Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty and The Beast [Rewritten] ❯ Crimson (Prologue) ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: snuffaluffikin 
Prologue
Miscellaneous: Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.12.2011 | Updated On: 06.12.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 637 | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Prologue
Miscellaneous: Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.12.2011 | Updated On: 06.12.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 637 | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Prologue – Crimson
A long time ago, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a very powerful and very privileged royal family. They had many servants, and they were all very loyal, and very hospitable. The queen was known for her beauty and her grace, and the king was known for his kindness and charitable nature. Their son, the prince, was neither kind, nor graceful, nor charitable, but he stole the hearts of any girl who looked upon him, for he was the most handsomest prince in all the land. However, his heart was cold, and he was selfish. In his mind, only he came first. He never saw any interest in any girl, no matter how many suitable girls he would meet from ball after ball after ball. Still, the king and queen took no notice of his behavior, believing in vain that he would eventually grow out of it once he reached adulthood.
When the young prince was almost sixteen, a sickness befell the royal family. The prince was lucky enough to survive, but unfortunately the king and queen fell ill and did not make it through. The prince was left orphaned, and had to assume his place as the rightful heir to the throne.
The month before his coronation, his servants and advisers helped him to train as the future king. But the prince didn't want to pay attention, he wanted to do as he pleased—hunting and horsing around with his friends. A few days before his coronation, his advisers were about to give up.
Their real troubles started when the night before Christmas came upon them. On this night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle doors, and asked for protection form the bitter cold. In exchange, she would give him a beautiful red rose.
Disgusted by her haggard appearance, the prince tried to send her away. But she warned him to not be deceived by appearances, because beauty is often found within. Yet again he told her to go away and closed the castle doors in her face.
And so, the old-woman's ugliness melted away and she turned into a beautiful enchantress. She opened the doors and the prince saw what he had done. He begged for her forgiveness, but the enchantress knew that there was no love or kindness in his heart, so as punishment, she turned him into a horrible beast.
“If you can learn to love, and have someone love you in return by your twenty-first year, then the spell will be broken. However, if you cannot, you will forever stay a beast and learn what it is like to be shunned for your appearances to others.”
The enchantress not only cast a spell on the prince, but on the servants, the advisers and his extended family all living in the castle as well. She gave him the rose, which was also enchanted. It would bloom for the next five years, and if he did not learn to love by the time the last petal fell, he and the inhabitants of his castle will remain in their new forms for all time.
He locked himself away in his castle and never stepped foot outside, ashamed of his new beastly form. He was at a loss of what to do and grieved for many nights. He soon gave up all hope by the time four years had passed, and accepted his fate. For he only had one more year before he and his subjects would be doomed to live in the world as outcasts. The spell would never be broken....for who could ever love a beast?
Converting /tmp/phpcw9sgt to /dev/stdout
A long time ago, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a very powerful and very privileged royal family. They had many servants, and they were all very loyal, and very hospitable. The queen was known for her beauty and her grace, and the king was known for his kindness and charitable nature. Their son, the prince, was neither kind, nor graceful, nor charitable, but he stole the hearts of any girl who looked upon him, for he was the most handsomest prince in all the land. However, his heart was cold, and he was selfish. In his mind, only he came first. He never saw any interest in any girl, no matter how many suitable girls he would meet from ball after ball after ball. Still, the king and queen took no notice of his behavior, believing in vain that he would eventually grow out of it once he reached adulthood.
When the young prince was almost sixteen, a sickness befell the royal family. The prince was lucky enough to survive, but unfortunately the king and queen fell ill and did not make it through. The prince was left orphaned, and had to assume his place as the rightful heir to the throne.
The month before his coronation, his servants and advisers helped him to train as the future king. But the prince didn't want to pay attention, he wanted to do as he pleased—hunting and horsing around with his friends. A few days before his coronation, his advisers were about to give up.
Their real troubles started when the night before Christmas came upon them. On this night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle doors, and asked for protection form the bitter cold. In exchange, she would give him a beautiful red rose.
Disgusted by her haggard appearance, the prince tried to send her away. But she warned him to not be deceived by appearances, because beauty is often found within. Yet again he told her to go away and closed the castle doors in her face.
And so, the old-woman's ugliness melted away and she turned into a beautiful enchantress. She opened the doors and the prince saw what he had done. He begged for her forgiveness, but the enchantress knew that there was no love or kindness in his heart, so as punishment, she turned him into a horrible beast.
“If you can learn to love, and have someone love you in return by your twenty-first year, then the spell will be broken. However, if you cannot, you will forever stay a beast and learn what it is like to be shunned for your appearances to others.”
The enchantress not only cast a spell on the prince, but on the servants, the advisers and his extended family all living in the castle as well. She gave him the rose, which was also enchanted. It would bloom for the next five years, and if he did not learn to love by the time the last petal fell, he and the inhabitants of his castle will remain in their new forms for all time.
He locked himself away in his castle and never stepped foot outside, ashamed of his new beastly form. He was at a loss of what to do and grieved for many nights. He soon gave up all hope by the time four years had passed, and accepted his fate. For he only had one more year before he and his subjects would be doomed to live in the world as outcasts. The spell would never be broken....for who could ever love a beast?
Converting /tmp/phpcw9sgt to /dev/stdout