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I swear this story is not in French! Only some conversations will be in French! Translations at bottom of page.

For TheAnnoyingVoice because she is awsome. :)


The silver goblet seemed to shimmer a sunrise sort of color as the red wine inside slipped between the prince's lips. He sat behind an enormous table and the cracking of fire from the fireplace and the clang as he put down his goblet where the only sounds in his private chamber. A new sound, the opening of the large doors to his room, followed by the soft footsteps of his royal page, made the prince frown. The page dropped on one knee, advanced, dropped a second knee and then a third as it was required to present one's self to the Prince.

"Prince Sora." he spoke softly, eyes lowered in respect. Prince Sora's frown deepened and his eyes seemed to turn a darker shade of blue at the title. Immediately the page recognized his mistake and kneeled lower. "Votre majeste'." he corrected himself for although Sora was a prince, this was his castle and so that made him king of the castle as well. The page still knelt and prince Sora looked him over without interest then sighed.

"Quelles nouvelles avez-vous pour moi?" he spoke in his native French language and each word was deep and thick with omnipotence.

"Une vieille femme demanda de rester la nuit pour mettre a' l'abri du froid glacial." he said voice cracking and not looking up to meet the prince's scowl.

"Peut-e'tre qu'elle est aveugle si elle fautes mon cha'teau pour certains charite'." The king said standing up from his seat and taking the goblet with him to look out his window down towards the bridge that led in and out of the castle. "Away with her. Throw her in the tower if you must. She may take shelter there till she dies." he said in his English voice and swirled the wine around in the goblet before taking another drink.

"I gladly would but the guards that tried to push her away are now terrified to go near her. The men think she's a witch."

"Oh they do, do they?"

"Yes your majesty." The goblet flew past the page's head and clattered to the floor. Red wine splashed everywhere and the page scarcely blinked even as the king walked past him ordering nearby guards to take him up to the tower and behead him.

Outside, snow covered the castle grounds and made strange shapes in the howling wind as prince Sora walked through the snow leading a few of his guards. Their steps made crunching noises in the snow and the wind was starting to pick up signaling a blizzard was coming.

"Why was she allowed to cross the bridge? Who was on bridge duty?"

"It was…um, well…" one of them stuttered and Sora looked behind his shoulder at him and the guard pointed at another guard. "It was him!"

"No your majesty! It was not I! It was him!"

"He lies your majesty! It was him indeed!" they continued to argue and right after the first guard said his last word, the prince had already unsheathed his sword and made a quick cut across the man's throat. The others moved away from the gasping man and did nothing to help as he started to go down; blood pooling on the snow. The prince just wiped his blade on his long blue cape and continued to head towards the bridge. Two guards opened the heavy wooden doors for him that led to the bridge and he made a scornful look at the beggar.

He didn't know why his guards feared this woman so. She was almost at death's door and yet they cowered at her presence!

"S'il vous plait. Je vous ne supplie, laissez-cette vielille femme une nuit dans votre cha'teau." She said in a raspy voice and was hunched over supporting her weight on an old cane. She slipped a long boney hand into her black raged robe and pulled out a beautiful red rose. "Je n'ai rien a vous donner, mais cette rose." Her dark blue eyes stared into the prince's eyes and she held out the rose but he sneered and slapped her hand away so the rose fell to the snow.

"Conge's! Je ne fais pas des actes de charite'!" The beggar looked down at the rose starting to disappear under the snow and asked again coughing and the prince backed away in disgust. "I have no room for your kind so be gone!" He turned his back on her slipping between the doors again when she grasped a hand to his blood stained cape.

"Do not be deceived by appearances. For true beauty lies within." she whispered and he pulled her hand off and turned around to push her away but his guards beat him to it and dragged her off harshly. As the prince started to head back inside he heard some of his men gasp and saw a flash of green light behind him so that when he looked back, he saw his men scurrying off and where the beggar had once been there was now a beautiful women with long fair hair wearing an elegant lime colored dress floating in midair.

"An enchantress!" the foolish prince gasped and dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness.

"It is too late. I have seen there is no love in your heart." She said shaking her head gently and a wand appeared in her hand.

"Please! I'll give you whatever you want! I made a mistake!"

"A mistake you'll repent with punishment." A beam of light shone out of the wand and hit the prince so that he hugged himself and screamed as his clothes ripped when he grew in size. His tan skin got extremely furry, the color of chestnut, and his back arched up while his hands and feet became heavy paws with sharp claws. The gold crown upon his head fell as black curled horns grew out of the sides of his head and his scream changed into a roar as the transformation continued. "Now you are a beast." She said as he awkwardly stood and roared at her angry.

"Change me back!" His voice was more of a growl then words and he bared his new fangs at her.

"Until you learn to love another and be loved in return." She looked at the guards far away and shook her wand at them so they changed into suits of armor. "The people that live in the castle will share the same fate." Finally she waved her wand one last time at the castle and the castle got darker, the cherub statues throughout the court yard of the castle turned to gargoyles, and plants withered or turned into thorns. "That rose that you refused" she pointed with her wand were it lay half hidden by snow, "is enchanted. It shall bloom until your twenty first year. Before the last petal falls you must learn to love." She started to disappear so that the snow fell through her and said last, "If not you'll remain a beast for all time."

"Wait!" the prince pleaded and ran forward to stop her but she was already gone. He looked around and called out to her but she did not return. He held a paw out over his eyes as the snow swirled around him then frantically searched for the rose but careful at the same time so he wouldn't damage it by accident. It glowed slightly red when he found it and picked it up and brushed off the snow. Holding it carefully between his two paws, he ran inside his castle and ignored the snowflakes that got caught in his lashes. Inside cooks were changed into pots, pans, forks, plates, cups, spoons, and knifes. Servants were changed into brooms, mops, coat hangers, and buckets. He passed them all and ran up to the west wing to his own bed chamber and flung away any furniture in his way. He used a glass top from his tray of sweets to cover the rose and set it on a table once the table had been cleared.

Now he took the time to really look at himself and ripped off what was left of his clothes and tied a new red cape around his neck and struggled to put on a pair of trousers. Once he didn't look so much like an animal he gazed at himself in his enchanted mirror and touched his large snout and horns. They looked horrible and made him seem even more terrifying then he already was so he roared and slashed at the walls peeling the paper off and threw chairs, and vases across the room till it was havoc.

"S'il vous plait! Control your temper!"

His eyes narrowed down at a little clock and it backed away.

"I will calm down when I wish to! Leave my room Saix!" Saix was his Head Steward and right now he ticked nervously as his master attacked a painted portrait of himself. A black candle holder with red candles came in the room that was the castel's maitre d', Axel, and the prince ignored him as well.

"This is what we'll do Majeste' chers, find you a wife." Saix said and Axel stood by his side nodding.

"Has your Majeste' a candidate in mind?" Axel asked then ran with Saix when the prince snarled at them and tried to claw them.

"How stupid can you two get? Look at me! I'm a beast! I can't get a girl looking like this!" He turned his back to them and stayed quiet so that Saix and Axel saw it as a sign to leave. If they had strained their ears, they would have heard the beast say barely above a whisper, "For who could ever love a beast?"

The blizzard came and stayed so that the castle was hidden and forgotten over time with all it's residents and it's prince.


Votre majeste'/Your majesty

Quelles nouvelles avez-vous pour moi/What news do you have for me?

Peut-e'tre qu'elle est aveugle si elle fautes mon cha'teau pour certains charite'/Perhaps she is blind if she mistakes my castle for some charity

Une vieille mendiant demanda de rester la nuit pour mettre a' l'abri du froid glacial/ An old beggar woman asks to stay the night to take shelter from the bitter cold

S'il vous plait. Je vous ne supplie, laissez-cette vielille femme une nuit dans votre cha'teau/Please. I beg you, allow this old woman a night in your castle

Je n'ai rien a vous donner, mais cette rose/I have naught to give but this rose

Majeste' chers/ Dear majesty

Conge's. Je ne fais pas des actes de charite'/Leave. I do not do acts of charity