Hey! This is going to be a Rapunzel themed fic. The story will be very much like Tangled but it will have a few differences for the story's sake. Also the character Seraphina is Clary. Ok, I think I went over all you need to know but if anyone has any questions about who is who and what not just ask. Some of the characters identities are unknown on purpose but others I'm just not adding because it doesn't flow explaining who every single person is. Also, disclaimer, I do not own the TMI characters. I would also like to add I got the inspiration for this story from another Rapunzel fic called Never Yet Beheld by Issi Herondale. I got a few ideas for this story from that story so I felt it was important to add that in there. Anyway enough with the AN. I hope you enjoy the story.

There was once a land with magic. A land where the sun would grant gifts of life. There was also once a woman who longed for a daughter. She and her husband finally had a child, but he was a son. The women was a wonderful mother and loved her son very much but she still yearned for a daughter. After years of no success, the man sought out a sorcerer. The sorcerer told the man that a child would be conceived but that they must find the plant of the sun in order to ensure a healthy birth. The desperate couple searched high and low for the magical flower. One day the women felt that the baby would be coming shortly. The man was forced to search on his own clinging to the hope of safety for their unborn child. During his last attempt, he found the magical flower. Bringing it back to his wife just in time for her to drink its essences before the birth. The parents rejoiced as the baby was born in resemblance to her mother and brother with startling green eyes. Their joy was short lived however as the sorcerer came back that same night and demanded payment in the form of their new child. The parents were devastated as their youngest child was swept away. The child was hidden away in a tower, the sorcerer raising the young Seraphina as his own. On the other side of the kingdom, a young prince lived in the palace pleading for the day he would be treated as his siblings were. As a son and not just the heir.

The prince was just passed his twenty-first year when his father sent for him. Jace entered the throne room to see what his father needed of him.
"Son, you are to be king one day. And as such, I believe it is time you married." Jace looked at his father in astonishment.
"Marry?" Jace asked stunned. "You must be joking," Jace stared his father down. Jace had been with women before. It was in his nature to act out against what he was supposed to and not to do. If it was the wrong thing to do Jace had surely attempted it. Though Jace had a strong carefree and reckless facade in truth he took his leadership seriously. The king knew if polished properly he could yet make Jace a diamond of a king. It was the polishing he was concerned with. Jace often sought other pass times to foolery only truly doing it to attempt at true fatherly concern. But the king had none to give to his eldest child. He was the heir first. Though Jace had a strong and skilled mind his acting out had blinded the people into seeing nothing but a reckless prince who'd end up getting himself killed before his coronation. The possibility of his early demise had been discussed before on several occasions. If it were to take place the king's second son Alec would not accept the title as heir leaving it to the king's third child Isabelle. Isabelle prayed this day would never come knowing her youngest brother Max was raised even more lax than that of her and Alec and would never be fit to rule. And though the chance was also small as a princess as queen marrying a stable boy was completely absurd. And yet her heart truly did belong to the stable boy. But back to the matter at hand for Isabelle's heart was not the one in peril at this very moment.
"I would think this might ground you. Maybe with a bride to think of you'll realize how many people will be depending on you. And perhaps this will end your foolish endeavors into the woods!" The king cried. The prince was in outrage.
"I will not marry! Not for you or anyone else! Whichever princess you were planning to pawn off on me will have to be disappointed!" The prince stormed out of the throne room before his father could utter another word. As Jace stormed toward the stables he ran into a friend. Jonathan Graymark the son of Archduke Lucian or Luke Graymark and Duchess Jocelyn Graymark.
"What happened with your father?" Jonathan asked concerned with his friend.
"He is forcing me to marry," Jace spat. Through his anger, he noticed something in his friend's eyes. "What is it, Jonathan?"
"It's just," his friend began. "In a week's time the lanterns will again be lit," he sighed. Jace clasped his older friend's shoulder. At the age of 4, Jonathan's parents had lost their second child to a deal with a sorcerer. On that fateful day, they cast lanterns into the air hoping their daughter would one day return. Every year since they lit the lanterns on her birthday. As more people noticed over the years the whole kingdom soon filled the sky with lanterns hoping one day the young girl would return. This year would be her 19th birthday and nearly the whole kingdom would be mourning a lost child. Jace comforts his friend before continuing his way to the stables. Jace's luck still seems to be intact as he reaches the stables to find the stable boy nowhere in sight. He must be eating. Jace thought noting it to be the servants' dinner time. Jace leaped on his horse and rode far into the woods. Earlier that day Seraphina had a talk with her own father.
"Are you sure you must be away that long? You'll miss my birthday," she said. She had been disappointed knowing there was no way her father would let her go out on her own. She thought that maybe she could persuade him to take her to see the floating lights but if he would be away there was no point in even asking.
"I'm sorry Seraphina, but I promise to return with more paints and canvases than you can imagine." That Sunday morning had not gone as she had hoped. She would be 19 the following week but he would not return until two weeks after that point. She was in need of more painting room though, the walls were all but filled and she'd long run out of drawing paper.
"All right father, let me help you with preparations, three weeks is an awfully long trip. Where are you going?"
"There are many ingredients that go into my potions, some are found very far off. It's a week's travel and I'll need at least a week there so yes, it will take quite some time." That night Seraphina read while itching to draw. That same moment two men were in the woods. One was the sorcerer on his way toward the kingdom and the other was the prince on horseback who'd been riding all night to get as far away from it as possible.