you will follow, favorite and review. I must warn you I will allow only member reviews on my story due to previous circumstances I would like to forget. I only own my OCS and plot twist, the rest belong to Disney. Also, I would like to thank Sailo Sedna052 for being my editor. Enjoy this tale!
Long time ago (New Spain)...
The village was up in smoke, many humble homes destroyed and abandoned. The residents that once knew of the peace that uphold their small village, now faced the terrible danger that took many of their beloved ones away. Families and lovers were now apart as they either managed to escape or being one of the misfortunate captured to the terrible fate.
A lone figure limped as he hurriedly tried to run as fast as he can escape with his treasure. The elderly man panted as he gripped his treasure tightly, hearing the howls of the hounds not far behind. The weak man looked back in fear, they were close behind, he had to be quick! Neverminded his life, his treasure was more important. Entering the forest, he spots a rose bush among other thick bushes. Without a moment to loose, the elder quickly rushes towards it, gently placing his treasure out of sight. The howling of the hounds was getting closer and the man gently kisses his treasure before continuing to run. Very soon a pack of hounds growled as they ran after the man, its master, with a musket in hand, following behind, yelling his comrades to not lose the sight of the runaway. The group of men responded in affirmative as they continued deep within the forest.
Blast! Moments have passed when the blast of the musket echoed throughout the forest. Birds fluttered from their nests and other animals scurried at the sudden blast that disrupted their sleep. Blast!Another shot shook the forest and everything went deadly quite. It wasn't long before the group of men and their hounds returned. Bitterly they felt for a financial loss but...it was a good hunt. They laughed as they left the forest, they didn't notice one of their hounds paused for a bit as it looked at the rosebush. Before the dog could approached it, the master whistled and commanded it to follow. The dog obediently obliged, leaving the rosebush alone.
Time went on as the forest retuned to its peaceful state, until something unexpected happened. The rose bush rustled and a tiny figured emerged from it. The little girl, no older than three, rubbed her eyes as she looked around with a solemn expression. As she tried to walk she trips over her long white nightgown and begins to cry. A large shadow looms over her and before the little girl could looked, everything went black.