Well, I said that I have mocks, but screw them. Note, I have changed my pen name. Don't worry, no one has taken over my account.

Dreamgirll. YES. Are you reading my mind? Its unfolding exactly as you thought...

Warm daylight flowed over her.

"haha! I did it Pascal! Too weak to handle myself huh mother?"

Pascal patted her on her shoulder.

She looked down. The ground had been trampled into thousands of dimples by the angry hooves of horses. But she had no idea what a horse's footprints looked like.

"Look at those markings." She whispered to Pascal. Looking ahead, she saw a whole trail of them. "We should follow them. They could be telling us something" she said cupping her hands, trying her best to sound mysterious. Her eyes darted around the clearing. She danced forwards, a flurry of leaves showering her like snow. This is so fun!

It wasn't long before Rapunzel realized the trail she was following had begun to slope upwards. Her hair got caught on some roots, so she grabbed it into a bunch, hefting it up the hill. She reached the peak and stood on the edge, eyes hungrily taking in the view. It was beautiful. Thousands of trees dotted the forest, their leaves rippling in the gentle breeze. She heard a groan.

She snapped around, kitchen utensil poised in defense.

"Hello?" She said "anyone there?"

Pascal had scooted onto her back and had changed colours to match the soft purple of her dress.

She slowly walked forwards, hands quivering. Taking care not to make a sound, she gingerly tiptoed over a fallen log. There was a patch of darker mud. Was it mud? Then she saw him. Lying in a puddle of crimson, face drained of colour. She screamed. Faintly surprised at her own speed, she wasted no time in sprinting behind the nearest rock.

Taking several deep breaths, she steeled her nerves. She emerged from her hiding place and cautiously walked over the man's prostrate form. Ugh yuk. Pascal shut his eyes, turning a sickly shade of green. The man emitted a gurgling sound, hand twitching uselessly to the arrow protruding from his chest. She approached and knelt down beside him, her mouth paralysed in a small O shape. He was still alive. Barely. Her hands hovered over him. His brown hair was matted with blood and she could see his last breaths escaping with each quiver of his chest. Was this Rider? Should she save him? Huh what am I thinking!

She grabbed a tuft of her hair and placed it gently over the ragged wound. She winced as some more blood oozed out. Trying to hold back her breakfast, she began to sing. Magic raced its tendrils along her golden hair, binding itself to the dying man's chest. The blood around him danced as it flowed back into his body. The arrow popped out with a soft plinking noise, almost as if a pin had dropped. She furrowed her eyebrows.

Flynn dreamt he was on a tropical island. He was waist deep in gold coins. The balmy sound of the waves enveloped him and he flopped back, beaming, into the pile of gold. This was the life. He was just about to scoop up a handful when he felt himself being pulled up. He wind milled his arms wildly, trying to fall back into his precious shiny metal. The unknown force was oblivious to his struggle, continuing its unrelenting grasp. NOOOOOOOO!

"NOOOOOOOO!" Flynn gasped. His eyes snapped open. His hand shot to his chest. There was no wound there. He flipped his head up and let out a small cry of shock. Staring at him while on her knees was a blonde girl with insanely long hair and enormous green eyes. She was equally shocked. His body finally reacted and he flailed his arms, legs backpedalling madly. One of his fingers caught her shoulder and she just plopped down onto the ground, letting out a small cry of indignation, face frozen.

He froze too. She had not moved an inch. Clearly this was new for her. How was he still alive? He raised his hands to his face. They were both perfectly clean. His eyes swayed from his hand to the girl's face and back.

"wha-?" Ho no! Where did he throw that crown?

The girl had broken from her shock and was now standing up, brandishing a frying pan centimetres from his nose. This confused him even more. He looked around for the guards, but did not see any.

"Stay back. I'm warning you!" she blurted, arms trembling. Oooo she was making threats huh?

His eyes travelled up and down, assessing his unknown assailant. She was wearing a light purple dress. And she was barefoot. Ok, he was very confused now. A crazy thought popped into his mind. The girl was kinda cute. But the notion was whipped away when he saw a glint on her shoulder.

Crown!

He launched himself at her, hands outstretched.

"Give. Me. Back. My. Crown!" He shouted, each word punctuated by a wild hum of a frying pan hurtling through the air. Each time, he was forced to hop backwards to avoid weathering a large bruise to the face. If this was heaven, it wasn't very fun. Thieves can go to heaven? The girl had whirled around and began to sprint away at an astonishing speed, considering the amount of hair that was trailing in her wake. He could only tear after her. Catching up from behind, he grabbed her waist, hoisted her up into the air and plopped her onto the ground once more.

And that's when a flaming frog crashed into his face. He screamed, flailing back once more and tugged the thing from his face. Flynn fleetingly wondered if he was going crazy. He knelt down. The girl still clutched the pan, covering her face with the base.

"Hey." He gently whispered to her. No response. "Hey." He tried again. "Hey!"

The pan eased to the side and one of her eyes cracked open.

"Yea uh… hi" he finished. Nice Flynn, she's totally going to return the crown now. He flashed his biggest smile at her, hoping to ease her nerves.

The pan slid back in front of her face.

"Ok, I know this is a little weird. Frankly I have no idea what's going on myself, but listen to me here."

She removed the pan and opened her eyes, but still leaned back.

"I." He jabbed his chest with a thumb. "Am not going to hurt you."

Her eyes flicked to the frog he was half strangling in his left hand. It had changed to a blue colour.

"Uh hehe…" he laughed nervously as he lowered the frog. The frog wheezed and darted to her arm.

"See, he's ok." He exclaimed sheepishly. "So, as I was saying before, I am not going to hurt you."

At this she leapt up again. "You're here for my hair aren't you?" She took a step back.

"What are you gonna do?" Another step back.

"Sell it, cut it?" She lifted a leg and raised an arm, preparing to run.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down blondie." She stopped mid stride.

"Why on earth would I want your hair? To make wonderful golden wigs for old balding ladies?" He deadpanned.

The colour drained from her face and she prepared to run again, a horrified look on her face.

"You knew that was a joke right?" He hastily added. She relaxed a little.

"That wasn't very funny." She said, lowering an arm. "Rider."

Stay tuned!

WT