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I'm Entering for the...Spellcaster!
Username: Cheyriddle4
The Story:
Once Upon a Time, in a land far, far away, there lived a Princess, who was renowned for her beauty, wealth, and many, many other things... Well that is usually how the stories go nowadays. But time had twisted this tale to be... easier to consume.

The kingdom was celebrating the passing of another year since the princess was born. To most the princess was kind, caring, beautiful and intelligent.. Yet those that are closer to the day to day dealings of the royal family know. That things aren't always as they appear. For the princess was entitled and passed insults as sugary sweet compliments saying one thing yet meaning another.

On this day of celebration there was dancing on the streets. Scrumpious wares being sold among novelty trinkets. Yet at the castle it was alive with activity. Servants moving through the passageways. Ever vigilant to keep out of the princess's way as not to be the victims of her callous comments. Keeping their heads down so not to spark her anger.

Yet on this day a traveler with a grand gift of magic came forth. Purple eyes taking in everything as he is an esteemed guest. Having heard of these things he sought to see if everything he heard was true. As his patreonage. The king and queen of another kingdom were considering the princess as a partner for their beloved son. Thinking someone so caring and intellegent would be quite a catch.

This traveler didn't come with much in terms of a present. He wanted to observe the family from a distance first. Yet it would be rude if he didn't bring forth a present. His thoughts was to give the gift from the king and queen of a necklace with sapphires of the deepest blue first.. But if the princess was as nice as they say then he would bestow a gift with magic. Make the necklace a protection charm. To bring good fortune but for now he wants to assess the princess.

He keeps his distance at first. Mingling with some of the other guests keeping an eye on the princess. When he notices a rather... concerning interaction with the help. A young mare spilled a tray of food and the princess had the luck of stepping in some sort of sauce which created a stain.. The princesses tone was sharp. Her eyes alight with anger... a bit more than what the situation called for and a scowl crosses his lips. As the son of a maid and the mage of the kingdom. He had always grown to respect those that worked for the castle.. And this.. definitely went against the high praise which the king and queen had heard. Yet the time hasn't come for him to approach yet.. It was the first strike after all.

The evening continues to go onward. The music light and jovial. The champange loosening everyone up. Yet he remained sober. Ever watching.. always noticing even the slightest details. A quip here.. a snide comment masked there. The more he watches the more he has grown to not like this princess. As the clock strikes upon the hour it is time for him to make his own introduction.

Stepping through the crowd he navigates around the bodies that are in his path. The princess is chittering away with her friends when he approaches and bows his head. Clearing his throat he glances up to the princess. " My apologies for the intrusion princess. I've come to wish you a-" The princess cuts in rather rudely." Oh stop with the nonsense. You should wait to be addressed. To interrupt is rude. Especially from someone the likes of.." Her gaze going over his form." You."

The rudeness of the comment doesn't startle him. To be honest he was expecting it. For he interrupted on purpose to see how she would react.. And rather poorly she did. The king and queen wouldn't want this mare for their son. A slight smirk crosses his lips. His gaze turning a little more brooding edge." As I was saying... Came here to wish you a happy birthday Princess.. King Azaroth and Queen Caroline send their well wishes and wish for you to have this necklace as a sign of goodwill." He presents the necklace to the princess whose eyes light up with delight." A present! A fitting one at that. I suppose this will appease for your rudeness. Leave it you are dismissed."

Dismissed like castle help. How interesting. He lets out a rather cold laugh. " I would like to bestow you with my own personal gift." His gaze lands on the necklace and he starts to chant. The glow of magic moving around the necklace until it is infused with the necklace." I am a spellcaster you see. And with how dangerous it can be.. well.. A protection charm would be quite beneficial." His gaze never leaving the princesses." My that is a valuable talent.. Fine.. I shall accept even if.. you are not of my caliber."

A slow burn of rage goes through him but he doesn't let it come across his features. Unbeknownst to the princess. He didn't cast a protection charm. Instead he cast a spell which will show her true nature to those around her. Whether it will be physical or just words will depend on the severity of her nature. And considering what he has seen.. well.. It will be a drastic change indeed.

"Princess.. I bid thee goodnight." With another bow he slips through the room and moves to a more secluded spot as he observes silently. Curious on how the gift plays out. It doesn't take much more than forty-five minutes when the princess puts on the necklace. The changes starting gradually. Mouth widening and the sickening sounds of the chest opening and teeth appearing. A tongue unrolling out from the abyss in her chest.

Panic filled cries from the onlookers as the princess is filled with a hunger and goes to try to fullfill it. A bloodbath ensues. Some manage to escape. And all the while he watches. It is befitting.. A princess hiding behind the masquerade of a dotting, compassionate mare turning into the monster in which they truely are.

Some say there is a cure for the curse. Some would speculate that if you take off the necklace the princess would become normal again.. But only he knows.. There is no way to turn back what was done. The curse is final. The way it was and forever will be. With that he makes his way back to the kingdom he is from to report on the activities of the day. How the mare they heard was kind and the image of what a princess should be was a monster under the surface.

Storytime is over for me!

I'm Entering for the...Pale Beauty!
Username:nekoFayre
The Story: this is a story like no other...Unlike most this one started on a dark night.. Not to long ago.

There was was brave beauty, she was like no other. she was brave, no a dreamer, not a damsel but a warrior. She was cunning, but still most of the males around her only saw her beauty. The beauty was raised by her only brother. Her parents had died shortly after her birth. So when she was still very young her brother took her to see the witch. a Norm really.

Once a opon a time on the darkess night of the year there was Beauty that was born. Her parents both thought that she was prettyess little thing with her spots and her eyes. But shortly after her birth a shadow had come for her. Her father beeing a great warrior stayed and fought the shadow. while her mother and brother took her and ran.

Of course the shadow caught up to them. Her mother had turned to fight. telling her brother that the Norm of the great oak would hid and protect them. So as her mother fought her brother and her ran to the highest oak tree near the lake this tree was like no other. It would only appear to the those in need.

Once to the tallest tree. The brother walked around it. His sister clinging to his side still wet as any newborn. Her brother then started to knock on the tree and see if there was a way into the tree or if there was path somewhere else. Far away they heard their mother scream. then growling. quickly the Beauty appoched the tree and kissed the branch with her nose. As soon as her nose touch the tree the Norm crawled out. Looking at the young stallion and his beautyful sister. The norm shook her head. " what do you have of me childern? will you accept my price. are you both brave to face the shadow?" The brother steares at the Norm " Im brave, dear witch, but our mother and father have been killed tonight. I don't think I can face the shadow. alone. The beauty looks at her brother and the norm. " I can take on the shadow.". Her brother and the Norm looks at her. " Very well I will teach you as long as your brother is willing to come with me as well. mind you this training will be hard.". The brother looks at his sister the deal didn't sound that bad. " Ok we will come with you."

The Norm took the little beauty and her brother for ten long years. To the center of the Oak tree. One day she released the Beauty back into the world, making a deal that she would release the Beauty's brother after the shadow that killed her parents is deal with. Now was the time to hunt the shadow down. Then get her brother back. The beauty looks back towads the Norms tree. * you have may have taught be but one day you will fall under my knife just as this shadow will.*

Heading for places unknown the beauty summons her magic her books and heads for her task. No one should ever trust a witch or a Norm....

I'm Entering for the...Spellcaster!
Username: dawns_aura
The Story:

It starts, “There once was a very wealthy merchant who had six offspring, three strapping sons and three daughters, each more beautiful than the one who came before. Being a stallion of sense, he spared no resources ensuring each had the finest masters he could find. All were extremely intelligent, talented and had as many prospects as there were stars in the sky. His sons stayed near home and assisted there father in his business as they could. His two eldest daughters used their gifts, his reputation, and their appearances to secure as advantageous matches as they were able to. The youngest daughter, from the time she was just a filly, was much admired by everyone who saw her. She was called The Little Beauty by all; so much so, that as she grew, her name was all but forgotten, and she was simply known as Beauty, which made her sisters incredibly jealous…”

The story then goes on with misfortune, her father lost everything and made some deals with rather shady characters he should not have, in attempts to secure their futures, and ended up in further trouble when he could not meet the terms of said bargains, which meant he had to give up his most treasured possession – his Beauty – to a monster and break a curse. That particular story should be familiar to most.

Or perhaps you might know it better when it starts, “Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young prince. And although he had everything his heart desired, the young prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old mare came to the herd’s lands and offered the young stallion a single rose, in exchange for safety and protection from an incoming storm that would surely be the death of her if she remained in the elements alone. Repulsed by the old mare’s haggard appearance, the stallion sneered at the gift, and turned the mare away, driving her from the safety and shelter of his lands. She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for true beauty was found within. When he dismissed her again, the mare’s old appearance melted away to reveal a beautiful spirit that was known to protect herds. The Prince tried to apologise to the spirit, but it was too late, for she had seen his selfishness, and the fact there was no love or care for others in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast…” And well, I’m sure you know how the rest of that story goes.

But what if I told you that neither of those stories were true? What if I told you that the storytellers had gotten it all wrong? Would you want to stay for a spell and hear the true tale? Or would you just walk away?

I see you’re still here. Perhaps it is mere curiosity. Perhaps it’s to hear the truth. Either way it matters naught to me. The tale I’m about to tell … well, I’ll let you make up your own mind. Let me tell you the tale of the Beast, the Captive Who Wasn’t, and the Courage to Write Their Own Destiny….

Our story begins, not with a spoiled Prince, but with an alpha’s daughter who was so dazzling that neighboring herds would fight over her. A delicate, dainty mare so lovely that she could bewitch the very spirits that protected their lands, or so it was said. So much so, that the herd decided to keep the young mare locked away, isolated far from outside eyes that might covet her and try to claim her for their own. Seperate until they chose. To bring her out only when her beauty could be used as a weapon to protect the herd.

Her Beauty was an honor. A privilege. And it was her duty above all else, to use it as her alpha saw fit. That was the reason the spirits had blessed her so. Or, so she was always told.

No one ever asked herif any of it was what she wanted. No one asked her thoughts, her hopes, her desires. She existed solely for whatever purpose her alpha dictated. And for most of her life, she played the role. Wearing the mask of the dutiful daughter, allowing herself to be used as whatever was necessary for the protection and survival of her herd.

But there was always, deep, deep inside of her, a longing for more. To be freed of the 'honor', the 'duty', and chains of her appearance. So while she played her part, secretly she looked for some way, any way to break free from her prison. No matter what the cost.

Eventually, through rumors and whispers in the dark, she thought she might have found a way out of her predicament ... or rather, a being who could help her out of her situation. A so-called dark being known only as Enchanted.

After being trotted out and used to hint at a possible alliance, being paired with yet another pathetic, simpering stallion who had no thought in his head beyond increasing his own so-called "power", and the role he would graciously permit her to play in it, the mare had finally had enough.

Unless her plan worked, she would never be seen seriously, nor allowed any role beyond breeding and serving as some pathetic stallion's useless trophy mate. That seemed to be the destiny and path plotted out before her. But it wasn't good enough. She was worth more than her appearance alone. It was time to take matters into her own hooves.

Late one night, having played her part to perfection with none the wiser as to the plan taking shape inside her head, she was granted the gift of a rare night with no chaperones or guards to keep her 'safe', in isolation. A perfect time to put her plan into motion, with perhaps enough of a headstart before she was discovered missing, to achieve her goals. To make it to where Enchanted was said to be found, and to make the deal that would mean her freedom.

Following nothing more than vague whispers and rumors, after wandering far and wide to lands farther than she had ever dare dream of travelling to, at long last, she found the dark forest that was said to be the domain of Enchanted.

It was here, for the first time, that she began to feel the first creeping doubt, the first faint flutterings of fear. What if he was nothing more than a monster, and instead of helping he could torture her until bored and then kill her? What if? What if? What if? What if everything she heard was wrong and he couldn't help her, and things would remain just as they were?

Steeling her nerves, she made her way to the dark heart of the dark wood, to make a deal with the devil. Only to find that the devil was merely a stallion, like herself trapped in chains and in a role not of his own choosing, compelled to weave dark and twisted spells for those desperate enough to seek him out.

"Make me a monster," she demanded. "Take away my beauty, and make me a creature of such horror that my only value will be that which I make of my own intelligence and will. Let me be free to live a life of my own choosing."

Enchanted obliged. Not as some villain, or some twisted vengeful spirit as some other stories might have you believe, but as a prisoner himself, trapped by his own powers. His spell gave her new life as a Beast - a creature of claw, and shadow, and thorn. A creature who now had the freedom she so desperately longed for, but with a new loneliness, which was it's cost.

Beast used her newfound freedom to wander the lands, looking for trapped souls like herself, and offering them the chance to break free of what was expected of them. The freedom to choose their own path. To write the own destiny. But nearly everywhere she went, Beast was looked on with fear, and disgust. Reviled and often forced away with the threat of violence. So she became the Beast everyone saw and feared, and now believed her to be.

Then one day, a herd sought to appease her, or perhaps to gain her favor, by sending one of their daughters. A strange young beauty, meant to spy and seek out Beast's weakness, or else to convince her to help them, or to leave them alone or perhaps even to kill the monster, Beast was unsure, and didn't care.

What they didn't expect, was the alliance that formed, of the two mares who were only thought valuable for their appearances, to weaponise that beauty and use their brains to carve out new lives, new destinies, of their own choosing, and their freeing of Enchanted and others like themselves.

* sorry for the abrupt, rushed ending. I kinda lost my train of thought and where i was heading with this idea. *

I'm Entering for the...Spellcaster!
Username: catmagick
The Story: Once upon a time there was a thriving kingdom rich with bountiful harvests. Until one day the crops failed and the kingdom was hit by famine. The starving people turned to their princess for help but the Princess while beautiful on the outside was spoiled and selfish. She refused to aid her people.

The royal sorcerer known to all as the Spellcaster could only watch and wait for the princess to change her mind. Day by day he watched as the people grew more desperate and strife broke out in the city. The people turned on one another and still the Princess did nothing.

As the bodies built up outside the city gates the Spellcaster was no longer content to sit and wait. Descending the stairs of his tower into the castle proper he went in search of the princess. He found her in her chambers sitting in front of her vanity, a servant brushing her long dark hair.

The servants appearance startled him. She showed clear signs of starvation. Even the servants were beginning to be affected by the famine and yet the princess still did nothing.

'Princess time is running out. We must aid the people and open the store houses.' He said desperation entering his tone. He hopped she would heed his advice as her late father often did. But the princess merely glanced at him in the mirror bemused. 'Whatever for?' She asked completely oblivious to her people's suffering.

The Spellcaster froze anger overtaking reason. His power sparked around him as he stared at her enraged. 'You are a beast within, now let the outside match the inside,' he hissed. With those words the princess changed, her body twisting into a beastly form. A mouth gapped wide in her chest as she was overcome with hunger. Her eyes landed on the terrified servant cowering behind her and she pounced devouring the poor girl before the servant could react.

The Spellcaster horrified by what he had done fled the castle before he too could be devoured.

The kingdom soon fell to ruin, it's people either devoured by the beast or having fled for their lives.

I'm Entering for the...Pale Beauty!
Username: viatorai
The Story:
Beautiful, wealthy, intelligent...Rumours abound, and while they quickly spread, they weren't as quickly squashed.

The castle was said to contain such a maiden, a princess. A prize to reach and win. It didn't take long for Them to begin a campaign to attack the castle, find out why she was being held there and take care of the problem. To take the prize for Their own, both the maiden and the castle.

A usual tale, is it not? Storm the castle, slay the beast guarding the princess and someone will live happily ever after, right?

Nah. Not so fast.

A ripple ran through the group that had arrive at the castle door upon spying the gashes in the door. Clawmarks, perhaps, but so large that it was impossible to calculate the size of the creature that had made it. But they were, indeed, clawmarks. Did something attack before They got there? Had They gotten there too late, and lost Their chance at a prize?

Murmurs rose, then fell as They entered undeterred; After all, perhaps They could at least find some treasure with which to barter away for coin. After all, it wasn't robbing if there was no one living there to rob from, right?

Unable to get too far, someone- something- finally appeared. A few of Them were wary, thinking They had stumbled upon the ghost, pale was she. Clutching books to her chest, stepping softly, she fled from Them, into the deepest part of the castle that They had dare not explore, as the dark was too deep, the air too warm. It set the hair on Their arms on end, but still, They pursue.

Perhaps you would like to hear that They found the princess, the beauty, and brought her back to give her her happily ever after?

No. See, she already had her happily ever after.

It was easier to lure groups of armored ones with rumours. Even easier with the calling card on the door, a hint that something inside was to be slain.

Watching her beloved lounge almost like a cat, tail twitching in glee as the shiny, crunchy outside was crushed between massive teeth to reach the squishy meal inside, the beautiful, wealthy, smart maiden lounged along. The books were conversation enough for the moment, the snacks being devoured simple white noise among the pleased rumbling.

They would not bother the pair again.

But They would no doubt hear the tale of how Them before They didn't return from Their attempt.

To free the beautiful, wealthy, intelligent princess from the castle and the beast.

And each time, Their tale would end the same.

And her beloved would feast once more.

I'm Entering for the...Beast!
Username: Mewsings of An Angel
The Story:

Once upon a time—no, that was how the spellcaster had begun it, voice honeyed and wrong, as if the words themselves were bait.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a Princess.

That much was true.

I had seen her, though never up close. Pale as moonmilk, they said. Hair like the finest brown of the tree bark in the forests I once hid myself. A laugh that made the captivated entourage forget their pledges and kings forget their heavy crowns. Beauty, wealth, grace—yes, yes, all the proper ornaments of a tale that believed it knew how it would end.

I was not meant to be part of it.

They called me Beast long before the spellcaster ever found me. A soquili born crooked beneath indifferent stars: legs too long, neck bowed like a question never answered, jaws split wide into a cavernous maw that could not quite close. My tongue lolled where others kept theirs hidden, thick and dark and shameful. Children screamed when they saw me. Hunters raised their spears. Mirrors were mercifully rare.

The spellcaster did not flinch.

"You are perfect," he told me, standing in the ash-grove where I made my home. His eyes gleamed like polished gems that had been tainted by the most poisonous magic. "Perfect for a story that needs twisting."

I should have fled. Instead, I listened.

The Princess, he explained, was the keystone of an old enchantment—one laid before her birth, one that fed on adoration and certainty. As long as she remained untouched, unquestioned, beloved in the way stories demand, the spell would hold. The land would rot sweetly beneath it. Fires would burn where forests once stood. Rivers would thin to threads.

"And if she is taken?" I asked, my voice wet and ugly in my own ears.

He smiled. "Then the story stumbles."

So I went.

The palace rose from the valley like a dream too ornate to be practical, all pale stone and silver banners. Gardens bloomed despite the encroaching drought, sustained by magic siphoned from elsewhere—places like my own homeland, though I did not yet have words for that theft.

Guards spotted me at the gates. Of course they did. Horns sounded. Steel rang. Arrows flew.

I did not come to kill them. I barreled through, hide thick, heart hammering, tongue tasting blood and fear in the air. My paws shattered marble. My shadow crawled up palace walls, vast and monstrous, and I hated it because it was mine.

I found her not in a tower, as stories insist, but in a solarium overlooking the gardens, so sweetly reading a book that if I was affected by the enchantment I'msure that i would possibly have been enamored by her.

She raised her gaze. She did not scream.

She stood, form wrapped in yhe finest silk, eyes wide - not with revulsion, as I expected, but with something sharper.

"So," she said softly, "you’re real."

I hesitated. No spellcaster had prepared me for that.

"I was told a beast would come for me one day," she continued. "They said it would mean the end of everything I know."

My maw gaped. My tongue dragged along my teeth as I tried to shape words around it. "I… was sent to take you."

"I know." She stepped closer, pale figure trembling but her steps seemed steady. "The question is where."

The palace shook as guards rallied below. The spell tugged at me then, cold and insistent, urging flight, urging completion.

When we fled the palace, banners torn and bells screaming, the story broke—not cleanly, but enough. Magic screamed too, threads snapping, destiny unraveling in ugly knots.

Behind us, the gardens withered.

Ahead of us lay forests yet unburned, paths uncharted, and a future no one had written.

Once upon a time, there lived a Princess.

And once upon a time, there lived a Beast who refused to be only what the story demanded her to be.