Beauty woke early in the morning to an uneasy feeling. Her heart was beating hard and she sat up in bed. Father. An unwelcome feeling of dread for her father gripped her heart. She came out of bed and suddenly. The smell of her father was gone. No scent of him that was younger than an hour old was fresh.
She panicked and threw on her work clothes with her brown cloak. Cloet would be sleeping in the room next to hers. Rudolph's would be across the hall, so Beauty would have to be very quiet. Then she slowly and mindfully put her weight on the arches of her feet. Years of sneaking out to run had taught herself how to sneak across old wooden boards.
When she had gotten to the stairs she rode down the banister since the stairs always creaked when someone walked upon them. Getting to the bottom Beauty's heart was rapid with fear. She crept to the kitchen door and slipped out.
The scent of her father was faint, but still there. So she put the hood of her cloak over her head. Her eyes now burning with rage. I brought up the idea. Now I must find him. She thought as she ran.
As she neared the forest's edge she closed her eyes to brace herself. Her body felt as if it had combusted into flame. When she opened her eyes once more her feet didn't touch the underbrush of the tree line. Instead, four large wolf paws disturbed the ground beneath her. Her sight into the night was twice as bright and everything was in greens and blues. The noises sharper even though her hearing was already profound. She was now in her most free form. Her wolf form.
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A Retelling of "Beauty and the Beast"
FantasyThis is a retelling of the famous French fiary tail. I've personally modeled this story off of the original novel that was written just about the 1500's or so. Enjoy at your own risk.
