I got this cooool idea from outta nowhere, so .. yea :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Tangled ... BUT I WILL OWN THE DVD! CAN'T WAAAIIT! .EVER!
Prologue
It was a cold, dark night. The Kingdom of Corona was fast asleep, all except a fragile, sick woman and a strong, but tired man, running into the light-less village, holding a lamp.
"John! Hurry!" the running woman whispered at her husband, who was trailing behind. They were damp and sweaty, slowing down once they reached the alley of the village.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Miriam?" John asked her wife, who looked helpless and tired. Miriam stared at the innocent little baby wrapped around a blanket in her arms, then stared into her husband's deep, brown eyes. She nodded, saying: "This is our only choice."
"This wouldn't have been our choice if you didn't steal the Queen's Necklace! What were you thinking, Miriam?" John exclaimed, facing his wife.
"I thought it would save our family!"
"By how, Miriam? Living life stealing just to make our baby's life happy?"
"Yes!" Miriam, yelled at her husband. Both stared at each other in anger, but calmed down and embraced.
"But he won't know his parents! We won't get to see our little boy grow up!" John pleaded, removing the blanket that was covering the baby's face.
It's eyes were open and he started to smile and giggle, reaching out his hands to his abandoning parents.
"He has your eyes," John whispered, touching his baby's face for the last time.
Miriam tried to hide the tears from overflowing, but failed. She has always wanted a little baby boy, but never wanted to give him away. John started to tear up as well. They both kissed the baby and laid him in front of a small house with "Ms. Lily's Orphanage" in big words above the wooden door. They hesitated, but as soon as John was about to knock, Miriam picked up the baby boy and hugged him so hard, the baby started to cry. She knocked the door and laid the baby back on the doorstep and ran away, tears overflowing, along with her husband.
The door creaked open, and out came a middle-aged woman with black hair and soft, brown eyes. She looked tired and sleepy, but once she saw a baby on the floor crying, her eyes opened wide and picked it up. She carried it inside and lifted the blanket off it so she can see the baby. "He's a boy..."she said to herself. Seeing the baby open it's eyes, she saw how beautiful they were. "Oh... what beautiful brown eyes!" she said amazed, and with that she picked up the baby, gave it a new blanket and carried it up to a small canopy. She rocked the canopy back and forth until the baby was fast asleep.
As they trailed deep into the wood, John, still saddened by giving away his precious son, asked Miriam a question.
"Miriam, i-if you got to name our son, what would've you named him?" Marian turned to face his husband. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up at him and smiled.
"I would've named him... Eugene."