This…for this there are no words.

The only way is to tell it all.

So, not too long ago, after my parents got married, you know them- Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert. Well, they had a child, and that child was me.

They would always tell me stories about a lost princess locked away in a tower her whole life until a handsome thief came along and they set off on an adventure together…and somehow they fell in love- but the evil witch who had kept the princess in the tower the whole time realized the princess had escaped…and she sought out to kill the thief. The girl was so precious because of her magic, golden hair that could heal when one sang the healing incantation. Eventually, the pair was separated, and the thief was to be hanged for his crimes while the princess went back to the tower with the witch. When the thief escaped and hurried to his love, he was killed by the witch. But the princess tried to save him, only for him to cut her hair, and the witch died. Then, the princess saved him with her tears and they lived happily ever after.

It was my favorite story.

One night, there was a ball for my 16th birthday. I had on a very elegant and elaborate dark pink-blue dress, and I looked in the mirror. Only my hair had to be done. I looked to the side and saw my tiara. I sighed as I reached for it.

Then my mother came in. "Sara!" She smiled knowingly. She walked over and picked up my hairbrush and ran it through my hair. I sat down in the cushion seat in front of the mirror and Pascal crawled from mom's shoulder onto my lap. "You're going to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom when I'm done with you!" Mom grinned.

"I don't know about that."

We both looked to the source of the sound and saw my father leaning against the door frame.

"Eugene." Mom warned, even though she had a huge smile crowding her face.

"Oh Rapunzel. I can't help it. You're so beautiful!" He crossed the room and kissed her.

I saw Pascal turn red and I smiled gently.

True love never goes gray- I'd always remind Pascal.

Mom and dad eventually stopped and the gazed into eachothers eyes.

My grandparents came in and smiled knowingly but my parents were oblivious. And then they winked at me and left the room, leaving my parents and me still in the room.

The way my father looked at my mom, was something I dreamed that someone would one day stare at me. And the way my mother gazed up at him, as if he were her knight in shining armor- I wished I could see some one that way.

Maybe tonight was the night. There was going to be princes there. Maybe one of them was for me. It was my grandparents idea to invite all these potential heirs…I thought it was just a way to unite two kingdoms to make a strong empire, but no one seemed to look at it the way I did.

Suddenly, my parents remembered me.

"But she's our jewel. She's both of us. Every best feature is hers- making her even more precious and beautiful," Dad smiled, looking at me. I could never tell if that was a cover up so I wouldn't be angry he'd called his wife more beautiful or if he really thought mom and I were equal- but mom was the one he had to kiss up to…I couldn't tell.

But dad was right. I did have each of their best features. I had Dad's eyes and hair…but I had mom's figure and face. My hair was much longer than hers though, it being halfway down my back- like how my grandmother used to style hers.

I got up and finished getting ready. I put dozens of my favorite flowers in my hair, after I had braided it so it hung down to my shoulders.

I stood in the doorway, waiting for my parents to finish walking the grand stairs after being introduced.

"Princess Sara- the belle of the ball!" the announcer finished and I began my descent. I tried to hold up my head proudly, and my tiara gleamed.

Then, after everyone started to dance a very, very handsome young man came up to me and held out his hand.

"Would you like to dance princess?" He asked. I gazed up into his dark yet clear turquoise eyes.

"And who are you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Prince Luke or Atheisa." He bowed. Atheisa? That was a very vast and powerful kingdom…I realized then the crown he was wearing.

"Of course." I nodded and I took his hand. He led me to the center of the ballroom and we started to spin around, dancing. I did not dance with any other princes, I had found the most handsome one that had come, on the very first dance. I gazed up into his eyes and he looked down into mine. The world seemed to fade away, and all noise disappeared. I started to wonder- Could it be him? When Maximus somehow got in and galloped towards the party. His brutal force knocked Luke into the buffet table, and me to the ground. I abruptly stood up, and watched Maximus leave as quickly as he had come.

My wide hazel eyes zoomed in on Luke as all the servants attended to him, and Luke was very angry and he muttered things unintelligible from where I stood.

Terrified, I ran out of the ballroom through the door to the castle grounds. I found Maximus, simply standing there, looking proud.

"Max!" I hissed and he did not look at me.

I stomped over and grabbed his reins. "Luke must hate me now! It was so perfect! Why did you ruin everything?" I yelled.

Then my face lit up. I climbed onto Max and told him to run, just anywhere away from here where I couldn't be found. He obeyed and took me through the forest, until we slowed by a large rock with leaves hanging down in front, like a curtain. Then Max galloped towards it.

"Max…" I eyed the coming obstacle. "Max…MAX!" I screamed but we were already through. I opened my eyes and saw a magnificent tower before us. "Oh wow." I breathed.

I hopped off Maximus. "Thanks boy…this place is perfect." And I left him, searching for a way to get in.

I eyed a window, but it was too high. Too bad I wasn't in my riding gear- I couldn't climb up wearing a dress! Or at least, I could've had my archery gear and used that to climb the wall. There had to be another way in. I searched along the wall, and I eventually found a gap. I pulled it down until I faced a small passage.

Amazed, I ran to Max and fed him an apple. "Good boy. Just don't let anyone find me okay? Not even mom and dad. I order you to overrule my orders to theirs. I'm running away." I started for the passage, when Max neighed.

"I'll come back when I'm ready Maximus." I told him and I watched him leave the hideout. I went in the hole and continued until I bumped my head on something. I pushed it up and saw a speck of light. I pushed it over more and climbed up into the tower. I had found my way in.

I took in everything. The art on the walls, the kitchen…someone lived here. But seeing how dusty everything was- I figured, it had been a while since the tower had been home to someone. I went upstairs and even though light shone through the window, it looked like a dark place. There seemed to be like 70 feet of brown hair all over, and there was a broken mirror on its side…but also more amazing artwork…and a chess table…and all these fun things to do. I looked out the window and saw a dark red cloak. I hadn't seen that before.

I decided to clean. I took all the hair and put in the corner, I'd use it for things I'd need around here, like getting in and out of the window. I put the mirror back up and tried to put all the glass pieces where they should be. After it was all glued and done…it looked only half-bad. I cleaned the tower from top to bottom and when I was done, the tower looked even more amazing than before. Those painting styles on the walls looked familiar but I couldn't remember from what.

Then, a cold breeze struck me. I remembered the cloak and used the hair to haul myself down there to get it. I picked up the soft dark red fabric and put it on, then climbed the dark brown hair back up. Once inside again, I took the hair and put it in the corner.

Then the chill grew stronger and wind tore at me. The cloak flew off and in an instant, a young, pretty curly-black-haired woman stood in front of me.