My life's a living hell: I'm no longer human. 'Prince' Sagittarius was gone, I was just 'Sagittarius'. Over the years, all I've been seeing is anger and sadness. A few days after Kaelyn's curse was placed on me, that sorceress came back, finding out that she was an enchantress named Rosetta. She told me that she did whatever she could, but she couldn't remove it. I was stuck...as this werewolf. The only way I could be free is to break it and the only way to break it...was to have a girl fall in love with me. Who could love a black monstrous wolf who towers over people? She left me a white rose, saying that if I needed anything from her, just ask it. I kept it under a bell jar, nothing has touched it. No wind and no dust, not even frost from the cold autumn.
Two years after I was cursed, I had a vivid dream about my cousin, Prince Adam Porc-épic Colère. He became cursed to be a beast...and I didn't want to believe it, but Rosetta told me it was true. Her sister went to see him and found out of cold, selfish and unkind my cousin had become. As if my little cousin getting cursed on purpose was horrible enough, my father, King Randolph Rainer...hanged himself a year later. I told him what happened to me and Adam was back at his castle home, but when he killed himself, he left a note. My mother, Henrietta Rainer, read the note saying that I was cursed and that my little cousin ran away from me. After my father's suicide, she came to see me. Boy, it was difficult to face her when...her only child was no longer the human prince he used to be. She didn't recognize me until she saw my indigo eyes I inherited from father. It was breaking my heart, seeing her cry for me. She told me that she had a plan on what to do: tell the courts that I was traveling for learning and that I sent my little cousin back to his castle home so I wouldn't be dragging him along.
Twelve long years had passed since the curse was placed on me, I didn't see any hope for me. I was going to be stuck as an animal, under this curse that wasn't meant for me. Time was running out for me, Rosetta told me since she already chanted a time frame, she couldn't reverse it. There was only one thing that she managed to do for me: slow down time. She promised that if I managed to break the curse, everyone, including me, will only age two years, but not even that was enough to make me feel better. I stared angrily at the white rose as it snowed outside. One thing about the snow, it always came in the middle of autumn to the first days of spring.
"You think you're so pretty?" I asked it, "Let me tell you this, you wretched flower, your time is just as short as mine! You'll soon be losing your petals and start dying. Once your petals are gone, I won't have to worry about seeing your beauty while I'm this horrid WEREWOLF!" I heard the doors of my bedroom opening. I heard the rhythm in the footsteps, it was Brimley.
"Talking to the rose again, sire?" He asked, "It's not very good for someone such as you."
"Mind your own business, Brimley," I shouted, 'or do you want to end up like the animals in the corner?!" In the far corner of my room was a pile of dead animals. I'm now a hunter. Over the years, I destroyed my room; I tore the curtains, smashed the mirror and the furniture is no longer. Another thing that has happened...everyone has a monster inside them...even someone like me. The werewolf that I've become...has taken over my self-consciousness. The werewolf would do things and I wouldn't know about it until my servants tell me. They told me my eyes turn red, I would howl and growl at them, destroy things and hunt...like a wolf.
"No, thank you, sir." Brimley said in disgust, I just stared at the white rose. I still couldn't believe that this is happening. "I understand your anger, Terry." I felt my anger rise again, nobody calls me nicknames but my father. He's dead...and nicknames remind me of how he died.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" I shouted as I turned around, I knew I couldn't see him, but I knew he was there. "Quit it with the nicknames!"
"Forgive me, sire," he said, "but what should we call you since you made the point that you're no longer 'Prince Sagittarius'?"
"Just 'Sagittarius'." I answered, "I'm tired of people thinking they could call me whatever they want!"
"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Brimley said as he sighed sadly.
"Thank you, Brimley." I said, he made a surprised gasp.
"Sire, did you just-?"
"I still have some of my manners, but not all of them." I said as I turned around and heading towards the door.
"Where are you going, sire?"
"My kiln room, I need some time alone." I walked past Brimley and left my destroyed room. I can sense whose coming or going by the sound and rhythm of their footsteps and their scent. I didn't want to be bothered at the moment, so I went to my kiln room downstairs. It was the one place in my castle where everybody knows not to disturb me if I'm in there, and the only way anyone knows I'm there is if the door to the kiln room was closed.
I opened the door, went inside and slammed it. I started making new glass pieces with my blowpipe. After a couple months of being cursed, I started to learn how to make more complicated glass pieces. My love of glass was now the most important thing in my world. Over the years, I got so good at making glass, I started making colored pieces that were very difficult to make. I made vases, small animals, even plants. These spider legs gave me their uses in glass making. When I'm spinning the piece when it's cooling, the legs help form the shape I want. My spider legs help me making my most difficult piece, glass roses. Even though a real rose is in my room, holding onto my fate and dying until it loses its last petal, the glass roses that I make are more beautiful and takes my mind off the real one. I've made many glass roses, even in colors you would never see in real roses, and I keep them all in my kiln room, in a big container, so no one tries to take one.
"I'm glad to see that you put your mind on something else." I jumped to my feet, hackles rising. I hadn't heard that voice in a long time, but the memory of the pain it brought was still etched into my heart. There she was, Rosetta, the enchantress, standing in a corner of my kiln room. I didn't bother to do anything, she already took my human life, what else does she want? My hackles were still up, but I sat back down and continued to work on my glass work. "I must say your work is remarkable." She said as I blew through the pipe.
"What do you want?"
"I thought I would come to see your progress." She answered, I blew into the pipe again.
"Progress on what?" I asked, "My glass work...or this damn curse you placed on me?"
"Your highness," she said, "it was an accident! I didn't mean for this to happen! It wasn't meant for you!" I just ignored her, I didn't want to hear her excuses. "Don't tell me that you're giving up."
"If I do, what are you going to do about it?" I asked her in sadness.
"I wouldn't see you as the type to give up."
"You left me with a spell breaker that's almost impossible to do...in this body." I pushed as I used my spider legs to form the glass. "It's not like you're going to help me because because it's not your job to help me!"
"I'm trying to, you won't let me!" Rosetta pushed, "Not that I don't blame you. Your glass pieces are so beautiful!"
"Break any of them and I'll break you!" I threatened as I finished my new glass rose.
"I don't plan to, but you need to keep an eye on the real one. One petal has already fallen." Rosetta added before she disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke. I placed my glass rose in its container, ran out of the kiln room and quickly went to my room.
I looked at the white rose, Rosetta was right; one petal had fallen from the rose. Of all the things to happen right now, this wasn't it! I sighed as I curled up on my large bed of shredded blankets. There wasn't anything I could do that would prevent the falling of petals. I stared down at my mottled black wolf paws with the same disgust I had every night for twelve years. I truly was a monster, I could never argue that fact. My three tails curled around me as I rested my snout on my paws. I sighed again. It always happened this way. I use up all my energy in my fury during the day; then I was faced with a melancholy disinterest at night. Rosetta was right, I have given up. Given up all the hope and faith that I had for myself, I knew I wasn't going to be free. I knew...I'll never be the kind prince I used to be...and I'll never see my mother or my little cousin ever again.