Many have heard the tale of Rapunzel. A fair maiden with forever long golden hair, the hair supposedly had magical powers, and her tower without doors. The DarkOne has decided to test the tale. After searching he had finally found this doorless tower that held this unseen maiden. He smiled delighted with himself, then cast his teleportation spell to arrive inside, he flicked his wrist. Confusion filled him when his spell failed. "What is this?" He frowned up to the tower window. " Right, right. The words... What were the words?" Rubbing his chin he paced back and forth a few steps.

Rapunzel sat at her vanity mirror admiring herself and her soft hair, she brushed her loose hair lazaly. Then a voice called up to her.

"Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair to me!" the voice was raspy, but confident. She glided over to the window and peered over to the man. Rapunzel was unafraid, smiling really, there was a small feeling of pleasure welcoming a guest into the tower. It had been the first in a very long time. She took hair and wrapped it around a peg inside the tower, gathered arm fulls of her hair and tossed it out for the stranger to climb. Up he did he climb, faster than anyone could climb. He leaped in through the window, and Rapunzel drew her hair back into her tower.

"Evening Darie." The DarkOne said to her with a large smile meant to cause uneasiness.

"Evening sir, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" She said sincerely, walking back to her brush, and continuing her work.

"I have come to free you from the witch that keeps you here." He walked around the tower rubbing his hands together slyly.

"Well then sir, you have arrived far too late."

"What?"

"You are too late." She said boredly " The witch has been gone for quite a long time."

"How long?"

"I'm not to sure. I don't have a very good sense of the passing of time."

"Well then I have come to free you from your tower."

"Really?" She said skeptically.

"Yes. For a price I will free you from this place."

"No."

"No?" The DarkOne's face crinkled in frustration.

"No, I do not want to leave my tower. This is my home. I can leave without your help."she said harhly. She didn't like the idea of a strange coming and assuming she was in need. "Did you want something? Do you need me to help you?"

"Do you know who I am?" He laughed at the accusation. "I am the DarkOne! I can do anything. Anything I wish is mine. I need nothing from you!"

"Sure you didn't want me to fix your leg?"

"I'm sure." He replied coldly.

"Very well. It's been nice meeting you then." The imp just stared baffled at this woman who did not fear, nor want anything from him. She looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "You don't need me, and I don't need you. If you only came here to bargain with me." She turned to him looking into his eyes, and not for a moment away. "You have nothing for me."

"There is always something. People always wish for something." He rubbed his forehead. "Maybe not freedom. Love?" He perked up at his own suggestion. "Perhaps you would like to find the love of your life?"

"No. I don't want love."

"Who doesn't want love?" He was now more baffled than before.

"Who would love me? No. I do not want love. Thank you. DarkOne." She smiled as she said his title. "It very has been nice meeting you." He walked to her window and held either side of the window frame. "Feel free to stop again. When you have something else you would like to discuss." she turned to her mirror.

"Same to you Darie." he replied coolly, then leaped down to the ground.

"Interesting man." she stated to herself. Her reflection replied "Do you think he'll be back?" she thought for a moment. "No. He wouldn't be back." she admired her youth, and pulled her hair onto her lap brushing a new section.