Prologue

A long time ago, in the dark ages of Megakat city. A young prince by the name of Chance Furlong lived in a glamorous castle. Servants waited on him hand and foot, night and day, completely at his beck and call. Because of this, he grew to be selfish and unkind.

After his parents death Chance locked himself away from the outside world, choosing to live in his own little universe. With no supervision, the eighteen year old could get away with what ever he wanted. No one told him what was right, or wrong. He cared for no one but himself. He would spend his days working out, or training with a number of weapons they kept within the armory.

At night, he would throw lavish parties, inviting the most beautiful females and handsome males he knew. He drank and danced the night away. Music played in the large ball room and tables were filled with food and whine, only the best for his guests. But one evening would change his life forever.

It was a dark stormy night, rain poured outside the brightly lit room. A set large glass door led out to a stone porch that overlooked the courtyard. Inside, all were having a grand time, sweeping to the violin and drums. A tom sat at a piano, while his wife sang. All the while Chance sat and watched the crowd from his throne. He took a drink and stood, going to join in. He moved in and out, changing partners, male to female, always looking for the prettiest face he could find. His blue suit fluttered as he spun to the center of the circle of dancers, twisting in place to find his next partner.

A loud knock on the window jarred the guest, who turned their attention to the large doors. Outside, stood a surprised guest, his cloak damp and dripping from the rain. With a gale force wind, the doors swung open, letting the cold in. Leaves scattered across the floor, the candles flickered before going out. Most of the guests huddled together, watching as the figure slowly walked in, clinging to his cane for support.

Chance snatched a candle from the table and made his way to the hunched over male. He didn't know what to make of this strange and creepy visitor. He could hardly make out his face, for it was cast in shadow from the hood. As Chance studied the male, he spoke suddenly.

"Kind sir, please, I seek shelter from this storm. Will you grant me a place, in exchange for this lovely blue rose. They are rare to find and even harder to grow."

He held out the bright and beautiful flower, offering it to the king. Chance took it and gave him a small smirk before laughing. Chance threw the rose down and lifted his foot over it, crushing the peddle and stem with a single stomp.

"I may be a gay male, but you sure are not my type. Maybe after you get your ugly face fixed will I except it. Till then, be gone, I've more important things to attend to."

"You see with your eyes, but you judge those who you barely know. It's clear you are as heartless as the cold items you surround yourself with."

"How dare you insult me, I am a king. This is my palace and you will leave or I will have you thrown out!"

"I advise you to open your heart. Besides, first impressions aren't everything. It takes time to get to know the one behind the mask."

"I order you to leave!" yelled Chance, going over to grab him by the arm. "I will throw you out myself old kat."

Chance, being a strong burly fellow, lifted the visitor with ease and drug him across the floor. He ignored as the male struggled in his hold, suddenly felling warm along his palm. Chance quickly let go and turned, seeing the cape flutter. Like magic, the visitor's clothes and body converted into that of a mystical being. The light from his body was so bright, it was blinding. Chance held his arms up, trying to see him through his fingers that cast his face in shadow.

"My true name is the Pastmaster!" declared the being, pulling a pocket watch from his cloak. "Your rudeness and arrogance will be punished! You will pay for your cruel heart."

Realizing he was in the presence of such a powerful being, Chance trembled, a shiver going from his collar bone all the way to the tip of his tail. For once in his life, Chance felt afraid, for he knew he was no longer in control of the situation.

"Pastmater, I beg you show mercy! I will allow you to stay." Chance grovelled at the Pastmaster's feet, throwing himself to the floor. "Forgive me, spare my life."

"I see right through you and your lies. You have no love in your heart, no kindness."

"I will give you anything you ask, just don't harm me."

"No, it's time you grow up. I place a curse upon you and the castle!"

The watch's handles spun, light pouring from it, hitting Chance. He cried out, as his fur began to fall from his left side. The skin changed to a green color, becoming scaly. The crowd fled while only the most loyal of servants stayed. They were transformed as well, turning into household items. The light spread through the castle, the once bright colors darkened, leaving it dismal and gloomy. Once the spell was cast, the Pastmater vanished from sight, offering words of advice.

"Only when someone can learn to love you as you are, and you with them, will the spell be broken."

The years went by, yet no one hunted for the kingdom. The Pastmaster conjured a spell that wiped the memories of the cursed beings form those who knew and loved them. The blue rose the Pastmaster gave Chance, was indeed enchanted. For when its last peddle fell the King would remain a mutant for all time. As time went on the depressed King felt there was no hope, for who would ever love a mutant...

Author's note: Enjoy the rewrite!