Disclaimer: I do not own the story Rumplestilskin. All other characters are mine. Oh and a couple ideas I used out of Labyrinth are not mine either.
Once upon a time there was a girl and her father. The girl's name is Rebecka. Her mother died long ago and left Rebecka and her father the farm to take care of. Times were hard and the selfish King Marc raised the taxes.
On this bright sunny day the father is out working in the field with their old mule that pulled the plow. The girl looks up from picking herbs in the garden she managed to keep. She swore that she heard her father yell. She seeks him out and sees him standing in the field but not the mule. She picks up the skirt of her plain brown dress and runs to her father.
"What will we do now without the mule?" He cries out, for the mule is dead.
Rebecka winces at the sight of the dead animal. "Come inside, Dad, we'll figure this out,"
But they did not. For hours the old man twisted and turned, not able to fall asleep.
Finally, at midnight he sat up, for he has a grand plan, or so he thought. He went to wake his daughter.
"Rebecka," He says. "Tomorrow we shall go to the castle and tell the King you can turn straw into gold," He grins toothily as she looks strangely at him.
"Are you ok, Dad?"
"I'm fine!" He protests.
"But I can't turn straw into gold, it's impossible,"
Her father puts one finger up, like one does when one has a very good point.
"Ah, yes, but you are very pretty and I'm sure the king will make you his wife,"
Rebecka is beautiful, with big green eyes, black curly hair and a pretty smile. But she wasn't stupid. And they didn't have other choices. She nods.
"Ok, Father, we will go tomorrow,"