I have decided that I am gonna re-write my Beauty and the Werehog story, since my previous one had some bad grammar and a few spelling mistakes so lets get started with the Prologue.

Prologue

As all fairy tales do. This story begins with the simplest of words: Once upon a time…But that is where our story, takes a different turn. For this is not just a tale of a beautiful hedgehog maiden and a handsome hedgehog prince – although, in truth, the hedgehog maiden is lovely and the hedgehog prince can indeed be charming. This is a tale of a beauty much deeper than that. It is a story of two Mobian animals drawn together under the most interesting of circumstances, two Mobian animals who can learn to truly see what matters only after they meet each other and their tale – one both as old as time and as fresh as a rose – begins.

So our story starts, once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France…

The hedgehog prince scowled. He faced a pair of heavy gilded doors that were shut to him. From beyond, his sharp hedgehog ears could hear music and laughter. The party, his party, had already begun. Crystal clinked as guests toasted the night and wandered about the ornate ballroom, their eyes no doubt widening as they took in the hundreds of priceless objects that lined the walls.

Beautiful vases, detailed portraits of faraway places, rich tapestries, and solid-gold serving plates were just a few of the many items. And they all paled in comparison to the beauty of the guests themselves. For the blue prince did not invite just anyone to his parties. He invited only those he deemed beautiful enough to be in his presence. So they came from all over the world, each one as much on display as the inanimate objects in the room.

Standing in front of those closed doors, the blue prince barely noticed his servants as they bustled about him, nervously putting on the finishing touches on his costume. His majordomo, a black and red hedgehog, hovered nearby, pocket watch in hand. The creepy black hedgehog hated the blue prince's utter lack of respect of time. In turn, he took great pleasure in wasting the majordomo's. A maid, a light purple cat, stood next to him, a feather brush in hand. Gingerly, she paid a white line on the young hedgehog's face. The paint glided onto his smooth, flawless skin with ease. Finished, the female cat pulled back her hand and cocked her head to the side as she took in her work.

The mask had taken hours to paint, and it showed. It was exquisite. The blue prince's face had been transformed by the pale veil of paint. No detail had been spared, down to the faintest tracings of gold feathering and green accents around his eyes and the dusting of rouge that sharpened his already striking cheekbones. Matching the latest fashion. Underneath the masquerade make-up, the hedgehog prince's emerald green eyes shone coolly.

Stepping back, the purple cat maid waited as the head valet draped a long jewelled coat over the blue prince's shoulders but was carefully about his spiky blue quills, and then carefully inspected it to make sure not one jewel was out of place. Satisfied, he nodded at her.

Lifting one gloved hand, the blue prince gave a single haughty wave, Instantly, a yellow kitsune fox footman appeared. "More light" the hedgehog prince ordered.

"Yes, Your highness" he said, turning and reaching for the candelabrum placed nearby. He lifted it so it illuminated the hedgehog's face.

The prince held a small mirror. It was silver, with flourishes along the back and a delicate handle. In his large hands, the mirror looked tiny and incredibly fragile. Holding it up so he could see his face, he preened. He turned left, then right, then left again before looking straight at his reflection. He nodded once, and then, as though it were only a dishcloth, he dropped the mirror.

The cat maid, who nearly fainted in relief at the blue prince's nod of approval, gasped as the mirror began to fall. Not even bothering to turn to the noise, the blue prince hand the blue hedgehog majordomo open the doors to the ballroom. As he entered, the kitsune fox lunged forward by spinning his twin tails to fly to catch the mirror before it hit the ground. The servants let out a collective sigh as the doors swung shut behind the prince. For the next few hours they would be able to relax, out of sight of their cruel, spoiled and unkind hedgehog master.

Unaware of his servants' thoughts, or perhaps aware but unconcerned, the blue hedgehog made his way across the ballroom. It was a sea of white – per his invitation. Many of the guests were hard to distinguish, save their masks. The result was enchanting. His mouth remained pulled down, however, and his solemn expression did not indicate any pleasure at seeing such beauty in his castle. He never allowed others to see if he felt joy or pain.

It afforded him a sense of mystery, which he enjoyed immensely. As he walked, his royal blue ears had caught the whispers of young Mobian woman wondering excitedly if this would be the night he singled them out for a dance. A smug smile tugged at his lips, but he tamped it down and continued on his way.

Pushing through a circle of eligible maidens and their chaperones, the blue prince arrived at his throne, he sat down and draped his legs over one of the arms and his arms resting behind his head. The throne was raised above the ballroom floor, allowing him the best spot from which to view the party. Like everyone else in the room, the throne was decadent in its design. A huge majestic coat of arms dominated the seat, making it clear, if it weren't already, whose throne it was.

Standing beside it, the hedgehog turned and stared out at the ballroom. He watched a dark red echidna with purple eyes as he was sitting at the grand harpsichord piano across the room. The hedgehog locked eyes with the echidna, who smiled kindly in return, flashing his sharp yet white teeth at him. The prince grimaced but nodded. He and his wife, who was a stunning white bat with teal blue eyes, the elegant operatic diva who stood beside him, were known the world over for their sound. They were, simply put, the best. Because of that, the blue prince needed to have them at his ball.

With his nod, the echidna began to play and the diva began to sing, her voice filling the ballroom as she started to hover slightly from the ground by flapping her big bat wings. The hedgehog strode out onto the floor and started to dance. His moves were smooth and practised, honed from years of training.

Around him, ladies moved in reverse to the hedgehog, their dancing equally well practised and smooth. Yet somehow they paled in comparison to him. His presence was bigger than the ballroom, his looks more dashing, his coldness more chilling than the wind and rain that howled outside.

The bat diva's voice had just swelled to an almost painful note when, suddenly, above the music and over the wind. The hedgehog heard the unmistakeable sound of someone knocking at the doors that lead to his royal garden. He lifted his hand, and the music came to an abrupt stop.

The knock came again. For a moment, no one moved. And then all the windows blew open, followed by the door. Rain billowed into the ballroom, and a strong wind caused the candles in the sconces along the walls to flicker and go out. The ballroom was plunged into darkness, and the hedgehog prince heard his guests began to mutter nervously. In the remaining light from the candelabra on the tables, the hedgehog watched with a mixture of anger and curiosity as a hooded figure entered through the open door.

The stranger was hunched over, clutching a gnarled cane with a shaking hand. The visitor moved out of the cold and into the warmth of the ballroom. As the door shut, the hooded figure sighed audibly, clearly happy to be somewhere he – or she – seemed to think was safe and inviting.

That couldn't have been more wrong.

His initial shock fading, the hedgehog prince felt rage well up inside him. Using his fast speed to grab a candelabrum from a nearby table, he stormed through the crowd, pushing people out of his path with his fast running speed once again. By the time he arrived at the door, his face was red, despite the layers of face paint. He noticed that the uninvited guest was an old echidna female with pale orange fur and bright blue eyes. Hunched as she was, the hedgehog towered over her.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded with a snarl

The old echidna Mobian looked up at him with hope in her blue eyes. Holding out a single red rose, she said in no more than a whisper "I'm seeking shelter from the bitter storm outside" As if on cue, the wind rose to a fever pitch, howling like a mad beast.

The blue prince remained unmoved.

He did not care if the echidna was cold and wet. She was haggard, old and vagrant. And worse still, she was ruining his ball. Another wave of red-hot anger washed over him as he saw the ugliness amid all the beauty he had so carefully and painstakingly created. "Get out!" he sneered, waving her away with his hand "Get out now, You do not belong here!" He gestured around the room at the elegantly dressed quests.

"Please" she begged as she placed her hands together with rose still in her palms "I am only asking for shelter for one night. I will not even stay in the ballroom"

His frown deepened more "Don't you see, old lady? This is a place of beauty" he said, his voice being cold "You are too ugly for my castle. For my world. For me"

The echidna seemed to shrink as the prince's words tore into her, but he did not appear to have any remorse. Signalling the black hedgehog and the yellow kitsune. He ordered them to get her out of his castle.

"You should not be deceived by appearances" The old echidna said as the two servants approached. "Beauty is found within…"

The blue hedgehog threw back his head as his quills bounced along with him as he laughed cruelly. "Say what you will, hag. But we all know what beautiful looks like – and it is not you. Now go!"

Turning, he was about to leave. But a gasp from his guests gave him a pause. As he looked over his should, his green eyes grew wide. Something was happening to the old echidna. Her dirty cape and hood seemed to engulf her in a cocoon of sorts until she all but disappeared. Then a flash of light erupted, blinding him.

When his vision cleared, the old echidna beggar was gone. In her place was the most beautiful Mobian he had ever seen, her echidna quills were longer and her pale orange fur was replaced by a dark yet light orange and her blue eyes were much brighter. She was floating above him, emitting a dazzling golden light not unlike the sun's. Instantly, the hedgehog knew exactly what she was, for he had read about such things. She was an enchantress- A Mobian of magic who had put him to a test.

And he had failed.

Falling to his knees, the hedgehog held up his hands. "Please" he said, now the one to beg "I'm sorry, Enchantress. You are welcome in my castle for as long as you like"

The echidna enchantress shook her head with a glare. She had seen enough to know what is was a hollow apology. The blue prince had no kindness or love in his heard. Magic coursed through her and then washed over the prince.

The transformation began instantly. The blue hedgehog's body was racked with pain. His back arched and he groaned as his body began to grow. His jewellery popped off. His clothes ripped. The surrounding guests screamed at the sight of their host and fled. The hedgehog reached up, trying to grasp a lone chair, but to his horror, he discovered his own hand resembled a monster.

Amid it all, the echidna enchantress calmly watched her punishment take effect. Soon the ballroom was empty save for the staff, the entertainers, and a lone flying Chihuahua dong that had belonged to the bat diva. As they looked on in shock, the hedgehog's transformation became complete. Where once there towered a handsome hedgehog now, cowered a hideous werehog like beast. His fur was a horrible greyish blue with grey tips on his quills, a grey furred stomach, sharper ears, long claws on each finger, two long fangs pointing out of his mouth and his shoes were red with sharp spikes on the bottom.

But he was not the only one who transformed. The rest of the castle and its inhabitants no longer looked the same. They too, had changed…

The days bled into years, and the hedgehog and his servants were forgotten by the world until, finally, the enchanted castle stood isolated and locked in perpetual winter. The echidna enchantress had erased all memory of the castle and those who were in it, even from the minds of the people who loved them.

But there did remain one last bit of hope: The rose she had offered the prince was truly and enchanted rose. If the blue prince could learn to love another and earn that person's love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a werehog forever.

But who can truly learn to love a werehog beast? And his name was…Sonic The Hedgehog