Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I can only dream.
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******************** Later that night .
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. A lonely figure stood silently on the balcony of the palace, gazing out into the endless night sky. A cold wind blew her blonde pigtails, gently they fluttered around her face like butterflies.
"Darling? Are you out here?" A soothing voice came from somewhere behind the lace curtains.
"Yes Mother. I am."
Queen Serenity soon joined Serena on the balcony and together they stood staring out into the ebony night. Lovingly, Serenity placed her arms around her daughters' waist. She held her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The young princess said, staring at the blue and green planet that was hovering in front of them.
The Queen kissed her cheek tenderly. "You know, ever since you were a little girl, you use to want live there. Every night, when you were supposed to be in bed, I would catch you out here, staring at the Earth." The princess nodded her head and smiled cheekily. A gentle wind blew both their tresses, a ballet of silver and gold danced behind the two beauties. "Don't go." She whispered in to her daughters' ear and hugged her tighter. "Please don't leave me."
She backed away from her mother and looked deeply into her silvery eyes. "You know that I have to. Please don't make this harder then it already is." Both of their eyes had started to redden from tears. The queen was silent. "We both know that this is for the best, I should have gone years ago."
"Please." Queen Serenity begged softly, her breaking voice was barely audible. "Sweetheart."
But Serena cut her off with a swift shake of her head. She led the queen to the edge of the balcony and pointed to the city in front of them. "Look down there. What do you see?"
The queen gazed over the edge, down at her kingdom. The once marbled buildings had now turned to stone, crumbling away under the stress of war. Around the kingdom there were orange flames flickering. The soldiers from earth, who came and burned anything that was flammable, lighted the larger fires. The smaller ones, however, were fires lit by the Moon citizens. Homeless and starving, they made the fires to keep warm.
The queen closed her eyes for a moment, a silvery tear spilling forth.
"Without this war, the moon can have a chance to recover. We can rebuild our great kingdom." Serena smiled hopefully. The queen reluctantly nodded her head. As much as she didn't want to loose her only daughter, it was the right decision. "The sun will be setting on the earth in less then an hour. I must go to him."
Serenity fell silent for a moment, but then she reached into a secret pocket behind her dress and pulled out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. "This is for you." She said, handing the gift to her daughter. "If anything happens, or if you want to escape from him, this will help you."
With a loving smile, she accepted the gift and pulled back the silky material. Her smile vanished with the mystery of what was inside. "What are you thinking?" She demanded, her gentle disposition disappearing at once.
In her hands was a dagger, about thirty centimetres long. The steel blade glowed red from the eerie night sky, making the dagger look as though it had been stained with blood. The handle was made out of Moonstone, a precious crystal that found only in rare craters on the dark side of the moon. On the handle, there were half moons made out of pure gold. The dagger itself was as light as a feather to touch, but it weighed heavily on the young princesses heart. "How dare you give this to me. What do you expect me to do!" She yelled at her silent mother. "If you are expecting me to shed more blood." She paused, the anger inside of her was building up, so like any young lady, she stopped and counted to three. "Enough blood had been stained on my hands," she continues. "I will have no more." Still angry, she handed the weapon back to the queen.
"Please take it. You may need it. If he tries," She stopped momentarily to swallow the lump in her throat. "If he tries to hurt you, or compromise you in anyway. Just remember, you owe that tyrant NOTHING!" The queen was surprised as the anger in her own voice. Like her daughter, she too took a moment to calm down. Serenity closed her eyes, but then she felt a gentle squeeze on her hand.
"Don't worry. I am a big girl." Serena smiled sweetly. "Promise me that you will rebuild our kingdom. No matter what happens." She wiped her mother's cheeks dry. "Okay?" She asked and then took back the dagger. "If anything happens, I will use it."
Serenity gave a grateful smile.
"I must go now," She said, staring at the slowly darkening earth. "If I don't, it will be too late." She embraced her mother one last time.
"You are always in my heart, my darling."
"And you are in mine."
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************ His Castle, on Earth .************ .
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The dusk sky was painted with blood as a crimson sun faded away behind the distant mountains. Their shadowy peaks marched along the horizon like a dark army, soon to be blended into the black night sky. Nights were always dark here. Ever since the moon lost its sparkling lustre, the nights had grown black and cold, regardless what season it was. The chilling embrace of the night air destroyed everything it touched, the plants decayed, flowers perish and pure souls were easily fouled.
Alone in his castle keep, he looked out upon the dying sun, letting the last of the warmth comfort what was left of his soul.
His heart stopped beating. "She is not coming." He whispered sadly to himself, a diamond tear spilled forth from his ocean blue eyes. He wiped the tear away and looked at the shiny bead that was glistening on his hand. It was an unusual sight, for him to shed any kind of emotion. He stared at the watery drop like a child, enchanted that he could create something so beautiful, something so sad.
Slowly brining it up to his mouth, he tasted the salty water. Its briny taste felt refreshing and strangely comforting, forcing him to experience a long forgotten memory.
Years of battle had left his heart callous. It had become harder then stone, colder then ice and unfriendlier then the darkness of shadows. However, his heart was already broken before the war, the war was just a means to an end. To him it didn't matter if he won or lost. Although a part of him did want to win the war, another part of him just wanted his suffering to end.
He had grown up alone, tormenting silently. His parents had died when he was mealy a child and so every day a part of him would too die, little by little.
But during the night, he changed, changed into something evil. Something that would corrupt any pure soul it could find. Knowing this, the servants had left him while they had the chance, uttering prayers and spiteful words like he was the spawn of Satan himself.
And that was his life. A life filled with empty rooms and lost hopes, a life without laughter or fun. Instead he grew up with the sound of the wind howling through the eves and the sight of cobwebs gathering in the dusty corners.
The last of the glowing sun disappeared into the horizon. He shed another tear. Slowly, he watched it roll of his pale cheek and fall to its death below him. 'She isn't coming.'
Suddenly, a huge knock echoed throughout the house. His heart jumped, springing back into life. He dare not move. Too frozen to open the door, too afraid to face her. He stood amongst the gargoyles, hoping to fade away into the shadowy night like the sun. With a loud creak, he heard the doors open. He stopped breathing. He wanted to be silent, not wanting to be discovered. He wanted her to leave.
All these long years, he had waited for *her* to finally say that she would be with him. Now that his wait was over, he was scared. As soon as she saw him, she would hate him, he knew this. She would hate him even more then she already did, and he would loose her forever. Another sparkling tear splashed on the ground. He knew that she would break him, and when she did, the last of him would surely die.
He closed his sapphire eyes for a moment, a final diamond tear spilled forth.
He knew the truth about himself. All the names that she called him earlier at the palace were true. He was an ogre, a tyrant, and a bully. He had watched the war that had raged on for years, he had caused the war. Caused the suffering and death.
The sun had finally departed.
The change came again.
A spark of anger burned within him as he thought of the battles, his classic evil smile retuning to his lips. 'They deserved it!' He thought to himself. 'They all deserve to die!' He felt no remorse for the war he had started. He was not sorry for the deaths, if anything, he was proud. Proud to show them all that he was not weak, happy to stop their taunting.
By night, he could hear their mocking laughter on the wind. No matter what he did, he could still hear it. He use to scream out into the night for silence, but no silence ever came. It had all but driven him mad, until one day. On the most unlikely of days, he saw her. Saw the princess of the moon, and something within him stirred. Ever since that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
He gathered armies, men that served him only under fear that their families would suffer if they refused. With his vast armies he corrupted the moon, destroying everything that he touched. For him it was easy: by nightfall he would come and wreak havoc on the white kingdom. By dawn he would return to Earth, leaving his armies behind to finish off any survivors.
He heard the door close. Had she gone? Had she left him here, decided that death would be better then spending even one second with him. He wiped his salty cheeks dry, he would never let her see him cry. Crying was a weakness he would never show. 'She will not hurt me.' He thought to himself, his heart frosting over again. All the emotions that had just filled his body had vanished with the sun. 'I won't let her, I won't let her inside my heart. Then she will be mine for an eternity. Even if I have to torture her until she screams to stop. She will be mine.'
The last emotion left his body. His heart was stone once again. The princess would be reduced to a life of slavery. A life of misery and loneliness, just like his.
A.N.
First of all, thankyou all SO MUCH for those who have reviewed, (Even the people who seam to have a thing against the beast) I do really appreciate it. REALLY, REALLY, THANKYOU!
So what did you think? I was trying to give you all an insight on his life, about what he thinks and feels? Did it work? Is there any sympathy there at all?
After this chapter, the story will start. I hope that you all will stick with it. It is a romance, so don't be too worried about there being none. Although, I am thinking of changing the rating on this story. I am worried that I had written 'the beast' too dark for PG-13. Is it? It won't be any darker then this, in fact, it will lighten up a whole lot. (After all, romance has to ensue)
I would love to know what you think, and if you have gotten confused about anything.
Thankyou.
Peace to all
xxx Destiny xxx
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******************** Later that night .
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.
. A lonely figure stood silently on the balcony of the palace, gazing out into the endless night sky. A cold wind blew her blonde pigtails, gently they fluttered around her face like butterflies.
"Darling? Are you out here?" A soothing voice came from somewhere behind the lace curtains.
"Yes Mother. I am."
Queen Serenity soon joined Serena on the balcony and together they stood staring out into the ebony night. Lovingly, Serenity placed her arms around her daughters' waist. She held her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The young princess said, staring at the blue and green planet that was hovering in front of them.
The Queen kissed her cheek tenderly. "You know, ever since you were a little girl, you use to want live there. Every night, when you were supposed to be in bed, I would catch you out here, staring at the Earth." The princess nodded her head and smiled cheekily. A gentle wind blew both their tresses, a ballet of silver and gold danced behind the two beauties. "Don't go." She whispered in to her daughters' ear and hugged her tighter. "Please don't leave me."
She backed away from her mother and looked deeply into her silvery eyes. "You know that I have to. Please don't make this harder then it already is." Both of their eyes had started to redden from tears. The queen was silent. "We both know that this is for the best, I should have gone years ago."
"Please." Queen Serenity begged softly, her breaking voice was barely audible. "Sweetheart."
But Serena cut her off with a swift shake of her head. She led the queen to the edge of the balcony and pointed to the city in front of them. "Look down there. What do you see?"
The queen gazed over the edge, down at her kingdom. The once marbled buildings had now turned to stone, crumbling away under the stress of war. Around the kingdom there were orange flames flickering. The soldiers from earth, who came and burned anything that was flammable, lighted the larger fires. The smaller ones, however, were fires lit by the Moon citizens. Homeless and starving, they made the fires to keep warm.
The queen closed her eyes for a moment, a silvery tear spilling forth.
"Without this war, the moon can have a chance to recover. We can rebuild our great kingdom." Serena smiled hopefully. The queen reluctantly nodded her head. As much as she didn't want to loose her only daughter, it was the right decision. "The sun will be setting on the earth in less then an hour. I must go to him."
Serenity fell silent for a moment, but then she reached into a secret pocket behind her dress and pulled out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. "This is for you." She said, handing the gift to her daughter. "If anything happens, or if you want to escape from him, this will help you."
With a loving smile, she accepted the gift and pulled back the silky material. Her smile vanished with the mystery of what was inside. "What are you thinking?" She demanded, her gentle disposition disappearing at once.
In her hands was a dagger, about thirty centimetres long. The steel blade glowed red from the eerie night sky, making the dagger look as though it had been stained with blood. The handle was made out of Moonstone, a precious crystal that found only in rare craters on the dark side of the moon. On the handle, there were half moons made out of pure gold. The dagger itself was as light as a feather to touch, but it weighed heavily on the young princesses heart. "How dare you give this to me. What do you expect me to do!" She yelled at her silent mother. "If you are expecting me to shed more blood." She paused, the anger inside of her was building up, so like any young lady, she stopped and counted to three. "Enough blood had been stained on my hands," she continues. "I will have no more." Still angry, she handed the weapon back to the queen.
"Please take it. You may need it. If he tries," She stopped momentarily to swallow the lump in her throat. "If he tries to hurt you, or compromise you in anyway. Just remember, you owe that tyrant NOTHING!" The queen was surprised as the anger in her own voice. Like her daughter, she too took a moment to calm down. Serenity closed her eyes, but then she felt a gentle squeeze on her hand.
"Don't worry. I am a big girl." Serena smiled sweetly. "Promise me that you will rebuild our kingdom. No matter what happens." She wiped her mother's cheeks dry. "Okay?" She asked and then took back the dagger. "If anything happens, I will use it."
Serenity gave a grateful smile.
"I must go now," She said, staring at the slowly darkening earth. "If I don't, it will be too late." She embraced her mother one last time.
"You are always in my heart, my darling."
"And you are in mine."
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************ His Castle, on Earth .************ .
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.
The dusk sky was painted with blood as a crimson sun faded away behind the distant mountains. Their shadowy peaks marched along the horizon like a dark army, soon to be blended into the black night sky. Nights were always dark here. Ever since the moon lost its sparkling lustre, the nights had grown black and cold, regardless what season it was. The chilling embrace of the night air destroyed everything it touched, the plants decayed, flowers perish and pure souls were easily fouled.
Alone in his castle keep, he looked out upon the dying sun, letting the last of the warmth comfort what was left of his soul.
His heart stopped beating. "She is not coming." He whispered sadly to himself, a diamond tear spilled forth from his ocean blue eyes. He wiped the tear away and looked at the shiny bead that was glistening on his hand. It was an unusual sight, for him to shed any kind of emotion. He stared at the watery drop like a child, enchanted that he could create something so beautiful, something so sad.
Slowly brining it up to his mouth, he tasted the salty water. Its briny taste felt refreshing and strangely comforting, forcing him to experience a long forgotten memory.
Years of battle had left his heart callous. It had become harder then stone, colder then ice and unfriendlier then the darkness of shadows. However, his heart was already broken before the war, the war was just a means to an end. To him it didn't matter if he won or lost. Although a part of him did want to win the war, another part of him just wanted his suffering to end.
He had grown up alone, tormenting silently. His parents had died when he was mealy a child and so every day a part of him would too die, little by little.
But during the night, he changed, changed into something evil. Something that would corrupt any pure soul it could find. Knowing this, the servants had left him while they had the chance, uttering prayers and spiteful words like he was the spawn of Satan himself.
And that was his life. A life filled with empty rooms and lost hopes, a life without laughter or fun. Instead he grew up with the sound of the wind howling through the eves and the sight of cobwebs gathering in the dusty corners.
The last of the glowing sun disappeared into the horizon. He shed another tear. Slowly, he watched it roll of his pale cheek and fall to its death below him. 'She isn't coming.'
Suddenly, a huge knock echoed throughout the house. His heart jumped, springing back into life. He dare not move. Too frozen to open the door, too afraid to face her. He stood amongst the gargoyles, hoping to fade away into the shadowy night like the sun. With a loud creak, he heard the doors open. He stopped breathing. He wanted to be silent, not wanting to be discovered. He wanted her to leave.
All these long years, he had waited for *her* to finally say that she would be with him. Now that his wait was over, he was scared. As soon as she saw him, she would hate him, he knew this. She would hate him even more then she already did, and he would loose her forever. Another sparkling tear splashed on the ground. He knew that she would break him, and when she did, the last of him would surely die.
He closed his sapphire eyes for a moment, a final diamond tear spilled forth.
He knew the truth about himself. All the names that she called him earlier at the palace were true. He was an ogre, a tyrant, and a bully. He had watched the war that had raged on for years, he had caused the war. Caused the suffering and death.
The sun had finally departed.
The change came again.
A spark of anger burned within him as he thought of the battles, his classic evil smile retuning to his lips. 'They deserved it!' He thought to himself. 'They all deserve to die!' He felt no remorse for the war he had started. He was not sorry for the deaths, if anything, he was proud. Proud to show them all that he was not weak, happy to stop their taunting.
By night, he could hear their mocking laughter on the wind. No matter what he did, he could still hear it. He use to scream out into the night for silence, but no silence ever came. It had all but driven him mad, until one day. On the most unlikely of days, he saw her. Saw the princess of the moon, and something within him stirred. Ever since that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
He gathered armies, men that served him only under fear that their families would suffer if they refused. With his vast armies he corrupted the moon, destroying everything that he touched. For him it was easy: by nightfall he would come and wreak havoc on the white kingdom. By dawn he would return to Earth, leaving his armies behind to finish off any survivors.
He heard the door close. Had she gone? Had she left him here, decided that death would be better then spending even one second with him. He wiped his salty cheeks dry, he would never let her see him cry. Crying was a weakness he would never show. 'She will not hurt me.' He thought to himself, his heart frosting over again. All the emotions that had just filled his body had vanished with the sun. 'I won't let her, I won't let her inside my heart. Then she will be mine for an eternity. Even if I have to torture her until she screams to stop. She will be mine.'
The last emotion left his body. His heart was stone once again. The princess would be reduced to a life of slavery. A life of misery and loneliness, just like his.
A.N.
First of all, thankyou all SO MUCH for those who have reviewed, (Even the people who seam to have a thing against the beast) I do really appreciate it. REALLY, REALLY, THANKYOU!
So what did you think? I was trying to give you all an insight on his life, about what he thinks and feels? Did it work? Is there any sympathy there at all?
After this chapter, the story will start. I hope that you all will stick with it. It is a romance, so don't be too worried about there being none. Although, I am thinking of changing the rating on this story. I am worried that I had written 'the beast' too dark for PG-13. Is it? It won't be any darker then this, in fact, it will lighten up a whole lot. (After all, romance has to ensue)
I would love to know what you think, and if you have gotten confused about anything.
Thankyou.
Peace to all
xxx Destiny xxx