Just Another Fairytail...

I had not walked long into the forest before I was greeted by a pack of wolves. A pack of hungry very large wolves! Their fur was on end, and they were growling at me like nopony’s  business. I tried to back away slowly but ended up crashing into another wolf. The wolf snapped at me, I ran forward. The wolf snapped at me again, this time managing to tear off the end of my cape. I looked around, there was no where I could run. I was cornered; I was going to get eaten an-OOF!  I opened my eyes and jerked my head towards where I had heard the sound. A new creature, with the body of a lion, wings of a dragon, and the tail of a scorpion was standing in front of me the best. I should have been afraid, but really, I was pitiful of the creature. He spent all his life locked up in a tower with practically no company. Cadavers of the wolves lay scattered on ground around us.  I looked down at the creature, one of his glossy golden lions’ paws had a scrape on the side of it. “You’re hurt.” I said, pointing to the cut. He just grunted to me and motioned for me to follow. I did, not so sure what to expect.

When we arrived at his castle, I was astonished.  The castle was silver,  and had beautifully crafted glass windows. Moonlight shined on the windows, making it seem even more beautiful. The beast had already headed inside; he had told me to come inside when I was ready. Tempted, I pushed open the ivory doors, and was amazed by the brilliant artwork hanging on the castle walls. A small voice interrupted my fascination and I quickly jerked my head downward to face a small filly probably not older than the age of 5 or 6 She had long, honey colored mane that fell to her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes seemed to sparkle when she spoke to me. “Miss!” She exclaimed, hugging me. I hugged her back, not even understand why she was hugging me in the first place. “Miss-“ I cut her off. “My name is Belle.” I said, letting her continue. “Belle! My Mom is going to be so happy to meet you-“ I stopped her again. “Forgive me young girl, but I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” The girls eyes lit up. “My name is Citrine Coronet, my mother is Silver Solitaire. You are staying here to marry his majesty right? So the curse can be reversed?” My eyes softened as I realized what Citrine was implying, “Oh no, I was just planning on picking a flower from the castle garden. You see, Citrine, my father is horribly ill. He says that this castle holds a flower that should cure his sickness.” Citrine’s eyes lost all color, and her face paled. “Oh….and is this the only reason you wondered here?”  I felt pitiful of the young filly. Still, I said “Yes.” Citrine turned away from me, and every now and then I heard faint sniffles. I assumed she was crying, did vamponies cry? Still, I was enormously guilty for say thing such things, so I patted her on the back, and she turned to face me. “You’ll stay?!” I bit my lip for a moment, thinking about what I should say. “Yes.” I finally said, making the young filly yelp with glee. “Under one condition,” The girl stopped dancing her little jug (or whatever it was she was doing) and braced herself for what I was going to say next. “I get to return to my father once to bring him the flower for his medicine.” The girl nodded furiously and took my hoof in hers. “Now, come Belle! We must share the news with my mother!”