Hi, Emily Snow here! I was thinking about what would've happened if Flynn had made off with the satchel... in other words, had stuck with the deal. How would things turn out?

Read on for my impression of it.


Flynn Rider's dream was to own and island and have huge piles of money.

He saw this as quite a feasible aim, especially when he successfully stole the lost Princess' crown. Little did he know that the tower he decided to hide in was the home of the Lost Princess, however she didn't know herself.

She had a dream too.

A dream to see the floating lights rise up in the sky. She, Rapunzel, convinced Flynn to take her there and in return will give him his satchel where he was hiding the crown. He reluctantly agreed and together went on a magnificent journey which neither of them had expected to embark on. And Rapunzel fell in love with Eugene Fitzherbert not Flynn Rider. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't mutual.

"I have something for you too." Rapunzel gave Flynn Rider his satchel. "I should've given it to you earlier but-"

"My satchel!" Flynn cried, taking it out of Rapunzel's hands. She blinked, a little surprised by his reaction, but then with the sinking of the heart realised that was what she expected. It was part of the deal: he took her to the floating lights and she gave him back his satchel. No-one had broken the deal; there were no lies or deceit.

But for some reason, Rapunzel felt incredibly upset when Flynn rowed the boat to shore as fast as he could and got off the boat. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at him and even opened her mouth to say 'don't go' but nothing came out. She was overwhelmed with shock and hurt. She had never felt anything like it before, it was a new horrible feeling.

"Come on Blondie, let's get you home!" Flynn said before whisking Rapunzel off into the forest. He hadn't even bothered to look at her face to see how devastated she looked. Her stomach felt hollow and her heart broken in two. She looked at Pascal who was snuggling comfortingly into her neck as if to say sorry.

She barely registered the fact they were running through the dark trees and couldn't see a thing. She didn't want to go home. She wanted to go with Eugene. Who cares what her mother said about it? She hated her for feeding her lies about the world when it was a very nice place. But two things hit Rapunzel.

Mother was right. Flynn was leaving her just like that.

And Flynn wasn't very nice at all. It was Eugene Fitzherbert she had fallen in love with, but he seemed to be gone.

Far too quickly did they reach the thick vines covering the entrance to the land on the other side.

"Here you go. I'm sure you walk a little further by yourself?" Flynn said. He seemed adamant to leave her as soon as possible, no time to waste. He turned around to leave.

"Eugene, wait!" Rapunzel cried out. He turned his head to look at her. For a moment Rapunzel saw Eugene Fitzherbert with his caring eyes and kind face. But then it disappeared as it were never there.

"Eugene's not here." Flynn grunted before walking off, leaving her entirely.


That night, Flynn began to head to the nearby Kingdom, Centauri, where the most notorious and rich dealers of the land lived. He didn't even look back at Rapunzel once as he was far too determined to sell this crown off and get all the money he needed for his precious island.

A smile came to his face when he dreamt it. He was now one step closer to his dream. But something kept niggling him at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put what it was. He chose to ignore the petty sign and continued to walk, pleased with himself.

Once he reached Centauri he realised he didn't have to be as cautious around their Guards as he wasn't a known has a thief there. He was still however quick and fast as he headed to the dealers' hideout. He rushed in there, placed the crown on the table and demanded a huge sum of money. Though, the burly dealers weren't too happy with the price.

"What the hell is this?" the bigger one growled, fingering the dainty crown.

"The Lost Princess' crown," Flynn said simply. "Stole it right from the palace, it was a piece of cake."

"I see." The slightly shorter dealer said. His voice was considerably higher. "What's your name?"

"Flynn Rider. Yours?"

"Mark. And he's Zach," Mark said, pointing to his bigger companion.

"What makes you think this crown is worth that amount of money?" Zach demanded.

"Well, it's literally the last link to the Lost Princess they have. If it's gone the whole of Corona will be crying their eyes out and people would obviously want it back. But of course, if you have it, you could sell it back to them for an even higher price than I stated. So you're gonna be making a huge profit."

That was going to be highly unlikely and Flynn knew that. However, Mark and Zach were tempted.

"There are loads of diamonds on that thing. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires. Maybe you could take them off and put them on necklaces and rings to make huge money? People would beg for a bit of the Princess' crown... we could just say it was Sednari's Princess' crown. She's way popular than the Lost Princess, who gives a shit about her? She's probably dead now anyway." Even though Mark was talking in a low voice, Flynn could hear it all. Personally, he couldn't care less how they used the crown, as long as he got the money he desired, if not, more.

After much discussion they came to a decision.

"Flynn Rider!" Zach boomed. "We accept your deal."

"Ah! Thanks guys," Flynn grinned. He quickly snatched the crown off the desk and raised an eyebrow. "Where's the money then?"

Mark plonked a huge sack of money on the table. Flynn heard the clings and clangs of the golden coins. The sound was music to his ears.

"How much is it?" Flynn asked cautiously.

"One million golden coins." Said Zach. "Now take it before we change our minds, pretty boy."

"Thanks," Flynn snatched the sack of money and tossed them the crown. It was heavier than he expected but nevertheless, left Mark and Zach with the crown. He never felt more pleased with himself in his life.

And then he suddenly felt guilt. He had no idea why and tried to shrug it off and think of his island.

Yep, he felt better.


Ecstasy and Euphoria claimed Flynn Rider as he sailed, alone, towards his newly bought island. Coming at about 500,000 golden coins, he still had a lot to spare and certainly enough to pile up and roll about in. He laughed and cried all the way, overwhelmed by the fact he had finally achieved his dream. He had bought fine food and new clothes with him when he sailed which only took up a very small percentage of his money.

He fell onto the soft sand of his island and lied down, feeling the hot sun tan his face. And then he remembered.

He was alone. Why only tan his face? He stripped down until he was completely naked and baked in the hot sun. He felt so free, so relaxed, so calm.

When he felt hungry, he set up a fire and cooked some expensive meat he only ever had once. It was delicious. When it began to get colder, he changed into some comfortable clothes used for sleeping. He set up a hammock in between some trees and threw money all over the place. The feeling of the cold metal against his warm hands and then being set free over the grass and then being able to do it over and over again... positively orgasmic.

He went to lie down on his hammock and began to dream.

He dreamt of Rapunzel.

"Rapunzel..." he whispered in his sleep. He had almost forgotten about her amidst all the excitement of fulfilling his dream.

He dreamt of her every night. Every single night. It began to bother him. Why was he dreaming of some girl he had known for two days? She should mean nothing to him. But somehow, he couldn't stop thinking about her. While he tanned naked on the shore, while he cooked meals while he lay awake in the middle of the night. He even had a thought of her being here with him.

"Why would I want her with me?" he scoffed to himself. But he knew why. He couldn't lie to himself.

He loved her.

He was beginning to grown bored of the same continuous routine day after day. And after checking his reflection in the water, he realised he was already tanned. He looked around the island. Coins were spread everywhere carelessly. No one was around. He began to feel lonesome. Was this really his dream? Had he really wanted this? Or was this planted in his mind by the handsome rogue, Flynnigan Rider?

He was Eugene Fitzherbert. He didn't want this. What a selfish dream Flynn once had.

He wanted Rapunzel.

"I need to find her," he said to himself even though no one could hear. He got onto his boat and rowed as fast as he could to Centauri. He looked back on the money scattered across the grass and sand, glinting in the sunlight. He regretted nothing by leaving them as it would just remind him of the dark deed he once did. The island didn't really seem like his home. More like a holiday home he was never to visit again.


He rushed to Corona as fast as he could, barging past people roughly and ignoring their annoyed yells.

Once he did reach the Kingdom, he knew he had to slow down. Flynn Rider's face was still on the wanted posters and unfortunately had an uncanny resemblance to Eugene Fitzherbert. He didn't know how long it had been since he had last been in Corona. A week? A month? A year? He had lost track of time and didn't dare ask anyone what day it was in case they reported him to the palace guards.

He trailed through the forest, searching for those familiar vines. He had to find Rapunzel and apologise for Flynn's behaviour. He had to tell her that he loved her. Hopefully she still loved him back but he highly doubted it, after his treatment of her at their last encounter.

His heart surged with hope when he found the vines. He was incredibly tired having had hardly any sleep those past few nights. He didn't even care. He slipped in through the vines and found entry to the hidden land. The tower was still there.

"Rapunzel! Rapunzel!" he cried out. No reply. He climbed up himself as fast as he could; ignoring the scratches and burns he got from the untamed rocks. He opened the door.

"Rapunzel!" he shouted.

Nothing.

"Where...is she?" he said. "Pascal? You in here?" He searched the entire place but it was dark as the window above was closed. His hand explored every nook and cranny, in an effort to feel something remotely like a human hand. But no avail. Instead he felt a thin layer of dust on the surfaces and objects he touched. A sudden wave of realisation hit him and his heart sank. His fingers found a piece of paper.

He opened the door so light could enter and then, the words stood out to him loud and clear.

Dear Eugene,

If you are reading this now, I must say, thank you for coming back to the tower. Perhaps you came here to steal what has been left here, I will never know. Or perhaps you came here to find me? I prefer the latter.

Gothel has taken me someplace else by the time you are reading this. I have realised she is not my mother. I am the lost Princess.

Please don't freak out!

I don't know where she's taking me and I fear I will never see you or anyone ever again. But I love you, Eugene Fitzherbert. I would like you to know that. I know the feeling isn't mutual but I will feel better if you know.

Goodbye forever,

Rapunzel

Eugene stared at the piece of paper in shock. The same words repeated in his head: Rapunzel was gone, Rapunzel was gone, Rapunzel was gone. She was the lost Princess. He had sold her crown for his own selfish reasons. He was blinded by wealth to see what he really needed. And he had realised this too late.

What kind of monster was he?

Eugene sank to the floor in despair and held his face in his hands. He went over and over about what he had done, horrified by his actions. Wasn't it so obvious what Rapunzel was feeling that night? Her face had shown it all. Her body language stood out even in the darkness. Why was he such a bastard? She loved him but he ignored it ruthlessly and kept his eyes on the selfish prize.

Well. She had loved him.

Who knew what had happened to her now? She could have died in the hands of Gothel. Wet tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes, a sensation he had not familiarised with for a long while. Never before had he felt such emotion. Expect when his parents had died. Eugene couldn't believe this, couldn't believe how he couldn't recognise the love he had for Rapunzel when he first felt it. It had been masked by that stupid satchel and that stupid dream.

"I will find her." Eugene whispered determinedly. "Whatever it takes. I will find her."

She was his new dream.


Oh God, this is so bad. So some constructive criticism will be lovely.