Being a Beast (On Hold)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

            My eighteenth birthday would occur in the sunrise of the 1st of May, where he would celebrate by himself. Incased in a huge stone castle was all I had. I’d grown up with my father, but once I turned seven my father died, leaving me to maintain myself and everything around me, deep deep in the woods of Grale.

            Everything about my life was different. I never had the best place to meet other people. It seemed that every night when I settled down in my chambers of the huge stone castle I couldn’t help but feel odd. Like something was missing. I’d always asked my father who my mother was, but he told me she had died at childbirth. But there was something he’d never told me that I had to find out. It was something big, something dangerous and I was curious. I couldn’t help but feel like I was somehow in danger.

            I made sure to leap carefully over the waters edge not to get wet, as I made my way back to the castle. I’d just finished gathering plants and food for dinner. I’d, again, have to make a special dinner for myself.

            The sky was turning a deep pink and orange that made me love the forest where I had to call home. Home away from everyone, or anyone. It was a beautiful sight. I took it all in, trying to remember it in my mind before I left the trail of water and walked along the path towards palace. I wondered why my father had died, he had been so young, and my mother, I’d never met her, and there was no evidence that she actually ever lived. No pictures sitting on the shelf in my father’s wing, nothing. I’d gotten back, placing my young hands on the walls as I slowly and cautiously made my way towards the West Wing of the castle, like my father was still here, watching my every move. It felt odd when I pushed open the door, when I didn’t hear his protests or his arm tugging me away from the wing, and slowly made my way into the room leaving the door ajar.

            It was crowded like he was still here, but it was quiet. Picture frames hung on the walls that were covered up by papyrus. A couple broken tables, and cloth everywhere covering mostly everything in the room. Then a beautiful flower caught my eye. In the middle of the room where the room was cut in from an outside balcony. I almost felt a connection to the beautiful rose in front of me. I picked it up careful not to fracture its fragile petals. It looked old and almost wilted, but even though, it almost sparkled in the now present moonlight. I picked at the stem, where it would usually have thorns but they had vanished before my eyes. I stared at the flower in awe. Nothing like magic had made sense. It couldn’t be true. Maybe I was seeing things.

            I was suddenly interrupted by a growl in my stomach. I let out a sigh and placed the rose back down on the table letting it shimmer under the moons presence. I left the West Wing, closing the heavy door behind me and left for the kitchen quickly.

            That night when entering my chambers to sleep I couldn’t stop thinking about what y father had said just before he’d died. Let no one in. Even when the glass shatters at the windows. He had told me. I wondered what or who would be ever rude to intrude and break down the glass windows. Or how they might find this castle. I had never seen a sign of any life besides myself after my father died. I could only guess that they didn’t dare come near this place, for it could be intimidating, or maybe they didn’t know about it. But how would you not know about a castle, it was big enough to see through the trees.

            When I woke up to a bright shine coming through the dark curtains I got up from the queen sized bed and slowly got dressed in a more presentable manner, even if no one came. There was a feeling deep inside my mind that I couldn’t shake. Someone could come.