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Part One:
Fitzpatrick McCorrigan was a respectable merchant. Everyone in Dahl town and its neighbor would recognize his name. The name sang of power and wealth, for Fitzpatrick McCorrigan was a man with status. He was strict in business and that was what kept it up and running. His strictness however, didn't apply to his daughters.
Fitzpatrick had three daughters and three sons – all of them were beautiful and handsome young persons. Above all was the littlest of them.
Young Ysabeau or Bo for short was a lovely girl. She was pure at heart and her beauty unmatched. Kind words were all that was spoken about her for the people around Bo adored her dearly. Bo had never spoken ill of anyone before, and despite her family fortunes, not ever once she looked down on unfortunate others. Unlike that of their younger sister, Bo's elders were mean in spirits and took it upon themselves to pity the lowly – which was everyone.
Fitzpatrick had spoiled them rotten. For he was once part of the lowly himself and couldn't bear to deprive his offspring anything they desired. The results were catastrophic, and every time he set his gaze upon his two oldest daughters, sadness overtook him. If only his Isabeau was alive, she would certainly know what to do. His thoughts of Isabeau turned into thoughts of his Ysabeau. How they resemblance one another, like mother like daughter. Bo was the splitting image of his deceased wife, from her appearance to her personalities. Strong headed but yet ever so soft and kind. All of that only made Fitzpatrick adored his littlest even more, as if her being his favorite wasn't enough.
Bo was at the age of marriage, suitors from all over the place came to ask for her hand. All of which she politely declined, stated she wanted to stay home with her beloved father, for she could not bear to part with him just yet. Her sisters belittled her, said she was a fool to turn down such good men. They would certainly jump at the opportunity, given that someone dared to ask for their hands. Little did they know, the young Bo was waiting for the one. That one person who could sweep her off her feet, who could take her breath away. She knew that person was out there, and patiently she waited, for one day they sure would meet. And she would happily let her hand be taken.
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Calamity claimed the McCorrigan. All vessels full of ordered goods of Fitzpatrick's were caught in the storm, forever claimed the depth of the ocean their permanent home. Grief engulfed the entire McCorrigan household – for they were now poorer than the poor the sisters were so fond of making fun of.
The small house resided in the countryside was the only property Fitzpatrick had left. So packing they did, for they did not have a choice.
Life in the countryside was not easy for the ever-spoiled children. They never had to work for their entire life. The shock of their vanished wealth was not fully digested and yet they were already thrust into a different lifestyle altogether. Bo was the quickest to adjust and next her brothers. The sisters never really accepted their changed fate; they would often fantasize about their old glorious days and refused to work.
Fitzpatrick wanted to marry Bo off, since he couldn't give her the care like her future husband could. And watching his daughter doing all the work around the house just broke his heart. Still Bo refused all of the advances, stated that she couldn't leave her beloved father alone for he would need someone to take care of him now that they were poor. Again her sisters belittled her, and Bo gave them no heed.
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They were all settle into the rhythm of their new life when the news about a surviving vessel came to the McCorrigan's front step. Overtaken by joy, Fitzpatrick hurried to come to the port to oversee the situation. Before he departed, he asked what his daughters would like as gifts. The sisters asked for dresses and jewelries, Bo alone did not ask for anything but a rose plucked by her own father. Fitzpatrick agreed with all the requests and went on his way. Promises of returned wealth and power hastened his journey.
Young Bo couldn't help but feel apprehension entered her body as she watched her father's retreating form. Something was telling her that the trip wouldn't end well.
Upon arriving at the port, Fitzpatrick learned that his vessel had been seized by the debtors, leaving him with nothing and still as poor as before. He returned dejectedly, dreading the disappointed looks he was sure would adorn his children's faces when he breached the news to them. Sad and disheartened, he didn't realize he had wandered into an unfamiliar forest until it was too late. Dusk had fallen and still, he couldn't figure out where he was. The wind was howling and he was sure he could hear sounds of wolves' cries not so far away. He was so sure that he couldn't even see the crestfallen faces of his children now, what would become of them when he was gone? What would happen to his precious Bo? He didn't dare to think any further. If fate had decided to claim him now, so shall be it!
Fitzpatrick didn't need to fret much more for before him loomed a great castle. Relieve flushed through him as he guided his steed toward the welcoming sight. The gate was opened for him when he arrived though he could not spot any servants. He fed and watered his mount with the mysteriously provided food and finally taking tentative steps into the castle. He called out to the owner, not wanting to intrude only to hear his own voice reflected back to him. The caste was certainly lived in and as he wandered in further, he found the fireplace already lit, and a table full of food was on display. Hunger coursed through him, he yelled out his appreciation to his hidden host and dug in.
Well fed and warm, Fitzpatrick walked around the castle, marveled at its beauty and expansive interiors. As he spotted a candlelit room with made bed, he again thanked his host and fell asleep almost immediately.
The sun was rising when Fitzpatrick woke up to find new clothes had already put out for him and the smell of cooked food teased his nose. He wore the fine clothes then he proceeded to locate the tantalizing scent he kept detect. The aroma led him back to the room he had first dinner, now breakfast, as the food was again already prepared and ready to serve. As he ate his breakfast, Fitzpatrick couldn't help but wondering about the castle's owner and the mystery behind it. Not even once did he catch a glimpse of any other persons, and not even once did he hear anything but his own footsteps and the sound of nature. How mysterious indeed. Despite all that, he could sense that there was no malice directed toward him, and that he would be welcomed for as long as he stayed here.
Leaving his curiosity behind for the latter day, Fitzpatrick wanted nothing more than to head home and be among his children. He needed to see them more now than ever after the scare he was given yesterday.
As he was walking to where he had left his mount, his eyes caught something in the sun. Before his very eyes was a rose bush with full bloom flowers, with roses as red as roses can get and as exotic as roses can be. Young Bo's words came into his mind, a rose, plucked by her father was what she wanted as a gift. So a rose she would have, and plucked by her father he would. And Fitzpatrick reached down and off a rose he pulled.
As soon as the flower was removed, a thunderous roar came off at a distance. And immediately Fitzpatrick knew he had done something very, very wrong.
"You!" a terrible voice sounded behind him, laces of anger could be detected from it. "I gave you a place to stay, provided food for you and your mount, a bed for you to sleep in, and now you repay me by stealing from me! Stealing the roses I treasure more than anything!"
Fitzpatrick turned around and the sight before his eyes could turn any brave souls into a blubbering mess. A monster, for the lack of a better word, was staring at him with its beastly eyes. Its mouth curled into a snarl, showing off razor sharp teeth. Golden fur adorned its face and you could not find any traits resemblance that of a human. The monster stood easily 8 feet tall and although it was wearing clothes, the muscles underneath it were evident, more so now that it seemed to restrain itself from lunging at Fitzpatrick and tearing him into half. With claws like that, it sure would be an easy job for Fitzpatrick was a small man. And he certainly felt very small right now.
A claw pointed at his chest and Fitzpatrick fell to his knees, unable to form any coherent words.
"I do not tolerant any thieves and you, you are a thief. So old man, you must die, for you dare to steal from me!"
The monster eyes flashed dangerously and as it extended its hand toward him, Fitzpatrick suddenly able to find his voice.
"M-my Lord, I did not steal from you. I only plucked the rose for I remembered my promise to give one to my littlest as a gift! Please, my Lord, if I had known I would never take your precious flowers!"
Openly Fitzpatrick cried and begged, for his life was no longer his, but rested in the hand of the creature stood in front of him. Eyes narrowed but no more steps taken, the beast growled.
"Your littlest?"
"Yes my Lord, my young Bo! She was my precious daughter, the one I treasure the most and as she wished for a rose, this father could not bear to let her down, love her as I did."
Soften the monster seemed and Fitzpatrick dared to hope a little. Maybe it had a heart, maybe it would let him go. Short lived his hope as the next words came out of its mouth.
"Bring her to me, in exchange for your life. Bring her to me in the next seven days and old man if you don't, I will make sure that your entire family won't be able to see the next sun rise!"
Cowered in fear, Fitzpatrick could only nod but in his head, he took this as a chance to see his family for the last time for he would never, ever, sacrificed his Bo.
"There is a chest in the room you slept in, took it and filled it with anything you want. Close the lit when you are done, leave it there and I will have it delivered to your home."
The monster instructed and Fitzpatrick scrambled to do as it said, not wanting it to change its mind, and took away his opportunity to see his children.
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Relief flooded through Bo as she saw her father's riding form in the distance. Her father was home, safe and sound and that was all that was matter to her. But as the man neared, she could see his tear stricken face and apprehension once again claimed her.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Ysabeau, my beautiful Ysabeau!"
Cried Fitzpatrick as he saw his beloved littlest as he could no longer hold back the tears. A hug he crushed her, for he needed to be sure that she was indeed there.
As Fitzpatrick finished recount his fatal adventure to his children, the devastation could be feeling in the air enveloping the whole family. The sisters were the first to burst. Turned to Bo they wailed out their frustration, for how could she done that to their father. For how she wanted to stand out, asking instead for a rose but dresses and jewelries like they did. Stood out she did now that the beast's eyes were upon them for her foolish need of a rose.
Listened sadly, the young Bo could not help but blame herself a little, but her family needed not to worry, she would take care of this matter since problems arrived because of her. She told them as such, and how they asked in return.
"I will go for father's stead for my fault it was that I asked him of a rose that I had no need of."
No her father and her brothers cried out in protest. How could they let their beloved Ysabeau sacrificed herself to such monstrous a creature. Her brothers offered to go and slay the beast themselves but Fitzpatrick warned them off for he knew the power the monster possessed was far too great for his sons to match. The only option was for Fitzpatrick himself to go which Bo objected vehemently. Needed he was so stay he shall be. Since she was at fault, it was only reasonable that she went.
Heatedly they argued, with the brothers wanted Bo to stay as opposed to the sisters'. Lasted their argument for days and time was very near and Fitzpatrick needed to return to the beast if he didn't wish for calamity to claim his home once again. This, this was where young Bo finally won. For Fitzpatrick needed to make the journey seeing that only him knew the road, and there was no way to stop Bo from coming with. Willingly she came and there would be no reason for the beast to take her father if she was there, for the monster requested her specifically.
Off they went and the more closer they got to the castle, the more Fitzpatrick fretted. Although her worries didn't show, consumed young Bo was dread and anxiety.
At last the loomed before them the great castle, as majestic as it had been when Fitzpatrick had stumbled upon it. And what a stumble it had been, saved his life but claimed his daughter's.
Standing in the garden where Fitzpatrick had set out to fulfill Bo's wish, father daughter looked at each other, unwilling to bid farewells. Alas they hugged and Ysabeau took off running towards the doors, for she could not bear to prolong the pain of separation any longer. Fitzpatrick's cried of desperation pierced her heart, but never once did she turn her head, in fear she would succumb and let her father whisked her away.
The doors parted away for Bo and without any hesitation she entered. Only when the doors closed did her father's voice drowned out, only then did she take in her surrounding, and only then did she notice the great figure loomed before her.
"Welcome home, Ysabeau."