The little girl, Grana by name was a mere peasant, no one would care if she were gone, but now she thanked all the gods and goddesses that the beast had apparently found her less than tasty.  She was shaking as she rose and ran as if the hounds of hell were chasing her towards the small village where she lived.  He'd chosen well, no one would have missed her but she would have missed living.<br/><br/>In the glade, the Princess danced and sang, it was lilting and lovely as the flowers sprang to life around her, unfolding and blooming in the moonlight.  She seemed a creature of legend as her arms were opened wide and she spun with her half closed eyes, unaware that a destiny she could not fight was approaching fast.