Chapter 2 - Legend

Many years later, long after the witch had died. Two brothers were walking along the forrest path. It wasn't unfamiliar to them. They walked this path everyday to their cottage on the other side of the wood. The middle child Peter had blond hair that was slightly messy and grey eyes. Peter liked the simple life and didn't believe in frog princes, gingerbread houses or glass slippers. The youngest brother who walked next to him carrying a large tattered book couldn't be more different. Harry was creative and artistic. He never goes a day without quoting some sort of fairytale. He loved hearing about old folklaw and believed in it all. His hair was darker and his eyes were a chestnut brown.

The boys didn't pay much attention to where they were going until Peter said with an annoyed tone,

"We must have took a wrong turn, We're lost"

Harry looked up from his book with a smile on his face. He snaped the book shut and began striding into the trees ahead. Peter looked confused and brushed his hair out of his eyes before jogging after him.

"Did you just hear me? I said we're LOST"

"Oh i heard you" he said grinning even wider.

"Then why are you smiling?" peter said, looking unsure.

"This is just like Hansel and Gretel!" he said enthusiasticly, "A brother and sister lost in the woods who get captured by a witch".

Peter rolled his eyes. But continued to follow Harry as he hacked his way through plants with his book.

"So which one am I?" peter asked, laughing now. "The brother or the sister?"

Harry ignored him or mabey he was in shock because he stopped dead in his tracks and Peter walked right into him. Peter got up looking extemely angry. But that look soon vanished and was replaced by shock aswell.

They had walked into a clearing and in the middle of it was a tall tower. Cumbled with age and with no doors or windows, eccept for one right at the very top. Peter looked confused but Harry was extatic. He opened his book and began flicking through it.

"How did it get here? There arn't any houses around for miles" said Peter

"Aha!" said Harry, finding the right page.

He held up the book to show Peter.

"The Rapunzel Tower" read Peter.

"Exactly!" said Harry

He held up a picture in the book. It was of a tall tower just like that one but in the picture a swooning girl was leaning out of the window. Peter looked up at the window. Nothing. Harry read the story.

"Rapunzel was taken from her parents as a baby by a witch-"

"There's always a witch" muttered Peter interupting him.

"She was put in a tall tower and was locked away from the world." Harry continued, ignoring him. "The witch eventually died of old age but her final spell was to anti age the tower, therefore Rapunzel would always stay the age she is until she leaves the tower. Which i think should be around forteen."

"Ok, i can't take much more of this!" Peter shouted. "Listen Harry! that's just an old ruin. There's no girl up there! It's probably and old turret from a castle that was knocked down years ago!"

Harry and Peter returned home to their older brother Jacob. Harry told him everything while Peter tutted in the background.

"Don't you think you might be getting a little bit obsessed with fairy tales?" Jacob asked carefully.

After an outburst from Jacob and Peter it was finally decided that they would go into the forrest the next day and find a way into the tower to prove Harry wrong.