This is my first Pokemon fic so I'm sorry if it's bad. This based off of the movie Tangled (because I'm a die-hard Disney Fanatic) using Pokemon characters. This will be a contestshipping story. If this story is successful, then I might do the same for other pairings and Disney movies. If you've watched Tangled before, great! If you haven't, well, read on anyways (though beware, I will have spoilers). If you have no interest in the movie, please read my story first, then see if you want to see it or not. I hope you Pokemon freaks will welcome me as well as the Avatards. Please review. Oh well, as I say with all my other stories... On with the fic!

-splattermusic

I do not own Tangled or Pokemon. If I did, May and Drew would still be in the show and Disney movies would become so sweet, it'll give you diabetes


Prologue

This is the story of the time I died. Oh, don't worry; it's actually quite a fun story. Well, to be honest, it's not even about me. It's about a girl named Maybella Rose.

You see, one day, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens and landed onto the earth.

The air was cold and bitter. The sick and old were around every corner. The heavens let mercy upon the mortals and poured a droplet of golden sun down from above. The omniscient clouds parted for the sacred light and the droplet collapsed on the dirt.

And from that drop of sunlight, came a golden flower.

A single, green weed pushed its way out of the soil. As leaves sprouted from the sides, the plant proved to be anything, but a weed. The green stem began to twist out slowly. A glowing, yellow bud emerged from the short stalk and as the petals spread out, the stem stopped twisting. The flower had six petals, three overlapping three. Each was a golden hue with a bright, purple center. Tan stamens burst from the middle. And the plant was stationary.

An old woman, cloaked in yellow stood behind a bush, hiding. She inhaled the flower's scent; it smelt of caramelized roses simmered in red wine. As she greedily grinned, her eyes glowed with endless ideas.

A few skips away was a little village on an island, a quaint little place, really. After a few centuries, the village became a town, then a port city, then a kingdom. This was the kingdom of Petalburg.

This kingdom had a king and queen, King Norman and Queen Caroline Rose. They ruled with nobility, generosity and strength. That was until the queen became ill with a baby on the way.

A light-brunette haired woman lied on a grand bed, her stomach bulged with expectancy. A man, blue-haired and nervous knelt next to her, caressing her hand. His eyes stained red, to the brim with tears. The woman began to breathe heavily and looked to a man nearby in a white coat. He had a stethoscope in his ears and put the end on her heart. He placed the tool down and looked down to the ground, unable to face the king with the upcoming news. But the king could tell anyways.

She wasn't going to make it. About this time, people began to look for a miracle for their beloved queen. And that miracle was a flower.

People of all kinds, soldiers, royal guards, peasants, and even nobles set off into the forests with lanterns in their hands, and began to search.

Deeper into the forest was the flower, covered with a camouflaged basket. The old woman sneered and lifted the basket off.

You see, this isn't an ordinary flower. This flower could heal anything. All you needed to do was sing a little song…

The old hag opened her mouth and wove her hands around the flower, "Flower, gleam and glow.

"Let your powers shine."

Her voice turned from high and raspy to deep and sultry. Her skin began to tighten against her flesh. Her white hair began to darken to a deep grey hue. Her eyes beamed with life and her lips grew redder. "Make the clock reverse,

"Bring back what once was mine," She drew her hands up to her face, causing a puff of gold to symbolize the completion of the transformation, "what once, was mine."

That, is Mother Karen, she wanted the power of the flower all to herself.

Mother Karen felt the shouts of the palace guards against her ears. Frantically she dropped the basket onto the blossom and ran. In her hurry, she lifted her lantern and swung it carelessly, knocking the basket over…

The guard, garbed in red, looked behind a tree, upon a golden flower. He gasped in a bout of a sense of Eureka. "Over here!" he calls to his fellow guardsmen. They carefully dug their finger through the dirt and lifted the plant from its resting point, root and all.

From the behind the bushes, Mother Karen glared.

The guards took the flower back to the queen and king. Servants delicately cut the flower off of its stalk and placed it in a bowl of clear water. The blossom dissolved into the liquid, staining the water to a color close to liquid gold. The king grasped the metal bowl from the bottom. His hand shook back and forth, nearly spilling the antidote. He nervously brought it to his wife's mouth. His arm stopped, nearly an inch from her lips. Possibilities of the medicine failing raced through his mind, he knew he couldn't let it happen. Suddenly, he felt soft, delicate, weak hands underneath his own. The queen lifted the bowl herself and lusciously drank.

A few days later, a beautiful baby girl was born. She was dubbed after the flower that had healed her mother, Campanula Maybellaculus. She was named, Maybella Rose.

A small baby girl, with unusually long hair, lay on her back in a white crib. Her first memory was her rose mobile, the rose, the kingdom's signature. Her parents hugged each other and smiled. Their daughter had locks of golden hair, too beautiful to cut and light, sea-blue eyes. Queen Caroline leaned down and lifted her from the wooden bed. The king and queen walked to the balcony and outside, a cheering crowd stood below. The king exhaled proudly and let a single floating lantern into the night sky. Everyone stared at the pink-yellow glow, emitting from the cloth light, until it disappeared beyond the clouds and into the heavens.

The kingdom went into a great moment of peace. But this moment didn't last.

A yellow dressed and black robed woman slipped into the royal bed chambers, as silent as the night breeze. She excitedly peered into a nearby crib. Her wrinkled face deviously grinned. Carefully, with a finger, she lifted a couple strands of the child's hair. She softly sang, "Flower, gleam and glow.

"Let your powers shine.

"Make the clock reverse," she slowly reverted to her younger state, "bring back what once was mine," She drew a knife, "what once was…" she cut the tresses. The lock quickly turned a light chocolate color. Mother Karen gasped and let the hair drop from her hand. The sudden noise had awoken Maybella and she began to cry. Panicking once more, Mother Karen swept the baby into her robe. The queen and king halted their once peaceful slumber to see the love of their life in the arms of a hag. Karen glanced back and jumped off the balcony.

And just like that, they disappeared. The kingdom searched for years hoping to find the lost princess, but to no avail. Somewhere, deep within the neighboring forest, just like Campanula Maybellaculus, there was a tower with three rooms, one window and no doors. There, Karen raised the child as her own.

A young girl voice piped from the tower, "Heal what has been hurt.

"Change the fate's design.

"Save what has been lost,

"Bring back what once, was mine…What once was mine." The little girl sat soundly in the stool, patiently singing as her dear mother brush her three-foot-long hair. She stared into the cackling fireplace. "Mother?"

Karen glowed with youth, "Yes, my flower?"

"Why can't I go outside?" she asked so innocently.

Karen sighed as she continued to brush, "The world is a dangerous place, full of people who want to hurt you for your hair. That's why you have to stay. Understand, May?"

May sighed dejectedly and whispered, "Yes, Mother."

"That's my girl," Karen placed the brush on the floor next to her red velvet armchair. She leaned forward and kissed May on the head, "I love you dear."

"I love you more," she replied.

"I love you most."

But even Mother Karen couldn't stop her curiosity.

May trotted down the stairs, her long hair trailing behind and examined her mother's room. Mother Karen was asleep as planned. May tip-toed to the singled window and opened it. She gazed upon the pink-yellow lights in awe. Dreamily, she crossed her arms on the window pane and laid her head down.

Every year, on the princess's birthday, the kingdom would release thousands of floating lanterns, in hopes that the lost princess will some day return home.


Didya like it? Please review! I have kids to feed!... no not really, I'm a thirteen-year-old girl with low self esteem so please review. Should I continue? Or should I not? Will only the Tangled fans like it? Or will the fans hate it but the Disney hater love it? Or will no one like it and it will be left in the dark corner of my least popular stories like 'Inspiration from a Friend' and 'The Baron'? I'll only find out if you provide feedback.

If you can figure out who Mother Karen is from the Pokemon world (strangely, everyone forgets her), you get a cookie! First person to find out gets a mention in the next chapter.

P.S. Campanula Maybellaculus is pronounced cum-pun-you-la may-bel-lack-cue-lous

-splattermusic