Once upon a time, there lived a handsome, strong, and powerful Prince. He loved pretty and beautiful things, but sadly, the Prince was unkind. One day, an old lady asked for a warm bed for the night, along with food. But the Prince did not like the old woman's look. He sneered at the woman, and cast her off; but she then turned into a lovely Fairy Godmother.

The Prince, seeing her true form, got on his knees and begged for forgiveness; but it was too late. The Fairy Godmother placed a spell on him, along with his servants, and gave him a rose from his own garden. She said, that if he loved someone and they loved him back, then he would be set free from the curse. But if by the time the last petal fell, and he had not found love, the spell would never be broken.

Soon, his beautiful castle became nothing more than an ugly winter wasteland. The Prince himself became an angry, uncaring monster, forgetting his people entirely because he knew the spell would never be broken. Because no one could ever love… a Beast.

Through the woods, outside the castle grounds, there thrived a small village. In this village, there was a beautiful boy, with sun tanned skin, and dark blue eyes. He had light brown hair that shone in the light, and very odd teeth. He had two buck teeth that hung over his lip, giving him a small overbite.

Those who didn't know him would think that his teeth were the oddest thing about him, but they would be wrong. The boy was not like others, he would go deep into the woods, exploring where others wouldn't. He was a painter before a hunter, and he loved fairytale books more than anything.

"Bye mom! I'm off to the Market Square." he said, heading for the door.

His mother waved from the kitchen, "Okay, have fun!" she said just before he left.

The boy left his home for the day, and walked into town, where whispers followed him as he passed. He was well aware of what they whispered about him, but he didn't mind them. He was different from the rest, and he liked that.

"Hey, Timmy!" said a friendly voice from behind. Timmy turned to meet his friend, Chester. The poor boy had always been there for Timmy when others weren't, and for that, Timmy counted him as a valuable friend.

"Good Morning, Chester! Hey, where's AJ?" he asked, walking in stride with his friend.

Chester shrugged, "School. You know he's trying to learn how to hunt now?"

Timmy looked at Chester confused. "Hunting? Why? That's not like him…"

"Marriage." Chester said, with a fake shudder. Timmy rolled his eyes. Though AJ was the smartest in the village, he was also one of the weakest. Hunting would not be easy for him.

"I just hope he's okay. Hunting is hard." he said, shouldering his book bag. Chester nodded.

"Same…" said Chester. Timmy was about to ask more about AJ and his ridiculous Hunting classes, when he spotted a book in Chester's bag. Timmy gasped, and grabbed the book from Chester.

"Where did you get this?!" He asked, holding the book tenderly.

"I got it from a salesman. He knew we were friends, and said since you love books so much, you could have it. I was gonna give it to you later though. As a surprise." Chester said, smiling at his friends goofy attraction to the book. Timmy rubbed his fingers over the cover lovingly. He had a big smile on his face.

"Thanks!" He said to Chester.

Chester shrugged. "Don't thank me, thank my Dad." he said. Chester waved goodbye, and walked on without his friend. Timmy placed his new treasure in his bag, alongside his other books.

Up on the hill, watching from a distance, stood two men in uniform. One with dark skin and dark hair, the other with light skin and light hair. Their uniforms were identical, with red jackets and white shirts, and nice pressed black pants. The man with the light hair had kept his eye on Timmy the whole time.

"There he is," he said. "The boy I'm going to marry." His friend beside him looked skeptical.

"Timmy Turner? The Old Woman's son?" He asked. Timmy Turner was supposedly the strangest boy in the village.

The guard nodded. "Right from the moment I saw him, I thought he was gorgeous. And I fell for him. There's only one person who's as beautiful as me in this town, and that's him." he said.

"I'm making plans already to woo, and marry him." he said. His friend shook his head, disapprovingly.

"But he's so… weird. Reading those fairy tales, and whatnot. Come on Chad, you could hav-" Chad cut him off, grabbing him by the collar, and bringing him to eye level.

"He's the most beautiful boy in town. That makes him the best! And don't I deserve the best?" He asked, in a low threatening voice.

His friend smiled weakly, and nodded. "Y-yeah, Chad!" Chad pushed his friend away roughly, and began to head into town.

Timmy was reading the book he got from Chester, sitting under a nice shady tree, and eating an apple. As he ate and read, he slowly entered a new world, a new place with no whispers, and school. No lessons that teach boys to hunt, and girls to clean. No cruel words, and no Father to leave you all alone. No boys to bother you while readi-

"Hey, Timmy!" Chad said, smiling down at him. He stood tall, and proud before him with a sense of pride and an inflated ego.

Too late, Timmy realized Chad wouldn't be leaving in a hurry. He sighed.

"Tad. Chad. I didn't know you were in town." He said, still sitting and eating his apple. "Isn't there a war you should be fighting?" He really wished Chad weren't so tall. It was almost claustrophobic being near him like this. Chad leaned closer to Timmy, putting his face right in front of his.

"I came back. I was thinking… You should come see my medals!" He said, grinning proudly. Timmy looked at him bored, and bit into the apple loudly.

"That's… sweet, but no thanks." He said, trying to get him to leave. Timmy gasped in surprise, as Chad grabbed him by the waist, and brought him closer. Timmy tried to push away, but Chad was too strong. He looked very annoyed at Chad, and bit into the apple again, this time making sure some of the juice from the fruit stained his jacket. Chad ignored his annoyed look, and grabbed the book Timmy had been reading.

Momentarily free, Timmy pushed away. "Can I have my book back?" He asked, sticking his hand out. Chad ignored him.

"Why do you read these? There's nothing real about them." He said. Timmy, feeling fed up, growled at him.

"I just like it, okay!?" He shouted. Suddenly, there were gunshots from beyond the village. Tad looked toward the hill.

"Chad, we gotta go! Now!" He said. He ran off towards the sound.

Chad winked at Timmy and tossed the book carelessly into the air. It landed on the ground before Timmy could catch it though, and the book was ruined, now covered with mud. Chad left before Timmy could confront him. He picked up the book, and walked back to his house, the day ruined thanks to Chad.

Timmy's home was nothing but a broken shop that sold strange knick knacks, with broken windows, and creaky floor boards. They used to live in a fairly decent house before his Father left them to work as a sock monkey maker, leaving his poor mother to work for both of them.

Timmy's mother was a pretty, old thing. It was no question where he got his looks from. She had the same nice, brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was strong, while the other women learned to cook and clean, she became a painter and an inventor. She was just finishing up a painting when Timmy came in; she held it up for him to see.

"Timmy, what do you think of my painting?" she said, smiling at him. It was a painting of the hills beyond the town, dappled with flowers and sunshine. Timmy smiled, though it was kind of hard because of what happened today.

"It's nice." He said. He set his bag down, and removed his cloak. His mother frowned.

"You don't like it?" She asked. Timmy shook his head.

"It's not that, it's just-" she gasped.

"Your shirt! What happened?" she pointed to his muddy shirt, ruined by the dirt from the book he had been holding close to his chest. He sighed, thinking of Tad and Chad briefly. He looked at his mother, worried.

"Hey mom… am I odd?" He asked her. He took off his shirt, and went to find another one. His mother called after him from her easel.

"Odd? Who said that to you?" she asked. Timmy returned with a new shirt, his favorite pink one, and sat down by the window.

"No one said that, it's just… I'm not like the other boys. I don't hunt for the beast like them." He said. His mother smiled kindly at him.

"The Beast isn't real. He's just a tale people tell to children, here in the village." she said.

"I know… but maybe if I acted more… normal, you wouldn't have to work so hard. You could spread your work from here to the next town over!" He said.

She walked over to the window, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Timmy, this poor, provincial town has nothing for you. I promised myself after your idiot father left us that you would not make the same mistakes as me. So please, never stop dreaming." Timmy smiled at her, wiping his face free of tears. She hugged him, until a carriage arrived outside. Timmy walked his mother outside, where the carriage was waiting.

"Where to, this time?" He asked. She waved it off.

"Nowhere special." she said. Timmy helped her into the carriage. Before the door closed, he looked at her and asked "What do you want from town?" His mother looked thoughtful.

"A rose would be nice. I've been meaning to paint one before they're all gone but… you know." she said. He smiled at her.

"Okay. I love you." he said. He kissed her hand, and he looked at Chester, the village Carriage Driver. "Please, be careful." he said. Chester nodded, and whipped the reins. The carriage sped off down the road, and into the woods.

….

The Town over was on the other side of the woods, a place most would never go. Chester, being an expert carriage driver, knew a shortcut through the woods, and got Timmy's mother there safely.

The horses stopped as the path was cut off by a tree, fallen thanks to the howling winds outside. Chester looked back at Timmy's mother, before deciding to find another path for her. The new path he found was dark and filled with dead, leafless tress. In the distance, wolves howled at the moon. Chester thought about turning around, and going back to town, but Timmy's mother urged him on, and they continued down the path.

They made their way slowly through the woods, her hand on his arm, praying that they both make it through safely. She was not a very religious person, but she felt she had to pray for some reason. The woods seemed to be calling her, the wolf howls sounded more and more like her name. She was not sure if her prayers were effective or not.

The howls were suddenly closer to them, and a pack of wolves surrounded the carriage stopping the horses in their tracks. Chester grabbed his gun, and got ready to fire at the wolves, but then one bit a horse, causing it to panic, and flee. The horses dragged the carriage with them, driving them through the woods faster than they had gone before.

In the shadows, the wolves followed, nipping and biting at the horse's hooves. The horses ran and ran until suddenly they barged through some gates. The wolves fell back and stopped following them. Chester, seeing that the coast was clear, got off the carriage and looked around.

"Where the hell are we?!" he exclaimed. Timmy's mother got off of the carriage and followed him.

"I am not sure. It's too dark, and leaving would not be wise…" she said. She turned to Chester, "I am sorry. I should have told you to go back when we had the chance." She said. Chester patted her on the back.

"Hey, it's not that bad, we aren't in the middle of nowhere. We're at a-"

"Castle?!" she said looking at the glorious estate before them

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