This will be a retelling of the fairytale about Rapunzel, set in the Once Upon a Time story. There will be very many differences from the original story and the Disney movie, but there will be elements from them. I do promise you long golden hair and a tower :D I have chosen to use the name Petrosinella from one of the oldest telling of this tale, only because I think it would be weird for the two main characters names to sound alike.
This story is also a sort of reaction to Once Upon a Time's "Skin deep" episode. As much as I liked Belle, I wished for her to be a stronger and darker character, more consistent with Rumpelstiltskin's personality. So I decided to write my own character.
I do and will ship Rumbelle until the end of the series. This story is just a take on the situation and an exploration of the magical world.
English is not my first language and this is my very first fanfiction. So please be kind.
The absent minded Nova had not been the only fairy to accidentally loose a whole batch of fairy dust in one place. It was, in fact, quite a common occurrence in the magical realm. Where else would extremely magical objects, such as unrusting swords that cut through anything, weathered boots that let the wearer stride miles at a pace or porridge pots that are always full, come from? And these objects are important and useful to the people of the land. Such things never cause problems. Not extremely big ones anyway. But when the dust touches a living being, now there is where real trouble begins. And no one is more in trouble, then the poor soul that the batch of fairy dusts hits.
One such occurrence happened in the kingdom of Severo on the night of the Light festival. It was the most awaited night of the year. The merchants, farmers and workers were bustling through the streets, happy and tired from the day's celebrations, trying to find an open place with a good view to the castle. The dwellers of the castle, nobility and servants alike, too were gathering in the courtyard or near bigger windows to get a glimpse of the upcoming fireworks and lanterns. This has always been a great event in the kingdom and everyone wanted to see. Even the three little princesses – the older two so tired that they had a hard time keeping their eyes open, and the youngest, still a baby in the nursemaids arms – were permitted to see the spectacle. They were standing on the balcony of their rooms in their sleeping gowns, yawning profusely, despite the excitement, the oldest one bragging quietly to the younger, how she had seen the fireworks last year and how she already knows how wonderful they would be.
At the very same moment, a fairy named Nissa was speeding through the air in a blaze of purple and gold, nearing the castle of Severo. The young fairy was muttering mild curses and complaints under her breath, how the high fairy had kept her waiting, how she will not make it in time to spread the dust, how inconsiderate other people are of her time. She was in fact so preoccupied with her own consideration of her time, that she didn't even notice a rocket shooting her way until the very last second. That second was well enough for her to get a grip and slip fast out of its way (fairies are known for their speed). Poor Nissa was hovering in midair, breathing heavily holding onto the bag of fairy dust as hard as she could, thinking of what could have happened if she had dropped it. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, another rocket was speeding at her, and another and another… She was barely able to avoid them, but with a lot of skill and a little luck she dodged the rockets, hearing them pop and seeing them illuminate the sky above her. As the last of them went by Nissa was relieved that this was over. Too relieved perhaps, because the last one went by too close, nicking the bag of dust and sending a batch of it straight down to earth in a sparkling pillar of light.
Just bellow Nissa, on the balcony, the little princesses squealed in delight as the pretty lights painted the night sky with a million colors. They twirled and dance around, looking above, until the middle princess saw a slightly different light coming down towards her. She just stood there, mesmerized by the beauty of it until the sparkling dust fell right on top of her. The princess felt tingling throughout her whole body, especially the top of her head. It was a nice feeling. A feeling of warmth and energy. She felt like the very joy and excitement that she and her older sister had been feeling just now at the sight of the fireworks. She looked around and her smile faltered. Her sister was not joyous as she was. She looked scared and tears were watering in her eyes. The nursemaid was also frightened, one hand covering her opened mouth, the other holding the youngest princess tighter to her. The dusted princess couldn't understand. Had something horrible happened to her that she was not aware? She turned on her heel and quickly ran to her room and faced the tall mirror by her bed. She looked at the reflection, wanting to see herself, but it seemed like someone else was staring at her. The mirror showed a figure that seemed to be glowing with a golden light. The skin, once pale, was now shining with a warm tone, but the light wasn't coming from it. It was merely reflecting the shine of her hair. What once was a mass of dull brown waves had turned into a halo of silk like strands that could rival the sun with their shine.
The princess stood there, transfixed by the change in her, not sure what to do next, when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with the nursemaid.
Princess Petrosinella, I believe we should talk to his majesty about this. – said the woman quietly and guided the confused girl out of the room.
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