Prologue
Many years ago in a land far from here there was a most noble family. Like all the noble family's of the land they lived in a massive mansion with lovely gardens and many servants on hand. To their peers they seemed to be perfect, they were handsome, kind and courteous. But appearances can be very deceiving for they hated anything that wasn't in order or beautiful after guests would leave they'd spend hours criticizing everything about them.
In the same land there lived an abundance of magical folk. They loved to 'teach' people lessons. Among them was a powerful sorceress who was only too delighted to teach this family a lesson on true beauty and humbleness. The sorceress turned herself into a poor beggar woman and headed off to confront the family.
Upon arriving at their mansion their old butler opened the door for her and immediately recognizing power when he saw it allowed her in exchanging a small wink with the sorceress. She headed off down the corridors looking for any member of the family only to come across their only son. As soon as he spotted her his eyes shown with scorn and he tried to order her out of his house, but she only smiled. His parents hearing the commotion came quickly to their sons side and they too began ordering her to leave. The sorceress began to laugh and snapped her fingers. There was a bright light and smoke everywhere. When the smoke cleared the son was no longer handsome but an ugly beast. His parents began to scream. They couldn't believe what had happened to their precious boy. But this wasn't the only punishment the sorceress had up her sleeve. Once again she snapped her fingers and the parents screams were silenced, they had been turned mute.
"You all shall be cursed till the day you understand your wrongs and change. Till then your true nature will shine through your son. He shall only be cured when the owner of a rose can learn to love him." The sorceress proclaimed "and I shall be watching. Till then my dear boy I'm sending you away." And with a snap of her fingers a storm of smoke came and carried the son away to a magical palace where his parents could never find him. A palace protected from the elements and with a group of servants from his parents house.
His parents mourned and grieved but spoke no words. The boy grew up alone in his palace hating his appearance. The sorceress watched all this waiting for the time to let the rest of the magic take place.
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