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Tom was a handsome, young prince that lived in a shining castle. But as charming as he seemed, he was rather self-indulgent, spoiled, and unkind. He plastered a smile on his face when guests would come, but wore a sneer when only lowly peasants were around him. Tom was certainly a spoiled little prince. He could have whatever his heart desired and there was no one that could tell him otherwise. Perhaps that was the reason why he began to rebel.
In his grand manor, he had no parents to watch after him, but he did have faithful servants like Marco and Lady Ponyhead. Sadly, Tom usually chose not to listen to their advice and did what he pleased.
“Master Tom, I suggest that you do not lash out at others. They may feel more hurt than you realize.” Marco would always warn.
“Geez, maybe you could lighten up a bit. You’re starting to act worse than the Earth-turd with every day that goes by.” Lady Ponyhead would always point out.
Tom had never payed any attention to what they would say. But one fateful night, he would learn that he’d have to change...
Tom had just come back to his castle from a wild, indoor party and was satisfied for the night. It was midnight and it was winter, so he felt utterly tired and cold. As he was heading up the lofty staircase to his sleeping quarters, Tom heard a knock on the castle gates. He turned around, feeling quite annoyed that someone dared to bother him this late at night. He stormed towards the door and swung one open.
“What do you want?” Tom spit out, grumbling in annoyance. He looked down to see an old lady that wore a black cloak. Tom was about to mock the woman, but she had started to speak.
“I only ask for shelter from this harsh weather.” the woman pleaded. “Please, kind sir. Just for a day.”
“Then you’ve come to the wrong place. You see, only royalty may enter and you don’t seem very royal-like to me.” Tom scoffed, repulsed by the woman’s haggard appearance.
“Please! I beg of you, sir.” the woman swiftly pulled out a single, sparkling, red rose from her cloak. “I’ll give you this in return. It’ll prove to be handy.”
“A rose?! And what in the world would I use a rose for? Just leave, you’re wasting your own time.” Tom rejected the woman. As he began to turn, she grabbed his coat.
“I warn you not to be deceived by appearances.” the woman cautioned. “For beauty is found within.”
Tom swatted the woman’s hand away from his coat, disgusted that she had ever attempted to touch him.
“And I warn you not to come back.” Tom replied promptly, edging away from the hag. But to Tom’s surprise, the woman began to twist her face into a glare.
Suddenly, the woman’s wrinkles faded away and she her back straightened. She threw the cloak off her, revealing a beautiful woman with fair skin and long, blue hair. She wore strange, but stunning armory. The woman radiated with light and beauty.
Tom immediately bowed, realizing who this person was. She was the enchantress that had been roaming the forests… Enchantress Moon.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to-”
“Then let this be a lesson to you, foolish prince.” the enchantress declared, glowering down at him. “I can see that there is no love in your heart, so you shall receive a punishment.”
Tom backed away in fear as he felt a burning sensation jolting from his head and forehead. He knelt down and screamed in agony as his skin started to feel like it was on fire. Tom ripped his coat off and twisted in pain.
“You and everyone in your castle shall be cursed. If you ever learn to love another and earn their love in return, the spell will be broken. If you cannot break the curse before your twenty first birthday, you shall remain as a monster for eternity.” Enchantress Moon vowed. Just like that, she vanished without a trace. She had only left the rose and a mirror behind.
Tom lifted himself up, feeling no pain at all. Tom scrambled to the rose and snatched it up, only to see that his hand was purple. He thought that he had just been imagining it until he saw his reflection in the mirror. He no longer had only two eyes, but he now had three. His skin had turned into a light shade of purple and he had grown horns on his head. Tom shrieked as he went searching for his servants.
“Marco? Ponyhead? ANYONE?!” Tom yelled helplessly, frantically running around his castle.
But nobody had answered his plea.