I was listening to Les Miserable the other day while reading another BatB story on here and I had a thought : what if Belle was a child instead of a young woman? How would the story have gone then?

I did not make this a crossover because a only took a few ideas from the beginning of Les Mis, everything else will be BatB.

Please read and review and tell me what you think. This is NOT a romance story at all, so do not read if you are hoping for romance. (Because come on Belle is going to be a little kid in this and that would just be wrong)

This first chapter is really a prologue. It is short and to the point, setting us up for the story itself. I will upload another chapter or two today depending on how things go.

Don't forget that pretty little 'review' button. It makes me very happy.

In the springtime the castle looked beautiful and majestic, like something out of a dream or fantasy. But that façade belied the true nature of what was inside.

The castle belonged to a very important lord, who had made the castle his home since his parents passed on. The few people who saw him, mostly women, were entranced by his appearance : shoulder-length hair the rich color of a lion's mane, the blue eyes that seemed like endless pools of light, the perfection of his body shape, not too skinny, not too tall and with an impressive pair of shoulders that made all the ladies swoon.

Unfortunately, like his castle, the lord's outward appearance belied the true nature of the man : spoiled and selfish, cruel and cold in his dealings with people. He regularly tossed aside those whom he used once he tired of them, without so much as a backward glance. Finally, one day, he made a mistake that would haunt him.

The courtship started out normally, a beautiful woman who attracted his interest. But then he discovered she had two equally beautiful sisters. Being the kind of person he was, the lord thought nothing of courting and bedding all three at the same time. Once they discovered his boorish nature the three sisters decided it was high time he learned a lesson. For you see the three sisters were not what they appeared either. They were actually witches of very old age and very great wisdom. They could see there was no love in his heart for anyone but himself. So they cast a spell upon him.

And that is where our story begins…