Hello there! ^^ Finally, the chapter two! Hope you'll like it!

Yeah… This one hadn't been beta read yet but… I wanted to post it so there it is! (It will be updated when my beta would have the time to do so! ^^ (Because I suppose it's something that takes quite an amount of time to do, so…), so sorry if you found some English/grammar mistakes and all! ^^''

Hope you'll like it! ^^

By the way, in this chapter, there a little time skip, and for the following ones, some will be separated by months, other by nothing, but you'll, and I hope that won't bother you! ^^

And even if things seem a little… confused now, they will make sense later, promise!

(and yes, I tried to do a sort of « little child way of talking »… Dunno if it works!)

Tangled, movie and Series, belong to Disney, as the Moon theory to ghostar, who created it on Tumblr!

Enjoy! o/

When I first saw you

oOoOoOo

As far as she could remember, Rapunzel had been always able to see strings get out of her chest and disappear into the air in front of her.

Well, to be perfectly honest, it was only when the sun shined very, very high in the sky, and never more than a few seconds at each attempt. Plus, it was a very exhaustive exercise so she didn't try very often to invoke them. She was only six years old after all.

Nonetheless, she knew that she was connected to five people. First of all, there was the string that linked her to her Mother. It was a vibrant shade of red, fiery as her Mother's temper could be. She deeply loved her Mother but, sometimes, she was very, very scared of her.

… Maybe it was because of Mother scared her sometimes that there was a taint of black mist on it…?

The second link bonded her to Pascal, her chameleon companion. It was made of a lovely shade of yellow, soft in is color, almost shy, but so comforting. After all, Pascal was the one who made her life in the tower a little less lonely.

The two seconds strings were almost transparent. They shined with a profound purple color and the only time she tried to feel them more, as faint as they were, she felt an overwhelming wave of confused feelings that she wasn't able to stand up for several minutes. She hadn't tried to feel these strings again. Maybe when she will when she'll be older.

Maybe.

Then, there was the last string, the string that appeared only two years ago out from nowhere. Rapunzel didn't know who it was linked, but an almost blinding light emanated from it. It was also a bit more elaborated in its composition. As the four other stings were some kind of rope-line like of faint colored-light, this one was made of two lines intricated in each other in a very complex way. One of them seemed to be made of gold as the other was made of silver. The six-year-old girl could have sworn the string was enameled with several little shining crystals.

Somehow, Rapunzel knew that she shouldn't try to pull on this particular string, not yet. It's was simply a feeling, a sort of instinct which told her so. And even if she was very curious about this string, in particular, she could wait a little longer. She was a very patient girl. She lived locked in a tower after all. She was used to waiting.

She heard her Mother climbing up the stair and the little girl shook herself off of the daze that came upon her when she summoned the strings.

She would try later to pull on it when the time will come.

oOoOoOo

It was not his room.

The four years old boy looked around him with curiosity.

At least, this dream wasn't a nightmare.

He was in the middle of a black-gray nowhere surrounded by a sort of fog that lingered at his feet. Looking up, he saw the Full Moon shining in the strange sky of the place as a feeling of safety washed over him. He let out a long sigh of relief as he began to walk without a goal in the noplace that his dream brought him into.

But it all seemed amiss, like a void, as if something was lacking to this place, but Varian couldn't point out what. Somehow, the young boy had the feeling that he had to be here, that someone was calling out for him and that this very nowhere-place was made for the only purpose of helping this person.

Then, he heard it. The footsteps coming his way. He turned on himself to look at what was approaching him from behind.

His baby blue eyes meet emerald one and something just shift within him.

The girl before him seemed as confused as he was and, after a few seconds of silence, she asked

"Where are we ?" her childish voice was soft and comforting. Varian, without knowing why, liked the sound of it.

"We'e in my dream !" he said with his babbling voice. He paused for a second and scratched his head, "Well… I think we a'e!"

The girl only nodded and stay silent. A few moments passed and Varian couldn't help but stare at the stranger in front of him. It was at this moment that he saw that her eyes were a little red as dry tears still ribbed her cheeks. He tilted his head a little and knitted his brow. He didn't like the sad look on the girl's face.

"Somet'ing wrong ? Why are you c'ying ? You'e hurt ?"

"N-no ! Not all !" said the girl frantically, shaking her head in denial as she wiped her tears away, « It's just me…Well, you know, I just… I… »

The younger saw her fidget on her feet as a blush appeared on her cheeks. The four years old sighed a little, deciding that this situation couldn't last any longer.

"Wanna play 'ith me ?" she looked at him and at the hand he had extended her way, slightly confused before nodding, a smile returning to her face.

"Yeah, sure! Huh, well… I-I never got the chance to play with someone else before…" she scratched the back of her neck at this, looking away.

"You don't 'ave friends?"

"Well, I have Pascal but… " she shook her head and smile at him, "Wanna play Hide and Seek?"

The younger flashed her a wide grin.

" 'kay ! But you count first!"

So she covered her eyes and the game began.

Varian didn't know how long they play in this strange place, but the four years old was happy to see the older girl smiled at him. Once the ended their game, they sat in the middle of the nowhere and began to talk. She told him that she was eight years old and that she lived in a tower with her Mother and that it was forbidden for her to leave it. He tried to ask her why, but she wouldn't respond, so he didn't push the subject much and talked about himself, about his passion for science, or how deeply he loved his father.

He learned that the little girl was really, really lonely sometimes and that's why she was crying earlier.

She asked him how was the outside world, so he described her his village, the way he lived and how far the Capital was from where he lived.

The little girl listened to him with wide eyes, a little gleam of wonder shining behind their emerald-like color, a grin spread across her face.

Looking at her, Varian felt something rose inside his chest, a warm feeling that washed over him like a sweet wave of sunlight. So, he smiled shyly at her in response.

It was as if had stopped its course as they continued to talk together.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crack resonate inside the noplace as if someone was tearing apart a sheet of paper. He felt a harsh burning bloomed across his chest as the floor beneath his feet began to disappear. One of his hand flew to his heart as the pain began to increase, almost unbearable for his little body.

In front of him, he saw the girl reached out to help him, but her hand was only meet by a wall made of glass that prevented her from coming closer. As the burning continue to consume him from the inside, he felt smooth, cold hands took hold of him and pulling him away from the immediate danger as a voice began to ring in the back of his mind.

The foggy world of his dream began to vanish as he saw the older girl disappear too. He tried to struggle against the invisible hands that pulled him away from her. While he had felt complete in the other girl presence, the void that he had first felt when he woke up in his dream was back once again.

Then he realized. He didn't ask for her name.

He yelled.

"WHO ARE YOU ?!"

As the older girl tried too to stay in the dream too, he heard her say from the other side of the wall

"I'm-!"

"Varian, please! Wake up, son!"

His eyes snapped open as a cry died upon his lips. His throat was sore as if he was screaming. He was shaking badly, sweat covering his forehead as tears were rolling down his cheeks.

He was still feeling the ache of the burning rolled upon his chest, even if the pain began to dull a little.

Already, the little girl's face was disappearing from his mind, leaving behind it only the feeling of a warm smile.

Varian looked around him, trying to figure where he was. But before he could understand what was happening, he found himself caught in a powerful embrace as fingers combed his hair, trying to soothe him.

"It's okay, son, I'm here. It was only a dream, you're safe now…"

The deep voice of his father anchored him to reality and he clung to the big frame of his father's body, crying madly but not knowing why.

"I-It wasn't a nightmare…" he said between two sobs, "It wasn't a nightmare at all, Daddy… There was a girl, and she was sad, but then we played together and… Oh, daddy, the burning… !"

"It's okay, son… Just, try to calm down a little, would you? I'm here, so hush, don't you cry my little Varian, don't you cry… "

It took several minutes for the young boy to stop his tears. His father's embrace soothing his shaken nerves. A few moments later, tiredness took possession of his body and he felt himself drift into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

He didn't notice the panicked look on his father's face as he hadn't noticed that his hair was glowing with a silver-blue light, illuminating the dark bedroom with their soft gleaming.

So this is all true… Thought the older man with a point of fear. Unconsciously, he hugged the sleeping boy a little closer to his chest in a protective embrace.

A ray of Moonlight fell upon the glowing freckles sprinkled across his son's button nose. A few moments later, the faint light began to disappear but Quirin felt a shiver run through his spine a the simple thought of what the future may hold for his sweet little Varian.

And for the first time in a very, very long time, Quirin was truly afraid of what could happen to his dear son.

He didn't leave Varian's side for the rest of the night.

oOoOoOo

Rapunzel opened her eyes slowly as she felt a hand brushed her hair in a soothing way.

"Mother… ?" she asked in a sleepy voice

"Yes, my Dear, I'm here… You had a bad dream, sweetheart… "

"A bad dream? No, Mom, I-"

"Hush, my Little Flower, it's okay now. I made them go away…" cut the sweet tone of her Mother voice, "Now go back to sleep, would you? I promise you'd be safe now."

The girl frowned a little, but she didn't try to argue with her Mother. They already had their argument earlier this day and she didn't want to upset her again.

"Thank you, Mom…"

"You're welcome, sweetheart…" she bent a little to kiss a forehead « I love you, my dear »

"I love you more…"

"I love you most… Goodnight."

And with that, she was gone and Rapunzel was left alone in her bedroom. She snuggled under her sheets and thought about the dream she just had.

When she had fallen asleep after her argument with her mother, crying, she had wished to have someone to talk to, or to play with, just for once. And even if it had been only her imagination, the sweet little boy from her dream had been exactly what she had needed.

She couldn't remember his face but that really doesn't matter at this moment. She hoped that he was okay, as he seemed to be in pain the last seconds she saw him before waking up, but the little girl assumed it was the case. She fell asleep in a matter of seconds, a small smile on her lips.

What she didn't know was that downstairs, her Mother was cursing in a hushed voice as she tried to reinforce the spells that protect to tower from any intruder.

She couldn't take the risk that someone sneaked into her Magic Flower's dreams once again, it was too dangerous.

But each of her attempts was sold by a failure. She cursed out loud once more deciding to try it again the next day.

And outside, the Moon snickered at her.