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Chapter Five: In which old relationships remain strong...


I didn't realize the seriousness of my situation until after the witch was long gone beneath the cover of the trees. Although it seemed like a bad dream, it was all too real. I knew that I would just have to wait, but I could write Mother and get some answers, as I still had her magic book. I began to write:



Dear Mother,

I know that you must be worried sick about me, as whatever servant you had sent to come get me has returned empty-handed, but I'm fine.

I was kidnapped by the most ugly woman I have ever seen, who claims to be my mother, but I'm sure that I don't have a witch for a Mother. She locked me up in a tower thirty feet above the ground, and there are no staircases or doors or windows for me to get out through. She insists that my name is "Rapunzel," but I liked Gretchen better. She said that she will come every morning, and she will say, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair," and I must, as I am frightened of the magic she has. My hair instantly grows down all the way to the bottom of the tower, and she climbs up it, though I don't feel a thing. Once she steps over my small balcony, my hair shortens to its regular length just as quickly as it had grown.

Mother, I am so afraid. I try not to show it, but I am. I hate to ask, but I need some answers. Is she really my Mother? Why would you have lied to me? Mother, I'm so confused--shelter me no more, I need to learn the truth.

Please write me soon, and I will continue to write you from my prison here. I love you, Mother.

Your daughter,

Gretchen



I hoped that the book's magic is more powerful then the witch's, for I needed Mother to tell me these answers. There are so many things that I was not sure of, and Mother is the only one who could answer them, for I was not about to believe what the witch told me.