This story is based off Tangled to an extent. I own none of these characters and more or less the story line
Bitten
This is the story on how I died; but don't worry it is actually a pretty interesting story. But it all started with another person, with a chance of fate, and the birth of a prince...
The Kingdom of Primus Lune ruled peacefully with its people of all magical origin; being them wizards, muggles, or magical creature. When the new king was set on the throne though things changed.
A small collection of werewolves rose up against him; for their actions the pack was sent out of the kingdom and into the hills to live out the rest of their days. Since the day of the attack werewolves that had not been involved were shunned from the kingdom. Seen as second rate.
The king passed laws that set the life for werewolves at such a low standard most fled to the hills to join this mercenary's pack.
The king was young and naïve at this time; didn't know what the impact of those decisions would bring nor did he care at that current time. He was happily wed to a fair young lady whom he loved dearly, and soon she gave birth to a son.
Such a wonderful boy he was; light brown hair the caught the light like his father, almond shaped eyes with a mix of the queen's green and the king's brown, and a laugh that seemed to light up the room.
On the birth of their son the wizards lit their wands, and the muggles and magical creatures lit lanterns and let them into the sky. Everything seemed to look up in the kingdom at that moment but it was too soon to say such things.
The night of the little prince's first birthday was the day the werewolf pack went in for a secret attack; they were outnumbered by the royal guard. The members of the pack taken down one by one.
The leader though, he would not easily be taken, his heart set on revenge against the king that shunned him and his kind. He got to the castle during the chaos and crept through the halls.
His feet leading him to the nursery where the little prince slept; a smirk climbed onto his face.
In the dead of the night, under the light of the nearing full moon; the beast took the baby.
When the attack was over, and the losses counted, the king and queen were in deep sorrow and distress. With sadness in their hearts they searched for their lost child; but no signs of the baby could be found.
The whole kingdom would light the sky on the lost prince's birthday; hoping that one day the light would bring the small child home to them…
Over the years a small child would sneak from his room every night on his birthday to stare up at the lights that always appeared. His gold speckled eyes staring up at the sky in wonder. Feeling that somehow they were calling to him.
His name was Remus…
In a tower in the woods, far out from the kingdom, and in a small valley between two mountains there was a tower. It was settled by a river that flowed gracefully threw it and the sun shone at just the right angle that everything seemed to glow with life.
There was no door up to the tower, only a small window at the top, a few plants decorating the window sill. On the sill scurried a small brown rat.
Now this rat was a little plump in comparison to normal rats, and neither was it as dirty as the other rats. He was more of the domesticated sort; quiet happy to chew on food and sleep all day then run in a sewer.
This little rat looked around quickly before hiding behind one of the painted, potted plants that were on the sill. A few moments later the window shudders burst open to reveal a young man, barely past his teens.
"Gottcha!"
The boy blinked his eyes when he found nothing on the sill, his sparkling eyes catching sight of a tail flicking behind a pot. Moving his shoulder length hair from his face he smirked and pretended to turn back into the room in the tower.
"Well, I guess Wormtail isn't out here…"
The rat snickered behind the pot thinking he had tricked the boy looking for him; only for the snicker to change to a squeak of fear when he was suddenly picked up by the tail and held in front of the smiling and freckled face of Remus.
"That makes one hundred seventy-three for team Lupin, and nil for team Pettigrew. Best out of two hundred?"
Wormtail shook his head as the boy holding him sat on the sill; feet dangling over the edge to the drop below.
"Well then, what do you want to do?"
The rat's ears perked up at that and he pointed toward the outside world; hoping that today would be the day that Remus took the chance and left the tower. Remus only shook his head and sighed, a smile still on his face.
"You know I why I can't go outside, plus there is still a lot to do."
Remus swung his legs back into the tower and set Wormtail on to a table. The rat only rolling his small blue eyes. As Remus starting humming a little tune; the eyes landing on the clock that read seven.
Remus kept his humming up as he started on his usual chores; grabbing the broom and sweeping the expanse of the tower carefully. Under his breath making up little words to the tune he had been humming.
When the sweeping was done he started to polish the utensils, and then waxed the floor, mopped it, and made sure it was shined to perfection. Sweeping any excesses dirt that got on it when it had dried.
His eyes landed on the clock and it only read seven fifteen. He sighed and left the broom so it leaned against the wall and walked off; picking up Wormtail so he balanced on his shoulder. Moving to the book shelf and grabbing the three books that were balanced on it.
He had already read them about a dozen times but they were good enough for him to do in his spare time.
He rested his back to the head board and sighed flicking through the first book, scanning the passage on the danger of wizards lazily he had heard it all before when he was growing up in this place. He picked up the newer book and smiled; happily flicking through the idle tale of the land of Middle Earth a whole three novels packed in one.
He finished the first half of the story before getting up and stretching. His mind wandering as he shoved the last book under his pillow; a small little book on beginner's spells and enchantments.
"What you doing?"
Remus didn't glance at the boy behind him as he picked up the paints and looked around the tower trying to find a blank spot on the portrait covered walls.
"Painting, Wormtail." He smiled when he found a blank spot near the roof where his portrait of the night sky was still in progress.
Only thing missing was a few stars and the moon.
He grabbed the rope hanging from the ceiling and climbed up starting to work on the painting.
The boy under him that had been a rat watching from below; avoiding being splattered by paint as some of it dripped onto the ground.
"You shouldn't be so messy doing this!"
"Shut up, I am working."
It took an hour to even get the stars around where the moon was going to be before he came down. A smile on his face as a dark streak of paint stayed on his scarred cheek. He purposely avoided the moon, leaving it for last; unsure if it should be full or not yet.
He sighed as he moved to clean up; Remus focusing on everything but Peter. The blonde boy following him around as he grabbed the guitar and plucked a few strings to the tune he had been humming earlier.
"Wormtail, what should we make for lunch today?"
"Anything you won't burn too terribly. I didn't enjoy the black grilled cheese yesterday, you know."
Remus only rolled his eyes and put the guitar down. Starting to just make sandwiches for both of them; not minding when the rat climbed onto his shoulder as he made them; only sighing and rubbing between the little animals ears.
He leaned on the counter and started to eat his food; wondering to himself when something would happen in his life.
After the quick lunch he and Wormtail laid on the once clean floor and did a small puzzle; the other choosing to stay as a rat and nibble on the puzzle pieces when he was bored only to be swatted away by the young teen.
Both of them moved on to playing darts; Wormtail failing badly and pouting but Remus only laughed and told him that he would win next time if he tried.
The baking had to be the rat's favorite. Though Remus couldn't cook he could bake; the kitchen began to smell like cookies and cakes as they both moved around the kitchen and tried not to eat the pre-baked batter and dough. A smile on Remus' face as he cleaned up the pans.
While waiting for the treats to bake Remus started to finish the paper machete project he had been working on; a little house for Wormtail to stay in.
Ballet came next (which Remus usually fell over clumsily at; he only did it for Wormtail's amusement) and them some chess; the little pieces moving on their own when Remus called a move from where he had fallen on the floor.
Through the rest of the day he started to make another pot to have sitting on the window sill; played around with ventriloquize before Wormtail got annoyed and ran off. He made a few candles to replace the burnt out nubs.
After that work he cleaned off and stretched a bit; climbed up to the mural on the ceiling to see if it was dry. Stopping half way through his climb he spotted an empty spot above the fire place and grinned; jumping down he started to sketch out a painting to put there.
The sewing of a new shirt for Wormtail could be finished later; this seemed more important. With the sketch down and the base painting finished and drying he jumped down from the fire place and went to finish the book he was reading earlier.
Getting bored of the book he searched for any painting that needed to be touched up but was disappointed finding nothing. He ended up fixing himself up before going and finishing the painting he had been earlier.
His humming beginning again before words came to the tune.
"…stuck in the same place I've always been... and I'll keep wonderin', and wonderin', and wonderin' when will my life begin?"
He sighed, and focused on finishing painting the golden brown hair on the little figure that was sitting on a tree. The small figure was staring up at golden light and a glowing moon at a small crescent.
"Tomorrow night…the lights will appear; just like they do on my birthday each year."
He sighed and jumped down from the painting; making his way to the window he had left opened; his hands resting on it as he stared at the mountain that bordered the valley the tower was in.
"What is it like? Up there where they roam…now that I'm older father might just…let me go…"
His brown-gold eyes stared up at the blue sky longingly; a sigh escaping him silently. Wormtail watched sadly behind him; turning back into a person for and sitting on a chair. Maybe one day the young boy would realize that it was best to leave the tower.
A/N: I do realize this isn't like COMPLETELY accurate to the movie in terms of events but I don't think writing out the song is very fun...most of the time. And I mostly wrote this on a bus to a orchestra competition (and amusement park), Biology, and while my friend was rehearsing her play. So I had no access to watch EVERY second to the movie. Not like this is supposed to be completely accurate...just based of Tangled.