A/N: I'm in the middle of writing another fanfic but this was in my head for a long time. I felt like it was time to have this Beauty and the Beast going. I love ideas, PMs, review, and everything. I'm going to try to post the first chapter after this but please, if you like to help in this story. I would love it.

Prologue

Once upon a time, an old road led to a small town. North of this old road was a castle, where a Duke and his son lived in and ruled this town. The Duke was horrible, never honest, and was always concerned with his looks, this always came first even before his son.

Though, his father did not care about who he was, the servants helped raise the boy and soon as the boy grew, he became very handsome. Many women swoon at his looks but the son did not look at this at all. He didn't care much of being attractive but only followed his father without a sound released from his lips.

One night, the Duke's son was walking down this old road with his father behind him. The young man knew this road was deserted and only traveling gypsies walked it and yet beyond the evening fog was an old woman. At first, he wondered why the woman be out here at this time of night but, it was like asking him and his father the same question, his father's reason was for 'social purposes' unlike this little old woman was selling roses, beautiful roses that gave a strong aroma of beauty

The young man slowly sidetracked as he glanced over his shoulder cautiously. He then approached the old woman and asked politely, "How much is one rose?"

The woman looked up, showing her face, it was very old and frail. Her right eye was close while the left eye looked at him with curiosity. She then answered him, "For you, young man, it's free." The old woman handed him a beautiful white rose, slowly it began to bloom as if by his touch brought it to life.

He smiled at it until he noticed a shadowy figure emulated from behind him. His smile faded and turned to the figure, meeting his black eyes. They were solace and showed no love, they frowned at him for they showed a father's disapproval."What are you doing," his father interrogated.

His son's eyes looked away and he looked down at his son, his own looks were dying as his son's were growing. Though he didn't care about the boy, he only wanted his son to develop a behavior to show that he should never associate with the common people let alone the ugly ones. The Duke glanced down at his son's hand and noticed the rose, he took it out of his son's hand and as he stared at it.

Slowly it began to die in his hand, turning black and shriveled. His son looked in awe as he turned back to the old woman. She gave a dark smile as the Duke threw it at her. "Son, we are high and beautiful and we don't associate with the 'deformed," he eyed the old woman.

"Be careful of what you say, my lord. It sometimes bites back," the old woman suddenly warned. The young man looked at her for the warning sounded ominous. The Duke, however, didn't care and began to walk away.

"Come boy," he called then under his breath said, "what rubbish."

The young man sighed and looked down at the old woman, whose right eye suddenly opened to reveal that it had a golden color, staring at him. How odd, the young man thought for a moment. He then bent down beside her and took her hand into his then he pulled away, the old woman looked down into her wrinkled hand to see several gold coins. "I hope it helps," he told her old woman gave a sad smile and replied, "I'm sorry for what will come upon you."

The young man gave a confuse expression as he walked away slowly, catching up with his father. The old woman turned away as the fog began to build up, covering her body but in the fog, a light came. The light came from her golden young man turned back around and his father stopped, "What's wrong now?"

"Nothing, just thinking about what the woman just said to me.' I'm sorry for what will come upon you'," he repeated.

"Boy, its rubbish. Now come."

"Right, rubbish," the young man agreed and resumed walking into the forest ahead of them, the fog thickening around them. The old woman's gold eye still glowed and finally she spoke with great darkness in her voice.

"On this night, I cast a spell.

A spell that reflects your soulless shall deform the face and body.

Each reflecting your horrid only way to reverse the curse is someone with a heart that is pure and understanding to see pass these lesson is to show true beauty with love.

Now the unfortunate and tragic part is that your son, your successor of beauty will suffer instead of you."