This is a tale about love, and how love, faith and true beauty are more powerful than wickedness and adversity.

For the story you are about to be told, took place during an age of true heroes and terrible villains. A perilous time where if one's beliefs and faith differed from the more egotistical higher authorities, you faced fierce persecution.

However, even in those times of fear and sorrow, one had to find the strength and faith to face a new day. To one such network of valiant people - friendship, loyalty and above all, love, were highly valued. But our story truly begins almost two years before a terrible catastrophe and the dire consequences that followed… it is a tale you may find familiar, yet in some ways very different from the versions you've either read or encountered…

In Ancient times, the Roman empire stretched from the wilds of Caledonia to the magnificent Mediterranean as far as the Arabian desert, tightening it's grip on what would soon be known as the Holy Land in the far future.

Far in the city of Rome, a young emissary lived in an elaborate villa. Although he had everything his heart desired, the youth was cold, reclusive and unyielding.

But then, one tempestuous spring evening, an old peddler woman stumbled into the villa and offered him a rare western rose, in return for shelter from the storm.

Repulsed by her ghastly appearance, the ambassador sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for Beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a woman of unearthly power and beauty.

The emissary tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart.

And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, placing a powerful spell on the villa, upon all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his property, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered, had become an enchanted mosaic, depicting two rosebushes each with twelve roses, representing two years, which will wilt/fade away as each month passes.

If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return before the time the final bloom vanished, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast until the end of his days.

As time passed, he fell into despair, and lost all manner of hope, for what woman could ever learn to love...a Beast?

AN:Of course instead of stained glass, I pictured a mosaic depicting the prologue

OK go easy on me everyone, this is one the few other fics not focusing on my KMQ OCs. It's cool if you like it and if not, ignore it. Simple as that.