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Chapter Four: In which we find out why this is a retelling of Rapunzel..
I awoke on an amazingly comfortable bed that felt like it is made of silk and satin, but I knew that that was just my thoughts. It wasn't until I stepped out of bed and rubbed the sleep off my eyes that I saw that the sheets actually were made of silk. I looked around the room and saw that it was very richly decorated, with every luxury one could imagine, decorated in gold and silver and burgundy and forest green and more, and, among it all, I saw my suitcases, including Mother's bag, all waiting for me, lying next to me, on the floor next to the bed. I immediately sensed magic, like what I had read about in Mother's fairy tale book.
I thought I heard someone talking, so I went out the small balcony that I saw, only to find myself about thirty feet high in a huge tower. My head began to swim and I clutched the railing. I finally convinced my self to look down, and I saw the witch on the ground, yelling in her powerful voice, which I heard clearly, even though I was so high up in the tower.
I heard her say, "Ah, Rapunzel, my child, this is your home."
Rapunzel? "Um, my name is Gretchen."
She shook her head. "No, your name is Rapunzel. The thief may have named you that, but your true name is Rapunzel."
I wanted to say, "Actually, I really liked Gretchen," but I was still very confused and frightened, so I chose not to.
She continued her yelling, "Rapunzel, I will come to visit you here every day. When I come to the bottom of the tower, I will call out 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair,' and you will do so. Understand?"
"What good is letting my hair down going to do?" I asked, showing her my curly, shoulder-length, golden hair.
"Child, just do it, and I will show you! I know a little bit of magic!"
I sighed, yet did as she asked. Immediately, my hair, now in a thick, tight braid, grew long enough to touch the ground. Then, the witch began to climb it, of all things! Amazingly, it didn't hurt the slightest bit, although I was shocked that she was fit enough to be able to do it.
When she reached the balcony, she let go of my hair, and it immediately shortened, unbraided, to its normal length. I stood there, amazed, my mouth agape.
"How did you-" I began.
"Child, child," she said, sitting beside me on the bed, "I told you I knew magic! Did you not believe me?"
"Of course I did, it's just, I-I..."
"It's all right, child, you're safe here. That is the only way anyone can get here. There are no other doors, windows, or stairs in the entire tower, which I built around you last night while you slept. I built it with magic, of course," she told me, while stroking my hair. She began to braid it. I pulled away.
"All you will ever need and want will be provided for you," the witch continued. "Please stay with me, Rapunzel. But, I'm only saying that to be kind, because it's not like you can go anywhere. That's another advantage of this tower-there's no way you can get out. Well, I'll come again tomorrow to see you again, child. Good-bye."
After saying this, she climbed down my hair, which had grown long again, and walked off, into the trees below.
Chapter Four: In which we find out why this is a retelling of Rapunzel..
I awoke on an amazingly comfortable bed that felt like it is made of silk and satin, but I knew that that was just my thoughts. It wasn't until I stepped out of bed and rubbed the sleep off my eyes that I saw that the sheets actually were made of silk. I looked around the room and saw that it was very richly decorated, with every luxury one could imagine, decorated in gold and silver and burgundy and forest green and more, and, among it all, I saw my suitcases, including Mother's bag, all waiting for me, lying next to me, on the floor next to the bed. I immediately sensed magic, like what I had read about in Mother's fairy tale book.
I thought I heard someone talking, so I went out the small balcony that I saw, only to find myself about thirty feet high in a huge tower. My head began to swim and I clutched the railing. I finally convinced my self to look down, and I saw the witch on the ground, yelling in her powerful voice, which I heard clearly, even though I was so high up in the tower.
I heard her say, "Ah, Rapunzel, my child, this is your home."
Rapunzel? "Um, my name is Gretchen."
She shook her head. "No, your name is Rapunzel. The thief may have named you that, but your true name is Rapunzel."
I wanted to say, "Actually, I really liked Gretchen," but I was still very confused and frightened, so I chose not to.
She continued her yelling, "Rapunzel, I will come to visit you here every day. When I come to the bottom of the tower, I will call out 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair,' and you will do so. Understand?"
"What good is letting my hair down going to do?" I asked, showing her my curly, shoulder-length, golden hair.
"Child, just do it, and I will show you! I know a little bit of magic!"
I sighed, yet did as she asked. Immediately, my hair, now in a thick, tight braid, grew long enough to touch the ground. Then, the witch began to climb it, of all things! Amazingly, it didn't hurt the slightest bit, although I was shocked that she was fit enough to be able to do it.
When she reached the balcony, she let go of my hair, and it immediately shortened, unbraided, to its normal length. I stood there, amazed, my mouth agape.
"How did you-" I began.
"Child, child," she said, sitting beside me on the bed, "I told you I knew magic! Did you not believe me?"
"Of course I did, it's just, I-I..."
"It's all right, child, you're safe here. That is the only way anyone can get here. There are no other doors, windows, or stairs in the entire tower, which I built around you last night while you slept. I built it with magic, of course," she told me, while stroking my hair. She began to braid it. I pulled away.
"All you will ever need and want will be provided for you," the witch continued. "Please stay with me, Rapunzel. But, I'm only saying that to be kind, because it's not like you can go anywhere. That's another advantage of this tower-there's no way you can get out. Well, I'll come again tomorrow to see you again, child. Good-bye."
After saying this, she climbed down my hair, which had grown long again, and walked off, into the trees below.
