The Third installment of my Fractured fairy tale

this is sorta random.

Chapter 4

“Well, of all the things I expected to see in this part of the house, I never thought I’d find a girl, and a stunningly gorgeous one at that.” The young man had pulled beauty to her feet and was staring into her eyes very intently.

“My siblings and I were exploring the castle when…” beauty wanted to tell him of the beast but thought better of it. “When I got lost down here, I, I couldn’t find my way back out, and it was, so dark.” The young man began leading her towards the staircase, and up into the great hall, Talking to her all the way. The palace had been old and broken during the day, but now it was beautiful and alive, the floor was decorated with gold and silver filigree and candles were shining form ever alcove, servants were dashing about doing little odd jobs.

The young man was now leading her down a large and ornamented hallway. At the end of the hall were two large wooden doors carved with designs of dancing, Writhing and Slithering bodies of men. They seemed tortured, but beauty had little time to Notice for soon the doors were opened and she was standing in the well lit, but dark room. It seemed very beautiful, yet if you looked closely you found all the decorations were Sick and twisted, the Carvings, paintings and designs were all of pain and suffering.

After standing befuddled for only a moment beauty was led to the large wooden desk. Sitting behind the desk was a beautiful woman. The woman would not look at beauty but addressed the man.

“Your highness, what can I do for you.” The woman glanced very briefly at beauty but grimaced as if looking at her had hurt.

“This young lady,” he paused, and beauty gave her name. His eyes widened and he smiled “A very fitting name, Margaret, Lady Beauty is in need of a room.”

Margaret still did not look at Beauty as she led her once again down many ornate halls and into a small rich room with the same designs of suffering on everything. Even thought the room was well lit and Bright, beauty felt as if she couldn’t quite see everything, as if something was watching her.

In fact many things were watching her, but not directly from the room. The beast was one of them, and I will not frighten you by telling you what else was watching her. The beast silently called for her to see what was strait in front of her, calling her to see what was carved onto every surface and Living behind everyone’s face. Asking that she see who that Prince was, and of what he was prince…Darkness.

When Margaret left Beauty spent a few moment trying to feel comfortable in the strange almost evil room. “Oh beauty you are so silly how a room could be evil.” She said to herself.

“A room can be evil just like a feeling can be evil, or a thought.” Beauty startled turned, and saw a very young boy standing behind her, he was carrying a basket.

“I am sent from He that is. Come and I will bandage your wounds.” Beauty no longer felt scared in the room now that this boy was with her. He seemed to shine brighter than any of the candles ‘illuminating’ the room. They did not speak and the boy quickly bandaged her arm. She realized now that the boy was never the same, he was a boy but he was always changing, sometimes he seemed dark-skinned and Blue-eyed, or pale with dark hair and eyes, His features also were never the same, always changing, and yet he was always beautiful.

Suddenly the boy looked her in the eyes.
”We must go now!” his eyes rounded and he stood swiftly, taking her arm he lead her out of the room, but not understanding she lagged behind. “We must go NOW, oh no.” tears came to those ever-changing eyes. But beauty had not time to see them.

She was quickly surrounded by blank eyed servants with torture written on their faces. The Prince made his way through the crowd towards her. When he was standing in front of her he spoke.

“Was my hospitality so bad that must leave before you have even spent a night?” His eyes turned red, and his handsome face changed. He threw off his human body and revealed himself. “How wise you must be to have seen Me. How did you know?” he said sarcastically.

Beauty was utterly stunned but composed herself enough to respond. “The Boy he, Told me to run.” She looked around but could not see the boy.

“Well since you will not stay willingly, I must make you!” in a very strong voice he demanded she Bow before him, The power of his words made her body want to obey, but the strength in her spirit refused too.

The evil ones Eyes darkened even more and his form grew. He called to the servants “Destroy her!”

But before anyone could even breathe beauty was surrounded by children Glowing, changing and Singing. Beauty’s surroundings faded in the White light surrounding her, but she could still hear the prince of darkness yelling. The Boy Stepped up to her and his eyes Kinds he spoke to her.

“Never trust Ones face as a Judge of their character, it is the soul that makes one beautiful.” Then beauty’s surroundings refocused again, sunlight was streaming through the castle windows now old and broken again, the prince and His Servants where gone. But the body the prince had used was still lying on the ground. Beauty was in the museum like room again Standing On the fallen out bottom from the cage, still swinging above her, her arm was still bandaged and the children were still surrounding her.

She sat down and began to weep.

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