2. DAY 2: I'm Who!?

Disclaimer: Tangled and Tangled the Series (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure) are not mine.

"Good morning!" Blade said brightly to the terrified guard that pushed their trays of food under the doors to their cells.

He cast her a single frightened glance and shot out of the cellblock.

"Thank you!"

Varian blearily blinked his eyes open, sitting up.

"And good morning to you too, sleeping beauty." Varian could see her now due to the light trickling through-

Well that thing on the roof and floor of every cell. With the bars.

Blade was perched on her bed, munching on a hunk of bread. Her chocolate brown hair slithered down her back, falling in her face. It was straight, and cut in a perfect line.

He met her eyes and turned red upon realizing that he had been staring.

"You might want to eat that," She nodded to the tray on the floor. "Y'know, before it gets even more stale."

Varian got off the bed, half wishing he had slept on the floor, maybe his back would hurt less, and began to choke down the bread.

"So, guy that won't admit if I got his name right, what is your name?"

"Varian." He supplied shortly.

"Nice to meet you." Blade took another bite out of her bread. "So, any chance that you'll tell me your story? 'cause I'm not sure I trust the rumors."

Varian wanted to scream, to shout, to tell her to shut up. He just wanted to be left alone.

He couldn't AFFORD to make another friend. He couldn't be betrayed again.

But then again, he WAS curious. "What are the rumors?"

Blade grinned. "That Demetris turned evil and used a combination of magic and science to morph into to shape of a boy."

For a second Varian couldn't think. His mind was spinning. How stupid were people anyways?

"He wanted the power of the sundrop, so he trapped the possessed Quirin-"

She was interrupted by a crunch.

She stared at Varian. He had just crushed his bread in his fist.

Which should have been impossible, I mean the bread was stone hard, and Varian's arms are really… noodly?

And not to mention that his eyes looked like they might be glowing…

Blade smirked. "Oh, and they said the reason you hate the King and princess is… are you sure you want to know?"

Varian wasn't sure. He nodded anyway.

Blade bit her lip. "Because you're MADLY IN LOVE WITH THE QUEEN!"

"What!?" Varian screeched.

Blade burst into hysterical laughter.

Five guards burst into the room.

Blade stopped laughing.

Varian let go of the bars that he had grabbed at some point.

Varian glared at Blade.

Blade cocked her head. "Uh… we weren't doing anything."

The guards stared at them. The Captain was at the head of them.

"Oh!" Blade leaned against the bars. "Varian, I want you to look at those guards."

He gave her a deadpan look. "I am."

"Was. Look at them. Each one of them probably has a home, a family." Her voice was melodramatic.

"Your point?"

"Don't hurt them-"

"That's brilliant coming from a terrorist!" Exclaimed of the guards.

"First of all, ouch. Second, I didn't finish." She cleared her throat. "Unless you do it in front of the hero and it hurts them, or if it serves a purpose." She held up a book 'Villainy 101'. "Rule twenty one."

The Captain strode up to her cell. "Hand it over."

"But Caaaaap'. It's just a book." Blade whined, handing it to him.

And then it caught fire.

The Captain dropped the book.

Everyone watched at the book burned.

"Search her." The Captain ordered.

Four guards entered the cell, two of the guards grabbed her and held firmly.

"Ow, people really. I'm not struggling, for goodness sake."

They patted her all over. (Get your mind out of the gutter people, everywhere appropriate)

No one thought to take off her jacket. Like, no one.

Corona security.

"She doesn't have anything else."

"Then how did she set a book on fire?" The Captain snapped.

"Maybe it's magic Captain." One of the guards whispered to the Captain as he left her cell.

"Well, there seems to be nothing going on."

The guards left.

Blade yelled after the Captain. "Varian admits that he's Demetris!"

"What- I'm not!"

The Captain rolled his eyes. Children.

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"So terrorist, huh?"

"Seporatist. Born in."

"The guys who want to burn down Corona?"

"Yeah, those guys."