Upon the hill that overlooked the small French town in which Helena lived with her elderly father, two things were of notable importance. One being bushes that grew the berries she used to craft her paints and the other being an abandoned castle. Your abandoned castle to be precise.

She'd heard plenty of rumors about you; supposedly monstrous, wicked, a thief of children and widowed women. Perhaps she would have believed them too but, the few glimpses she'd managed to catch of you had swayed her from such.

You'd watch her through the dense foliage of the snow covered trees, trying your best to hide your massive form. A Beast in rumor and appearance, though as far as she could tell, not by nature. You were curious more than anything.

She'd make the trek up the hill once a month despite warnings from the villagers and this time was no exception. Basket in hand, Helena knelt by the bush she tended to start with and began to pluck the berries from its leaves.