k i made a tangled au with a crackship because i am complete human g a r b a g e
anyways enjoy the story.
Deep in a forest, lay a couple of wildlife and plants. On one of the trees, was a wanted poster of a man. This exact man narrates our story, somehow.
This is the story of how I died. But don't worry, this is actually a very fun story, and to tell you the truth, it isn't even mine.
This is the story of a girl named Victoria. And it starts, with the flowers. Now, once upon a time, there was this extremely special magic, orange flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
A cloaked woman is seen approaching the flower.
Oh, see that old woman there? You might wanna remember her. She's pretty important.
Anyways, generations past, as a city grows nearby, and one family was in need of some help, namely the Riveras, a family of shoemakers and musicians.
One of the members, Socorro, or Coco for short, well she was about to have a baby, and she was very sick, really sick. Julio, her husband, was determined to find a cure, or this case, a magic orange flower.
The same cloaked figure appears again as she heads to the marigold.
Ahh, i told you she'd be important. You see, instead of sharing the flower's gift. This woman, Mama Luciana, hoarded it's healing powers and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years. And all she had to do, was sing a special song.
Flower, gleam, and glow,
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine~
After she sung, her old appearance transformed into a beautiful, young woman.
Alright, you get the gist, she sings to it then turns young, creepy, right?
Luciana turned and heard whispering. She panicked as she feared the flower might be seen. She hid the marigold into the shrub, and left. Unknown to her, however, her lantern knocked over the shrub, revealing the marigold.
"Dios mio! We've found it!" Oscar, a Rivera, exclaimed, as he and his brother uproot it back to their home.
Luciana watched from afar, blaming herself for the exposure.
The magic of the marigold healed Coco, and thus, a healthy baby girl was born, with beautiful orange hair.
The baby girl is shown in her crib, happily staring at her parents as they warmly embrace her.
I'll give you a hint. That's Victoria.
Victoria playfully laughs as her parents place a small guitar next to her.
To celebrate her birth, the family played music and lit up lanterns. From that moment, everything was perfect, until that moment ended.
Night time approaches as the Riveras are asleep, but unknown to them, Mama Luciana was menacingly standing outside the room, which just so happened to be where Victoria was staying at.
The witch approached the small infant, with small scissors in her hand. She began to sing her song, as she attempted to cut a piece off of Victoria's hair.
Flower, gleam, and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reve...
She stopped however as she cut the piece off, only to find the lock of hair has turn a shade of ebony as well as losing it's magic. Her skin was reverted back to her old self.
Luciana panicked, as she wanted to remain young forever, so she came up with a plan.
Luciana broke into the room, stole the child, and just like that... gone. The family searched and searched but they were unable to find their lost child.
Deep into the forest, though. Luciana raised the girl as her own.
...bring back what once was mine,
what once was mine...
Victoria sang as Luciana brushed her hair, making her appearance young again.
Luciana had found her new magic flower, and she was determined to keep it hidden, forever.
"Why can't i go outside?" Little Victoria asked, innocently twiddling with her fingers.
"The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where it's safe, do you understand, flora?" Luciana explained.
"Yes, Mama." Victoria replied.
But the walls and location of the tower could not hide everything forever. Every year on her birthday, Coco and Julio would light up lanterns and float them into the sky, in hope that their lost daughter would return.
A small hairless dog is seen playfully running and hiding, trying to avoid being caught. He seems to be in a game of hide and seek.
"HA!" exclaimed a much older Victoria, opening up the tower window. She looked around for the hairless dog.
"Hm, well I guess Dante's not hiding out here.." She explained, her voice trailing off as she walked away.
Dante let out a sigh of relief as he sat down, only to get wrapped in Victoria's hair.
"GOTCHA!" She yelled, scaring the poor dog. "That's twenty two for me, how about, twenty three out of fourty five?" She asked the hairless dog, who gave a glare in response.
"Okay.." Victoria started. "What do you wanna do?" She asked.
Dante, using his tail, pointed to the outside.
"Oh no." Victoria started. "I like it in here, and so do you." She explained.
Dante then gave a Victoria and glare.
"Oh come on, Dante. It's really not bad in here." Victoria happily stated as she picked him up from the balcony. She soon begins to sings.
7 am the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores
And sweep til the floor's all clean~
Polish and wax
Do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then
it's like 7:15
And so I'll read a book, or maybe two, or three!
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery!
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically,
Just wonder
when will my life begin?
Victoria, with a freshly baked pie in her hand, examines her mural, and decided it was time for a new look.
Then after lunch it's puzzles, and darts, and baking
Papier mache, a bit of ballet,
And chess,
Pottery, and ventriloqilty
Candle making,
Then I'll stretch
Maybe sketch
Take a climb
Sew a dress!
And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare,
I'll paint the walls some more,
I'm sure there's room somewhere
And then I'll brush and brush, and brush, and brush my hair!
Stuck in the same place I've always been...
Victoria, after a session of doing her daily jobs, sits on a nearby ledge and brushes her long, orange hair. After doing that, she stops and wonders what to do next.
And I'll keep wonderin', and wonderin
And wonderin', and wonderin'
when will my life begin?
Victoria looks outside at her window with a longing look.
Tomorrow night
The lights will appear,
Just like they do on my birthday
Each year
What is it like?
Out there where they glow?
Now that I'm older
Mother might just,
Let me go
Victoria adds one last finishing touch on her painting and she stops singing, hoping one her mom might just finally let her go.
hey guys after a long huge break from writing I is back with a new story. Don't worry, I haven't abandoned the swapped au, it's still a work in progress, but is it getting there!