I will tell you a fairy tale…
Once upon a time,
For all fairy tales start in such a day
A young peasant boy was out to prove himself to people who shouldn't and didn't truly care
They mocked him to bother him,
So the peasant boy went to prove himself to these noblemen,
And to save his pride...
A young noble woman was being forced to marry a nobleman
Though, predictably, that was the last thing she wanted
In her search for freedom she left her home,
And lost everything she held dear...
And then the true Fairy Tale begins
The tale of:
Of Pride and Beauty: The Story of Beauty & Beast
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It was a cold and ugly night. The air was full of light drizzle that soaked you in the worst of ways, and then the wind blew and froze you horribly cold. The sky was full of clouds and you could not see the full moon that had been out or the bright, shiny stars. The ground was full of mud puddles and wet grass, a dangerous time to be out for those that were not cautious.
None of these things, however, stopped young Marc from being out. His youthful courageousness, or was it stupidity? call it what you will, carried him through the dark and supposed enchanted forest. He quickened his pace after each noise he heard. Running on foot, cursing himself for not riding on his horse, he ran.
Can you run fast enough? Can you get away from me?
Marc ran faster than he thought was possible for his feet to move. Someone, Something! was chasing him and he knew that it wished him harm.
Why am I out here? How could I be so stupid? Those questions and more along the same lines ran through his head as fast as he ran through these enchanted woods.
Your slowing down...
Shut up! Shut up! Marc growled in the back of his mind. Though he knew it was true; his pace was slowing, he was getting tired. His legs finally gave way and he fell too his knees. So he crawled. His hands, they had been roughed up by his petty "low class" chores that he had, began to burn as the flesh was pulled from them from rough rocks and shark sticks. He cursed himself again. Those "high class" people were the reason he was out here.
No, your pride is the reason you are out here.
"Shut up!" he screamed out loud this time before collapsing to the cold, wet ground. He could hear the footsteps now, whatever was chasing him was huge! It was on him now, breathing down the back of his neck.
Out of pure exhaustion, or perhaps it was out of fear, whatever it was, Marc soon found his sanctuary in a deep, black pit of unconsciousness.
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"You can't be serous, Beauty!" Daniela complained again. Of course, Beauty (as people call her, though her true name was Teresa), ignored her sister and climbed onto the beautiful stallion. "I'll tell Father!"
Teresa, is the name so difficult to say that everyone must call me "Beauty"! Beauty inwardly wined. She hated the fact that she was born a noble, unfree to do as she pleased. She hated the fact that she was being forced to marry a man who only loved her because of her money. She hated the fact that she was simply born a woman and not a man, for men in these days were able to do nearly anything they pleased. She hated the fact that she fell in love with a man who was a "peasant". She hated the fact that she was beautiful, for if she was ugly no noble would wish to marry her. Mostly, she hated the fact that there was nothing she could do about it.
Beauty ignored her sister and rode off into the woods.
Beauty was 19, older than her sisters in both age and maturity, with long chocolate colored hair and large green-blue eyes. She was had a slim waist and a womanly body, though she was short she was still beautiful. Her sister, Daniela, who was only a year younger than she, had red curly hair and big green eyes. Pretty, but without such a womanly figure as Beauty had. Her other sister, Mari, who Beauty loved and cherished, was only five years old, with the same chocolate hair as Beauty had and big brown eyes. Everyone said, though her age made it hard to tell, that she would grow to look just like Beauty does now.
She rode off towards the forest where she and Angel usually met. She loved him, she knew. She had loved him from the moment she had first met him. Sure she had been attracted to his looks, his long blond hair braided down his back, his well built and muscular body and his bright, blue, shining eyes, that smile... she loved his smile most about all his looks. But it wasn't his looks that she saw that made her love him, it was the way he treated Mari.
Mari had been sick, a terrible flu really, and Angel's father was one of the "low class" doctors. He didn't get paid much for his work, in fact, if the person he was treating didn't have the money to pay him he didn't mind at all. It was rare that the "high class" people would need his help. However, this particular time he was the only man who had the remedy. Angel's little sister was ill at the same time. When word got around this doctor was the only one with the means to help, Charles, Beauty's father, had quickly gotten him to come and help his daughter. Angel was with him as a helper or a "nurse" as Angel called it. He held on to Mari's hand and even gave her something sweet to drink after the nasty bitter taste of the medicine. He treated her like he would his own sister, or better, his own daughter. Beauty found him so much more attractive and it was then that she noticed his looks. She fell in love with him then.
But then that bugger, Rick, a noble man of course, asked Beauty's father for Beauty's hand in marriage. To Beauty's horror, her father agreed.
"Teresita!" Beauty looked ahead and shook the thoughts from her mind. Angel was walking towards her, a grim look set upon his normally cheerful face.
"What is it?" Beauty asked, concerned about the man she loved.
Angel looked at her, and then he looked away, towards the ground. Beauty felt a lump build in her throat. Whatever it is he was going to say was going to hurt both of them.
"My father wishes for me to wed." Angel said, still not able to meet Beauty's green-blue eyes.
"Angel, you're a man! You get to choose if you marry or not!" Beauty said as she slid from her saddle.
"Teresa," Angel said trying to calm her, the look on her face said well enough that she was angry. "You don't understand."
"Don't understand?" Tears already formed in her eyes though she did all she could to hold them back. She had never actually confessed to Angel that she loved him, nor did he confess it to her, though she knew it to be true. "Angel he can't force you to marry!"
"I want to get married, Beauty."
A knife stabbed the young girl's heart, she could feel her inside lurch and her head began to swim.
"Beauty, I don't understand you sometimes." Angel said putting his hand near his face and rubbing his eyes.
Beauty couldn't speak, only watch him, and hold back the sick feeling and the tears.
"When will you marry Rick?"
"Never," Beauty said hatefully.
"Never? And what will you do then, Love?"
Love, if only you meant it!
Angel couldn't believe what happened next. He understood it then, when he saw the bag in her hand, the way the horse was packed. Beauty was running away.
"You're... I mean, you... You can't!"
"I don't want that life..."
"Then what do you want?"
"You," Oh how she wished she could say it, wished she could find the courage!
"Do you want to live like a peasant, Teresa!" Angel said, suddenly sounding angry.
"If it meant I could love who I chose?" Beauty said looking down at her feet. "Of course."
Angel shook his head and sighed. He turned towards her and wished to say something but the words didn't come out.
"Well, I guess I had better get going before it gets too dark... I came to say good-bye," She was unable to look at him. She had actually come to see if he would go with her, but now that he proclaimed he was getting married, what was the point?
Angel kissed her on the cheek and she mounted the horse. She felt the tears already start to fall.
"Lousy bum!" came a shout from behind and Beauty looked to see a large group of rather angry looking men.
Angel growled a very rude and cursing response and Beauty couldn't believe that the words he had used, the language, had come from his lips.
After that everything broke out so terribly quickly Beauty hardly knew what was happening. She was pulled from her horse by a man with a mustache too small for his head, he yelled remarks that Beauty didn't completely understand, and was tossed painfully to the ground.
"Leave her alone!" Angel shouted, there was blood on his fists and, Beauty observed, two men on the ground holding their bleeding faces. The man grabbed Beauty by the arm and twisted it behind her as he climbed on top of her. She pushed at him, screaming for him to leave her be, she struggled and with her free hand she scratched his face, leaving four streaks of blood down one cheek.
"Get off of her!" Angel said as he untangled himself from the fight of the several bullies and towards the man who was trying to harm Beauty.
Angel lifted the man from her and threw him to the ground, then continued to throttle him. Beauty, propping herself on her elbows watched in horror as the knife came up, then she screamed when it came down and took Angel's side. Beauty continued to scream as the man who had drove the dagger into the man she loved crawled back on top of her. His friends, afraid that if they stayed would be held accountable for murder, ran away.
Angel murmured curses towards the man with the small mustache and Beauty just screamed whilst this man did as he pleased with her.
When it was finally over the man simply stood, kicked Angel once more in the side, a mumble came from his lips though it was too quiet for Beauty to hear, and then walked away.
Beauty, fixing her clothes as quickly as she could, tears streaming her face quickly moved to Angel's side. He looked up at her, touched her cheek with his hand, and his eyes fluttered shut and he gasped in pain.
Beauty held him and cried, not knowing if she should stay with him or run to find help. She didn't even know if she could run as the pain filled her own body. She knew she couldn't let Angel die so she stood and started to leave, but Angel called her back.
"Stay..." he murmured and she laid beside him and cried and spoke comforting words to him, though he hushed her with his hand. "I love you, Teresita."
And he died...
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Teresita (pronounced Teh-reh-see-ta) is a Spanish pet name for Teresa. I liked it so I had Angel call her that. If you think this rating should be higher (though if you look at movies now-a-days I would have to disagree with you) let me know so I don't get in trouble!
Okay... Now the next chappie might not be out in quite awhile because this is kind of like a "Test chapter" sounds silly I know... Anyways let me know if I should continue or dump it (I know its kinda rushed but all my beginnings are rather rushed, let me know if it has "potential")... If you like it I will start up a really good story line (or as good as I can do) and also let me know if you want happy ending, sad ending, or one those "sad but in a happy way" kinda endings.
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