Prologue
As a child my mother would bring me various things home to keep me quiet or from asking questions. Among these things were dolls and paint but mostly books. I would always read fairy tales where the handsome prince would come and save the beautiful princess. And because of those stories I would dream my prince would come and take me away from this horrid tower.
As I grew older my wish of that happening grew stronger. I would imagine what grass would feel like under my bare feet or what it would be like to swim in the river or to climb a tree. I would always beg my mother "Please! Can't I go out this once?" And she would always respond with "Rapunzel, we've spoken about this, you are never to leave this tower. Ever!" My other was always quick to get upset when this conversation would come up. And I was slightly dumbfounded by that. I would soon be 18 and that meant I would soon be a woman. When I would brings this up mother would say "I know Rapunzel, but I would become lonely without you. I'd become a shriveled up old woman.
Little did I know she was telling the truth. that time I didn't realize my dream of leaving would come true soon. And it wasn't going to be my prince charming or a night in shining armor. What I didn't know though was that something much darker and even crueler would be the one to take me from here.