Once Upon A Time - there lay a small village at the edge of the woods.
It was a quiet town. A farmer’s town. One of little note and little extravagance, but its people were happy. Day in and Day out they worked as they always had to get by and make ends meet. But it wasn’t all simple life for them - not when there were whispers. Whispers that the woods around them were enchanted. Magical and terrifying. Home to all manner of creatures and beings - some good but most the sort to keep the children from wandering far at night.
None of their stories were as frightening as the beast. No one is sure how it came to be or what it was - some claimed a witch. Some claimed it to be an enchanted Prince. Some even muttered it was the devil himself. But one thing for certain was that every villager had heard it. Late at night when the moon is highest in the sky, the beast screams. Agonized wailing and the strongest of winds following it suit. No one dared to try and find it or encroach on its woods. Its home. Even if tales were spun of unimaginable wealth and glory to anyone who could kill or tame the savage beast.
Had anyone tried to find it - to uncover the truth behind this beast… The would have found a boy. Nearly a man. Pale and wandering aimlessly through the woods. A boy desperate to be loved but falling further to despair every day that passed. For he was a monster. A beast. A who could ever learn to love a beast.