The Flower Awakes
"The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart."
- Helen Keller
Dawn had come again. It was an especially beautiful morning, even for the sunny land of Corona.
The gleaming sun had risen above the horizon over yonder, light spilling across the vast regions and territories of Corona bright and sunny. Golden sunlight streamed down through the rafters of the buildings, and the trees seemed to absorb the golden light, transforming the natural shades of green and brown into gilded leaves and bark. Birds chirped merrily as they perched on tree branches or flew through the air in search for food. Green leaves danced softly in the early breeze, while the clean waters of the ocean sparkled in the morning light shining down from a clear blue sky.
Stretching on for many miles, the land of Corona was covered with expansive and breathtaking country landscapes, with numerous houses dotting across the hills. The entire countryside was growing with plants and flowers, rich with fertile land and fresh air that was crisp and clean, but not cool. Several great mountain ranges crossed its surface, their snowcapped peaks rising toward its sapphire blue sky. Clear and blue river streams ran genially from the mountains throughout the surrounding landscape with a pleasant ebb and flow. The weather was still impeccable from the tranquility of the bygone night, but now things looked even more at peace with nature.
Farmers worked away in their fields, while light smoke billowed from a few chimneys into the air. Mills were spinning, and the sound of fresh water was flowing all the while. A group of early-risen farmers drove their wagon of goods down a winding dirt road through the clustered buildings of an old town. They traveled further on past many, many other farmlands as they finally came to approach a great stone bridge that led across a large ocean inlet to the kingdom's island capital. Looming over all this was the magnificent palace, its turquoise roofed towers and white walls standing majestic in the center of the island. Seagulls were circling overhead, their calls faint on the air.
Past the capital's borders, a bright and almost ethereal other world lived on beneath the sparkling ocean surface. With the morning light slowly sweeping across the horizon, creating rays of light breaking through the surface, all manners of sea life shined with a new hue and luster. Underwater forests of coral reefs and rich seaweed swayed over the rocks, and great schools of colored minnow fish swam about in the gentle currents. A group of bat rays flapped their fins as they glided over a bed of brain coral, searching for tasty crabs. Muted shadows passed over the ocean life as small fleets of merchant ships smoothly sailed through the tranquil waters into harbor, bringing new visitors and wares to Corona.
To herald the new dawn and the new day begun, the massive brass bells of the palace began to ring across the kingdom for all to hear. It roused many from their peaceful slumber, ready to start a new day of honest work and enterprise. The loving light of the sun soaked the people with cheer and kindness as it did the earth with life and warmth. Such was the effect a sunny day had on the inhabitants of such a peaceful and beloved kingdom.
It was indeed a beautiful morning in paradise.
But this slice of heaven also had a lost secret hidden somewhere within it, jealously secreted away from the world.
Deep within the vast forests of Corona, through a labyrinth of saplings and undergrowth, there lay a peaceful and thriving valley of the greenest of trees, sparkling rivers and walks of both flora and fauna that seemed more vibrant, spirited and healthier than any other in the kingdom. Birds happily sang almost lyrically long into the day and night, teaching their children to fly with their wings and how to sing their own form of carols. A small herd of white-tailed deer drank peacefully from a brook; a mother doe lovingly stroking its fawn.
Even further into this valley, a warren of rabbits joyfully skipped through the soft grass in their morning search, each of the unusually large litters with as many as twenty kits. As the small rabbit colony passed by an alcove between two massive oak trees, one of the kits paused. She stood upright on her hind feet, curiously sniffing an inconspicuous curtain of green foliage against an enormous rock wall. She looked closer, her small little nose constantly twitching as she investigated the oddly placed hedge of shrubbery. Something seemed to be just beyond, tickling her senses at the edge of perception. She had felt this before, as had most of the wildlife in this region over the years. The creatures, far more in tune with nature than man had been for millennia, had sensed the presence and flourished in the valley. It was subtle but also potent, like the first breezes announcing a coming rainfall. A welcoming presence that stirred an old primordial instinct, a soothing warmth that felt like being cradled lovingly by her mother.
The small rabbit leaned closer, drawn to such a wonderful sensation of affection and comfort, reaching out with a paw as if to reach through the green curtain. Then it snapped back as she remembered her own family, and quickly took off to rejoin with her brothers and sisters to follow mother. The lost secret of Corona would remain undiscovered today.
Just beyond the veil that now lay undisturbed was a long and dark cave that tunneled through the wall of rock. But no matter how dark and cold the stone cavern felt, there was a brilliant ray of sunlight waiting at the end of the tunnel. On the other side through this light, there was a magnificent alcove in the center of the stone hill.
It was a hidden grotto that seemed like a tiny corner of Eden. It was filled with a great meadow of grass, flowers and even trees of fruits that were teeming with life, along with glistening creeks of crystal clear water streaming from a resplendent waterfall in the distance. And settled in the center of this grotto was a single circular tower made of square stones and wrapped in ivy, surrounded by nature and sheltered by the protection of high rock walls.
It was here that the lost secret was hidden.
Almost anyone would be delighted to have a home in such a beautiful sanctuary. For one to have their own private slice of paradise, away from any worries of society and to make their own life where their only worries were their own, it seemed like a wonderful place to live. But sadly, even on this beautiful morning in paradise, not every creature under the sun in Corona felt peaceful.
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The time of year was coming again…
The time when it was always the same dream…
Always the same nightmare…
A blurred disc of gold hanging above…
Eyes bulging with envy, reaching with shadowed hands…
"Flower gleam and glow…"
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The inside of the tower was as silent as snow, a keen contrast to the bright and animated atmosphere brought by its longest dwelling inhabitant. But in a hidden corner of its highest room, a small shadow stirred with its own purpose. If one looked carefully enough, it would seem as if a tiny fragment of one of the paintings that covered the walls moved away from its eternal place. Then the moving shape took on a different color and shade to match the surroundings of its new hiding place.
The creature snuck through the shadows on silent feet, careful not to alert its prey. He moved through his surroundings with a graceful ease that came from many years of hide-and-seek, masterfully blending with his surroundings that any predator would be jealous of. Of all the countless diverse creatures in the animal kingdom, very few among them could match the inherent talent for covert action and masquerade tactics of the chameleon. Drawing near to his goal, he took off like a shot across the strange purple moss that covered the ground here, jinking back and forth as he moved. He was almost there. Just a little further.
He disappeared beneath the bed, slinking all the way to the back wall where he expertly climbed up the spindly bed post until he was just above the pillows. Poised and in position to strike, his predatory gaze eyed the slender humanoid shape resting peacefully beneath the waves of long golden hair that covered the entire bedframe like silk blankets. The steady rising and falling from the shape signaled calm and relaxed breathing, completely unaware of the shadowy stalker. The chameleon let out a few cheeky hisses of anticipation, and then he pounced.
He immediately slipped into the soft golden tresses, moving about with playful glee.
A beat. And then—
"YEEEEEE!"
—came a sudden yelp as the shape jolted and lurched under the masses of hair, before it was soon followed by peals of symphonic laughter that would be a sweet delight on anyone's ears. The shape squealed and twisted, hysterically squirming about until a young woman in a cream-colored tunic finally sat up from underneath with half-lidded eyes staring at the assailant resting atop her dainty hand.
"Hah, hah… whew," she breathed heavily. "Is… is this the only way you think you can win?"
The chameleon simply gave her a smug smile.
"Don't you give that look, Pascal!" the girl teased as she laid back down. Her voice had a soft quality to it, like warm silk. "You really think that counts as playing hide-and-seek?"
The response was a sagely nod. So that's how it was going to be? Well, two could play at that game.
"Maybe you're right, you sure surprised me out of my wits." Then she raised a naturally-plucked eyebrow. "So much that I might not even be able to remember some things for today. Like breakfast, I think?"
Pascal froze, staring at her with wide eyes.
"I could have sworn there was something about peach slices… but maybe it should have been broccoli?"
The lizard turned to a terrified yellow, frantically shaking his head with pleading eyes to not take his peaches away!
She couldn't take it anymore, her other hand shot up to her mouth to keep from giggling too hard at the sight. "Oh, don't you worry, I'm fine Pascal! Just promise not to do that anymore and I'll even give you a few strawberries."
Pascal's limbs gave out from under him as the yellow seeped back to his natural green, letting out a great gasp of relief like he just escaped his worst nightmare. The girl's melodic laugh soon receded as she closed her eyes again to relax into the pillow for a few more moments, letting the unease from her dark dream fade away.
As the birds chirped in the excitement of the morning, their innocent sounds roused her again from her slumber. Sighing happily, she gave Pascal a tender scratch atop his head before rolling out of bed. For hours she had slept peacefully, and now the sun had risen enough for its light to shine down through the ceiling rafters to illuminate the entire room just as she began to stand. If anyone were present to behold the young woman known as Rapunzel stretching in the sunlight, many would believe her to be nothing less than the daughter of an angel. Her naturally divine beauty and warm aura could not be explained otherwise.
With her eighteenth birthday approaching, Rapunzel was a lovely young girl on the cusp of blossoming. A heart-shaped face sculpted by a goddess over the years, with high cheekbones like rosy sugarplums and lush pink lips with a natural smile. Skin so fair and golden-touched without a single blemish or imperfection, and beautiful green almond-shaped eyes that sparkled like gems in contrast with her polished skin. Her features were smooth and flawless with a soft delicacy that seemed almost criminal to even touch. The rest of her petite frame was perfectly proportioned as well with a modest chest, narrow waist, well-shaped hips and slender legs.
But nothing could compare to Rapunzel's magical hair; a long waterfall the color of corn silk and shiny as spun gold, the thick locks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back in rich inviting tresses, framing her elfin figure like a golden halo. Over the years, her enchanted hair had steadily grown to the impossible length of seventy feet. Despite such an overextended measurement, it still remained thick and bouncy even as it lengthened. Everything about its nature seemed to defy the laws of both physics and biology.
Or was it perhaps allowed to do just so by the world?
Rapunzel straightened up and strode to her window and opened the shutters, inviting the daylight fully into her room as she leaned against the balcony's stone railing, basking in the sweet morning of the valley. The summer wind washed over her like an ocean wave gently sweeping over a rock. The rays of the sun hit her body, and her skin drank it in. As the sun touched her, Rapunzel shivered as a faint shimmer of golden light traveled down her hair. If you were attuned to the rhythmic patterns and mystical shifts of the world, you could see what looked like an aurora borealis shining through her skin, as if she glowed in echo of the sun's light. Rapunzel relaxed, closing her eyes with a small smile on her lips and let herself fade. Her body breathed in sharply as the familiar phantom sensation poured through her, like being embraced by an old friend.
She shivered, squirming and then smiled as the warm light washed over her almost lovingly. Her eyes fluttered open, staring directly into the morning sunlight. Most people would instinctively avert their eyes from the blinding light, but Rapunzel wasn't most people. No matter how long she would gaze, it never hurt her eyes or even give her sunburn. To her, it only had the same intensity as staring into a fireplace. Her weary limbs gained strength and she lifted her welcoming arms towards the sun, a beaming smile on her face, once again joyous at a new day.
"Good morning!" she greeted the world.
With a captivated reverence that never went away, Rapunzel watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon. The light spilled forth between the mountains, painting the gray clouds in brilliant shades of rose, purple and gold. The eastern stars quickly faded into the deep blue of the morning sky. Soon the night would have passed completely, giving birth to a bright new day. As nature came to life with the sunrise, she couldn't help but smile even more widely. Just for the heck of it, she spun around a bit on the balcony, taking in the fresh air and letting out a soulful laugh of joy. After all, the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even heard but must be felt with the heart.
Rapunzel glanced down to see Pascal climbing right up next to her on the balcony's rail, smiling along with her. "Isn't it wonderful, Pascal?" she asked as she lifted him up. "Every morning is a fresh beginning! Every day is the world made new. Today is a new day!"
As he trilled in agreement, delighted to see his dearest friend so happy, Pascal turned a loving shade of pink as he nuzzled against her cheek.
He had been with her for over ten years now, ever since that fateful night when a snake took away his mother when he was but an infant. The serpent had chased him through the woods in a terrible storm until he found himself near a hidden tower, where he heard the most beautiful sound and felt an aura of soothing comfort that made the cold from the rain seem to go away. It was a feeling just like he once felt with his mother. In the tower, he had found the young Rapunzel who then repelled the snake and saved his life without a second. When she sang her special song to heal him, he felt an unknown yet familiar instinct deep in his bones that reached into an old primordial memory first held by his long-gone predecessors, sensing that the human before him was connected to the world in special ways unlike any other. But like himself, she was alone. Even so, she offered to let him stay with her, to become best friends. From then on, they became lifelong companions for every day since.
And now here he was, looking into those sparkling green eyes that held benevolent kindness and open wonder, as well as a hint of light hearted mischief. Rapunzel had become a sister to him, a second mother and his dearest friend.
And as Rapunzel looked back into his eyes, it was moments like these that made her always so bright and joyful. It made her heart feel light, and the expression of such happiness rose effortlessly from the heart in the form of vocals. Rapunzel looked at her surroundings, she was the only one awake and nobody could hear her. With a sneaky smile, Rapunzel stood up and opened her mouth.
(Rendition of 'The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun' from Celtic Woman)
Ever since she learned the special song for her hair, she loved to sing. Sometimes, she would just make a song on that spot. It was a very rare and unusual gift she possessed, one she preferred to do in private, aside from Pascal of course. Rapunzel walked around the room, letting her mind drift off as her soulful and soprano voice was heard. At first, she quietly sang wordless notes, rising and falling in perfect pitch like water in a river. Soon, Rapunzel finally built up to a soft melody and then she truly started to sing.
High was the moon last night
Hiding its guiding light, high
High was the moon last night
Hiding its guiding light, high
Her beautifully pure voice was as clear as cut crystal with a harmonious resonance. Anyone who would have heard her enchanting singing voice would have a hard time believing that she was indeed not an angel or a siren of lore.
Heaven and earth do sleep
Still in the dark so deep
I will the darkness sweep
Rapunzel coasted back inside through her bedroom and then smoothly slid down the staircase railing to the main living room, quickly setting an eager Pascal down on a nearby table as he watched her with a wide-open smile. It was the same singing voice that once drew him to her tower so long ago. The chameleon felt a familiar sense of growing anticipation, as if something wonderful was approaching.
I will the moon to flight
I will the heavens bright
I will the earth delight
The golden-haired beauty softly harmonized a few vocals that slowly built in pitch as she cheerfully took a broom, spinning around happily in place, ready to start her day. Reaching the crescendo, her voice grew higher and more beautiful as she hit the higher notes as if it were second nature to her.
Open your eyes with me
See paradise with me
Awake and arise with me
Her harmonious singing slowly grew louder as she moved about with more energy in her step, dancing happily like a child around the room. Rapunzel began to spin, leap and skip with flair and elegance, letting herself free even while she worked. Whenever a song fills your heart, all tasks and chores suddenly become the simplest things in the world. She and Pascal went about the daily routine of sweeping, mopping, dusting, waxing and washing the dishes with enthusiasm and ease, moving with the rhythm of her song. Rapunzel carried herself with a natural and almost effortless grace. So much so, in fact, that her bare feet touched the stone flooring with the utmost gentleness, soft and delicate as a trail of kisses.
I am the dawn, I'm the new day begun
I bring you the morning, I bring you the sun
I hold back the night and I open the skies
I give light to the world, I give sight to your eyes
Without a care in the world, Rapunzel continued to spin and dance, letting all of her feelings show. Her chores already all done, the beautiful blonde leapt over to Pascal and lifted him high in a spin. For a moment, the constant momentum carried her hair along through the air, spinning all around her in a swirling vortex of gold like a form of incredible ribbon dancing. This was who Rapunzel truly was, letting the real her shine and her real heart be heard, even if it was just the two of them alone.
From the first of all time, until time is undone
Forever and ever and ever and ever
And I am the dawn and the sky and the sun
I am one with the Light, and I am the dawn
The rhythm began to gradually ebb and fade away. Rapunzel slowed down, and so did her song, until she stood in place in the center of the room and her hair fell around her in circles as softly as a feather.
I am the sky and the dawn and the sun
I am the sky and the new day begun
I am the sky and the dawn and the…
Sun…
The young woman slowly drifted off as she brought her song to a close. Both she and Pascal slightly slouched, breathing heavily as their energy was spent as their gazes locked onto each other.
"Wow…" Rapunzel panted with a radiant smile on her face. "That was a big one, huh?"
Pascal nodded enthusiastically with a wide smile as well. Nothing made her happier than seeing one she cared for to feel as happy as she was. It was so uplifting, she wanted moments like these to last forever.
"I just… I-I can't believe that the time is almost here!" she exclaimed. "Just one more week until my birthday! It'll be my biggest chance Pascal, so we better make sure everything is perfect. Alright, you know what to do?"
The chameleon actually stood on his hind legs as he gave her a proud salute, as if to say, 'Let's get to it!'
Without another word, the two friends went in different directions for a different task. Rapunzel grabbed a few silks and fabrics from her closest along with her scissors, sewing needle and threads. She then got back to finishing a little dress project that she had spent a considerable amount of the week sewing together all the navy-blue materials. Thread by thread and carefully stitching it together, cutting out the pattern snip by snip, and primed and pressed. All she had left to do this morning was the jewel neckline before it was finally ready at last! This was the artistic craft of her dressmaking, and she was sure it was one of her best designs yet!
As Rapunzel was putting the finishing touches on her little project, Pascal had darted over to the kitchen area and started his own work to help clear the table and counters. Anyone who observed his work would quickly see that he was not a typical chameleon nor a simple-minded animal as he consistently acted with a clear cognitive understanding of his surroundings like most humans, despite having never been trained. Pascal picked up used forks and spoons and then placed them in the sink. Next, he took a wet cloth and scrubbed most of the dishes clean. And finally, he went to push open several cupboard doors and started pulling out certain foods, ingredients and utensils that his best friend would need for making today's breakfast. The little chameleon even managed to push aside a basket of fresh apples to the far side of the kitchen counter with only moderate difficulty, an effort that belied his small stature.
It wasn't long before Rapunzel had added all of her finishing touches to the dress. Coming back down from her room, she easily lassoed a long lock trail of golden hair around one of the ceiling rafters and slid down like on a rope.
"It's finally ready, Pascal!" she beamed. "Now we just need to make sure the morning meal is order…"
With that, the two friends went every which way at the counter in perfect synchronicity as though they had done this a thousand times before. Rapunzel did all the baking while Pascal set everything up and got her whatever tool or ingredient she needed. The young woman didn't even need to specify what she needed. As soon as she finished one step, she only needed to wordlessly hold out an open hand and Pascal would already have the needed ingredient ready for her like a well-rehearsed theater. Flour and butter, chocolate icing, the yeast is rising, just a pinch of sugar.
"And again…" Rapunzel thought out loud as she pursued the culinary perfection of her favorite kind of cupcakes. "One more mix of flour… a little more sugar, and just a pinch of salt!"
After a few minutes, she lifted a small spoon to taste the batter. Her pink lips puckered up ever so slightly, her tongue just peeking out to let the sweet flavor run over her sensitive and experienced palate.
Hmm… needs just a touch of vanilla… oh, and some brown sugar!
Rapunzel could count on one hand the number of things she loved more than singing, and baking was one of her absolute favorites! She made the best kinds of food and especially deserts filled with rich tastes, tantalizing aromas and the most delectable flavors that would send your senses on a trip through dreamland. After spending many years in the tower with the kitchen as her best source of trying new things, Rapunzel became as much of an artist in the kitchen as she was at painting.
And now the special treats she had made in addition to the fruity breakfast were ready to be served!
Ah, cupcakes! So sweet and tasty! This morning really is going to be just—
A slight shift from the cheerful atmosphere. A small movement in the background with the sound of soft footsteps. At her side, Pascal suddenly shivered, starting at his nose and passed through his tiny body. It traveled like a visible wave over his neck, down his back and ending with his tail erratically tapping against the table. Then he darted away with startling speed to a dark corner on a shelf, his colors seamlessly shifting to conceal himself in the shadows.
For some reason, Pascal always hid whenever Gothel arrived.
Rapunzel stilled as she heard Mother coming down the stairs, and then she sighed in relief. Mother was finally awake! The young angel had been worried sick, Mother had been gone yesterday longer than she had promised. She was so worried that something might have happened. Mother didn't come back until very late; completely exhausted, barely a word to Rapunzel and went straight to bed.
As always, Rapunzel felt her heart go out to Mother. The world outside the tower was such a dark and cruel place, it was no wonder that she was so worn out. She had no idea what her mother did out there, but to both survive and make your own way out in the outside world as well as Mother always did had to be simply exhausting. But she was such a thoughtful and caring person, she didn't deserve such hardship! Rapunzel sometimes felt so sorry and terrible for her mother's burden that she felt like crying.
But this was exactly why she had to make the best for her. With all the hard work she surely did out there, Mother deserved all the best love and tender care she could give. And so, Rapunzel turned with a bright smile to greet her.
Mother Gothel slowly came down the stairs in a sleepy daze and covering a wide yawn with the back of her hand. The tall and slender woman stretched lazily, working out the kinks from a deep sleep. Her silk red robe did little to hide her highly appealing contours that would make almost any man drool over.
But at the moment, she received a very different kind of attention as a blur of gold suddenly came out of nowhere and latched onto her arm. "Ohmpf!"
"Mother, I'm so glad you're back! Good morning!"
Gothel had her own room out of the sunlight for a reason; so she could get her beauty sleep uninterrupted and dread the start of the day instead of having it cheerfully barge into her room. Startled out of her morning drowsiness, a practiced Gothel quickly bit her tongue to keep from groaning aloud before she turned to sweetly smile down at the girl.
"Oh darling… it's not nearly as good as knowing that you'll always be here to welcome your dear mother every day! You must have missed me so much," the woman cooed as she wistfully stroked a long golden lock of Rapunzel's hair. "And I just cannot describe how glad I am to see you again, my sweet little Flower."
Rapunzel happily smiled back. But just before she could say something else, Gothel gave an impish light tap on the girl's nose before her eyes turned to something over Rapunzel's shoulder and then walked right past her to a full-length mirror.
"Um…?" The young girl was left staring off into space for a moment. After she had missed her all day yesterday and had even begun to grow frantic with worry, she had been hoping for more of a reception from Mother than just a few words before moving on. Just like that. She hesitantly spoke up as she turned to follow her. "S-so… uh, Mother?"
"Hm?" Gothel distractedly answered as she admired her reflection and looked herself over with a critical eye.
"How was yesterday?"
"Oh goodness gracious, Rapunzel," she replied with that warm lilt in her voice, like a parent meeting her child after a day at kindergarten. "You would not believe what your mumsy had to go through yesterday! Everything out there is so difficult to put up with, yesterday more so than usual. I'm sorry you were worried, but the reason I was gone for the entire day was because I actually had to go into the city."
Rapunzel blanched. "Mother, you went… you had to go near people?"
"Tragic, isn't it? The brutes in that horrid kingdom nearby are just so spiteful and self-absorbed, and while I managed to handle my business, as I always do, all that toil and slog for me is simply exhausting… you know, I'd rather not go through my troubles, dear. It's so hard for me, please don't bring them up."
Rapunzel winced and glanced away. Why did she ask? She already knew the outside world was harsh and cruel. Why did she need to thoughtlessly go and dig up memories that were surely so difficult for Mother?
Gothel didn't even look away from the mirror as she let out a perfectly drawn out sigh. "My sweet thing, you'll never realize how comfortable and lavish you have it here. I envy you in so many ways, getting to live so easily."
Rapunzel felt her heart grow heavy with shame. All this time she spent here with Pascal and getting to enjoy every carefree and whimsical activity of hers while Mother was doing all the hard work for them. Completely crestfallen, she didn't see Gothel's eyes narrow at a spot of wrinkles on the side of her reflection's forehead. Now that she looked closer, she saw how unattractively hollow her cheeks appeared and that the voluptuous swell of her chest and hips was already starting to shrink. Gothel scowled at the affront.
Unacceptable.
Only a second later, Rapunzel's smile returned to normal as she remembered just what would make Mother happy. "Well, I might just have the perfect thi—"
"Rapunzel," the older woman turned with her hands clasped together and an adoring smile. "I may know just the thing. Would you mind singing mother's sweet remedy?"
She felt her spirits lift as she saw that Mother wasn't depressed anymore, and she was always happiest right after Rapunzel sang the special song for her. Oh, this was perfect! And on top of the special surprise she was about to reveal…
"Oh, I'd love to! But first Mother, I have something else to cheer you up!" she sang. "I have a little present for you!"
"Flower, pay atten—" Gothel paused. "A present?"
Rapunzel vigorously nodded.
"For me? Oh, I do love presents, Rapunzel! How thoughtful of you!"
The young girl beamed at the praise.
"Wait right here!" And she took off out of sight. Gothel glanced back at her mirror to idly twirl a curl of raven hair before turning back, only to jolt in surprise when she found Rapunzel already standing back in front of her, presenting a mannequin wearing a finely made blue dress.
"Ta-da!"
Smiling widely, Rapunzel stood perfectly upright with her hands behind her back. She was practically giddy with anticipation as she waited to hear Mother's opinion and trying not to bounce on the soles of her feet. Gothel was completely still as she stared with wide eyes at the handmade dress for few seconds. A corner of her mouth twitched hesitantly before stretching into a full smile.
"Oh darling, this is so…. pleasant."
Rapunzel flushed as her heart glowed at the approval.
"Although… one teensy little thing?" the woman still smiled while holding her thumb and index up together, before gesturing to her robe. "The color? Blue? Rapunzel, you know that my favorite is satin red."
Her smile flickered ever so slightly. "Oh. Uh, well, I-I thought to see if you'd like a fresh style. You know, it's always exciting to try new things and…"
Rapunzel trailed off before she simply exhaled. Whether painting or sewing, color was always a major element for any work, and it would take a great amount of time and effort to redo. Ah well, no matter! It would give her something to do! And if the color was the only detail, then it'd be simple to—
"And also?" Rapunzel froze. "The arm size and shoulder width— tight. The middy collar doesn't go with the shawl lapel the way I like. The pleats are uneven. The fabric looks like common toile. You used a backstitch here when it clearly calls for a topstitch or probably a traditional blanket stitch. And the over-design is too reminiscent of Pret-a-Porter and not a true French haute couture…"
As Gothel went on, Rapunzel's eyes went wide, and her shoulders dropped. But her crushing despair was matched only by growing bewilderment, she didn't even know what half of those terms meant. Pret-a-piper? Toile? And what's a 'French'?
Gothel finally finished with a sigh of longsuffering, perfectly pitched and dramatized. "Darling, really? I know you're fascinated by new things, but honestly Rapunzel, you always need to think these fanciful ventures through. Why didn't you think to use better materials?"
"But, Mother, I don't think we have any of those…"
The woman suddenly brightened as she turned and pinched Rapunzel's cheeks. "Oh, I just made all those silly things up, my little one. I'm just teasing, you did a perfectly medioc—fine!— fine job. There's no need for you to get so upset over nothing, darling."
Rapunzel looked back into Mother's grey eyes and worked up an awkward smile in response. Or, at least as much as she could smile with her cheeks were being squeezed. But it quickly faded away as she noticed the familiar manner the older woman had turned and walked away, not even a second look back at the dress. She had learned long ago that Mother sometimes used her usual teasing as a way of kindly letting her down and also telling her to drop the subject. She knew Mother had already forgotten all about the dress she made.
The girl suddenly winced at the thought. No, the dress she had tried to make. Why didn't she think to look closer at Mother's own wardrobe, why didn't she try harder? First, she made Mother feel bad only minutes after she woke up, and now she got her dress wrong! She had rarely ever managed to truly please Mother to the point where she was showered with praise. It was no surprise that Mother was hard to truly impress if all people of the world were really so immovable and devoid of affection. Another reason why she couldn't leave yet. If she couldn't show it to the one person who knew her best, how could she do the same in a world where there was no such kindness? She knew how much Mother worried about her, and that sheer overprotective instinct pushed her to automatically call out even the smallest accident or mistake as further reason that her daughter wasn't ready to start her own life yet. Mother cared so much for her that it would be months before she would forget about something.
Worse, it was clear that Mother wasn't in the best mood this morning, and so far nothing was going at all like she had hoped.
"Now, what is that most delightful smell?"
Even so, Rapunzel still smiled at those words. Breakfast time! If there was one thing that she had absolute confidence in, something that never once disappointed Mother, it was her incredible cooking. And so, an eager Rapunzel led Gothel to the table. With the efficiency of years of practice, she pulled out and pushed the chair in for Mother. She then gracefully spread a napkin on her lap, set her plate in front of her, handed her a knife and fork, and then finished by pouring her preferred tea. Once she was finished settling Mother in, she did the same for her own place at the table.
"Very good, dear," Mother said. "I must admit that I am feeling rather peckish, in the mood for something nice to eat. A good little food will make everything better."
"My thoughts exactly, Mother!" Rapunzel chimed. "Now since I knew you had a long day yesterday, I thought you could use something nice, so I had decided to make something especially sweet and tasty this morning. So here we are… mixed fruit crêpe with vanilla cream! And even a few cupcakes with icing!"
As Rapunzel sat down in her own seat, a swell of joy and relief swept through her when she saw Mother give a wide smile before they both happily dug in. It was one of Rapunzel's favorites to make. She couldn't make the most elaborate dishes, but she had still become a master cook with basic foods and ingredients. Gothel only brought back standard materials like bread, wheat, flour, eggs, sugar and other similar ingredients. In addition, the succulent fruits in the nearby valley surrounding the tower's grotto grew lush and healthy, and the water from the river was icy fresh and even sweet. Over the years, Rapunzel tried all kinds of different ways to make food with the ingredients Mother brought back with her. This particular dish came from an experiment where she used the pastry dough from her pies as a thin wrapping for some sliced apples, kiwi, oranges and peaches that she had soaked in sweet water. For reasons she never explained, Mother called it a 'crêpe' and the dish was called as such ever since.
"I see you made good use of the apples I left on the counter last night," Gothel remarked with approval in-between each savory bite. "And is that brown sugar I taste?"
"Yes, and how could I not put such wonderfully bright fruits to use? Perhaps tomorrow, I can use the leftovers for some apple turnovers?" Rapunzel happily answered, which Mother answered with a nod since her mouth was full. "Oh! You know what would make that even better? Cinnamon! Know if we can get any?"
Gothel held up a finger for her wait until she swallowed. "Cinnamon… yes, I think I can make that happen. It might take a little work, but I can get my hands on some."
Rapunzel beamed. Now things were back on track! So long as she could do everything perfectly, especially for the next few days, then maybe, just maybe Mother could see that she was ready. As her cooking skills always did, things were turning around. And then, once they were done eating, she'd sing the special song for her happily well-fed Mother.
As she reached for her own teacup for a sip, Gothel spoke up. "Now now, dear. That's not how you drink your tea."
Rapunzel paused with a quirked eyebrow. "This isn't fine?"
But she was shaking her head. "No, it is not fine," she declared. "Please, hold your cup up like this. This is how a proper lady does it."
While it seemed patronizing at times, Rapunzel still took great satisfaction whenever Mother showed her yet another way to act and behave. It would offer her yet another new way to impress Mother, with another tool in her store of methods to demonstrate proof of her growth. It always felt like moving onto the next lesson and the next step in a long road, like a sign of progress in becoming someone finally able to navigate the world on her own. Therefore, Rapunzel always did her best to take each lesson to heart, no matter how tricky or demanding.
"Now remember Rapunzel, this is how one takes her tea. Arm extended, elbow out. Wait for the other to sip first, it's only polite. This is how a good girl behaves."
The young woman watched carefully and attentively as Mother lifted her own cup to her lips and drank.
"Now it's your turn, so do as I do. Raise it slowly, like this." Rapunzel dutifully followed suit. "Pinkie in the air. Arm extended, elbow out. That's it… and now take a modest sip. Sip but never slurp." She did so, gently drinking from the rim, not too much and not too little. "Now keep your cup level, and gently lower it."
Rapunzel gracefully put the cup back down to the saucer, and Mother nodded in approval.
"Very good. Now again, follow my lead."
They went through the process several more times. As Rapunzel began lifting her cup on the third time, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Without breaking the rhythm and with Mother focused only on her own cup while reiterating the steps, Rapunzel's eyes glanced to the side to see Pascal moving across the shelf behind Gothel. What was he doing? She watched as the chameleon's face turned the same shade of Mother's skin while the top turned to the raven black of her hair in a fair imitation of the older woman, and then lifted what looked like his own miniature tea cup. Her eyes widened as he mechanically mimed Mother's drinking in perfect synch with a flat look, matching her motion for motion.
This continued several more turns.
"Again. Pinkie in the air. Arm extended, elbow out…"
All three participants lifted their cups to their lips.
"… and now gracefully s-"
Pascal abruptly sucked his breath in, catching a pink flower petal stuck between his lips and spun around in mock-alarm.
"Pfffft!"
Rapunzel was unable to keep from doing a spit-take which was followed by a snort of laughter at the sight. And when she looked back up to Mother, her mind was actually stuck between whether to feel ashamed or to keep laughing.
"Rapunzel!" Gothel wiped the sprayed tea off her face.
"Mother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
Crash!
The hasty apology was cut off by the sound of china breaking as Rapunzel had accidentally knocked her own teacup off the table. Her brain now opted for shame, and the young woman flushed with embarrassment. Pascal was hiding his own guilty expression and tried to make himself small as well as invisible.
"Oh! Uh, I'm so sorry! I-I'll clean that right up," Rapunzel said as she quickly started picking up the pieces of china.
Gothel sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Darling. I think that-"
Rapunzel shook her head vigorously and picked up the pace, determined to fix her little mistake quickly and show that she can handle accidents. "No, please! Don't worry Mother, it's alright, I'll take care of it. See, I already have most of the p-AH!"
In her haste to impress and undo her blunder, Rapunzel had foregone caution and clutched an especially jagged shard much too tightly against her palm, where the razor edge sunk into her delicate skin. She instantly recoiled from the sting as she sat straight back upright with her hand held up, and she cringed at the sight of several red droplets beginning to form.
But Rapunzel knew she had nothing to worry about. She had been more surprised rather than having felt anything more than a tiny prickle. Barely a second passed before golden light emanated from the wound, shrinking as it rapidly closed over. There was not even a trace of damage left, leaving her skin as smooth and flawless as it had been three seconds ago.
Rapunzel closed her palm, without the slightest twinge of pain, and stood back up. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'll go get a broom to clea-"
"Rapunzel. Look at me."
Goosebumps swept across the golden blonde's skin, as a wave of unease took her stomach. Rapunzel turned around and went pale when she saw the terrible gaze in Mother's eyes. Not having taken her eyes away from her hand, she hadn't seen Gothel's enraged look when she saw the instantaneous healing. Her eyes had bulged with fuming envy at the sight of Rapunzel's inherent gift, before she forced it down to a mere simmer before the girl would see.
And now as she spoke, Gothel's grey eyes were hot iron and her voice was sharp and tinged with unconcealed disapproval. Rapunzel reflexively swallowed.
"How many times do I have to tell you how unsuited and inept you are for these things?"
Mother, no…
Gothel did not shout. In fact, she had barely raised her voice. But her tone was focused and absolutely unforgiving in her words. "Sloppy and scatterbrained. So childish, thoughtless and clumsy. All you ever do all the livelong day is act on every skittish fancy that slips through your head without ever thinking. No, you never think — at all! — about how the world will mercilessly snap its jaws at you! You would get hurt so easily and just the thought of that torments me so!"
The fury in her eyes suddenly waned and her voice began to crack. Seconds ago, she had been completely livid and now she looked ready to burst into tears.
"Look at us. You're the one who makes a mistake and then somehow, I'm the one who ends up being the bad guy? Don't you know I had such a difficult journey last night? Rapunzel, this is what I'm always talking about. Why can't you be more considerate of another's needs?"
Rapunzel crumpled to pieces, her pure heart unable to bear the thought of another soul crying in grief and anguish, let alone from her own mother. It felt like someone was gouging at her heart with a rusty blade. If her mother started crying, and all because of her, she didn't know what she would do.
"No, no! Mother, please! Don't cry!" she frantically exclaimed as she hugged Mother closely. "I-I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I never w-wanted to… I just… please, it's my fault. It's all my fault. Please don't hurt yourself… b-b-because of me…"
Several moments of agonizing silence passed. Then she felt Mother's arms wrap around her as she returned the hug, and she nearly collapsed from relief. Her nerves were shot, but her heart began to lift again. Then she felt Mother's fingers gently lift her chin up to look into her eyes. It warmed her to see that the other woman already looked much better.
"Thank you, Rapunzel. Your generous apology is accepted, but the indifference of your behavior is not forgotten. Just please go to your room and think upon the proper manners of a good daughter. I need some time."
Stunned by the abruptness of the dismissal, she nevertheless stood up. "Mother, I…"
"Rapunzel."
The words suddenly got stuck at the bottom of her throat, and Rapunzel fought not to choke. All she wanted was to make Mother smile just like the beautiful morning she sang to, but instead she had only made things worse. This was not how it was supposed to go. Tears threatened to burn her eyes again and she blinked them away. Mother was upset enough, and her own tears only ever annoyed her. She withdrew deep within herself, and without another sound Rapunzel turned and mechanically ascended the stairs with heavy steps as if dead to the world.
I didn't mean to hurt you…
As Rapunzel disappeared into her room and the door closed behind her, the silence that followed was bleak and heavy. Casting a sideways glance towards the girl's room, Gothel gave herself a smug grin. It was just too easy. She straightened up her posture, fluffed her hair out a little and picked her knife and fork back up as she now ate her breakfast in peace.
In a shadowed corner, a watchful chameleon turned to a seething red before scurrying off.
~o~O~o~
An hour later…
Rapunzel hugged her knees in tight as she curled up on her bed, golden hair all around her, as she hid her face in a pillow sodden with her tears.
How could she have acted so senselessly? Not only did she hurt her chances of getting her coming birthday wish, but she had let Mother down. She had disappointed her, and so she had hurt her. The thought alone made her heart painfully constrict with woe.
Why was Mother always so harsh about every small little thing? Why did she worry for her so?
But Rapunzel did know why, of course.
Eventually, she wiped her tears and abandoned her bed, moving to the chair in front of her mirror. She pulled a lock of golden hair over her shoulder, taking a brush to run through the fine strands. She spent a lot of time sitting in front of her bedroom mirror combing her long blonde hair. It seemed to fall into place pretty much on its own, sliding down in gentle, glistening waves, but Rapunzel loved to comb it anyway. It usually relaxed and soothed her, but this was not such a time.
Strong and healthy, her golden hair carried a special secret unlike any other in the world. She could feel the magic of life within her, flowing under her skin like a warm river of honey and then out through her hair. A magic unlike any other in the world that could heal any injury, cure any illness, bring comfort to despair and breathe new life and hope into all around her. Unbeknownst to Rapunzel, her hair possessed the miraculous power that once healed the entire world from an unthinkable calamity, and now the last of this pure magic was contained within one person.
While Rapunzel had no inkling of its origins, the magic was undeniable. And so was the lure of its power.
The brush came down the side of her neck, drawing Rapunzel's eyes to the one curl of her hair that was not luminous gold but a murky brown. Her shoulders slumped even further as she was confronted once again with that reminder of the past. A permanent reminder that people would want her hair, and that they had once come for her. They would do so again; to destroy it, to sell it or to use it. To use her. Mother never missed an opportunity to explain how dangerous the world was, and that was before her magic hair became involved. Mother always told her how she was simply too naïve and trusting to hide her hair's magic, not to mention how else they would take advantage of her. A gift such as hers had to be protected.
As she continued to gaze at that one brown curl that would always follow her everywhere, Rapunzel reminded herself that it must be this way, that this was necessary, and Mother was doing what was best for her.
Mother knows best.
But that didn't stop her from wanting more one day, from dreaming of having her own life. A voice deep inside her wanted so much more than Mother had planned. And her yearning for the day that her life would finally begin was always strongest when the time of the 'Floating Lights' drew near, on the same day as her birthday. Watching those beautiful yet mysterious lights every year on her own birthday was where her thirst of curiosity was born. Rapunzel always couldn't help but wonder how much the timing of the date really meant. She had a special gift of magic that no one else in the world possessed; was it really a coincidence that such enchanting lights also appeared on her birthday? Honestly, she didn't know, and she needed to find out for herself more than anything. No matter how much she should stay in the tower.
What is wrong with me?
Frustrated with herself, with her circumstances, Rapunzel balled her hands into fists, drawing fierce furrows along the silk length of her dress, and once again, she found herself in a tense battle with tears, but this time, it was a losing battle, and she irritably dashed the droplets from her cheeks.
She suddenly felt a familiar movement on her leg and she looked down to see Pascal crawl onto her hand. Rapunzel lifted him up to his usual position on her shoulder, where he turned a bright pink and rubbed his cheek against hers. She couldn't help it, the gesture from her dear friend cheered her by a great deal. She dried her tears and smiled. "Thanks, Pascal."
Rapunzel ran a finger through her locks again. Such an amazing gift, she marveled, yet it came with the price of making her a prisoner. She sometimes wondered if there was anyone else out there who would understand, to lock themselves away because of how others might react to magic…
She tensed when her keen ears caught the dull thud of approaching footsteps, and she sniffed and wiped hastily at her face, not wishing to leave any evidence of tears behind, as the predictable knock sounded next. Dok dok dok. Pascal promptly disappeared under a curtain.
"Come in," she said, affecting a polite tone, which she inwardly referred to as the 'Good Girl Voice'. It was the voice she used whenever Mother was upset to keep from causing anymore trouble; Timid, demure, non-threatening, and utterly devoid of any passion.
Gothel poked her head in. "Rapunzel, sweetie?"
She kept her head halfway lowered. "Hello again, Mother."
Be a good girl. Mother knows best.
Gothel moved inside and sat down on the bed with her, sitting just several feet away. For a few moments, there was only a quiet sense of a wall between them. Neither said a word as they gazed into empty space. After what seemed like hours, Gothel scooched over closely to Rapunzel.
"Would you like to talk?"
Rapunzel kept her voice the same—vapid, submissive, toneless. "It is alright, I understand what happened." Mother always seemed to calm down right away when she acted like this.
It worked. Mother smiled and put her arm around Rapunzel's shoulder. "Now, now, my sweet," she crooned. "I am so sorry all of that happened, but there's no need for us to get bent out of shape. We should never have any conflict… we're family."
Her breath hitched. "Y-you're not… not upset?"
Gothel's gaze glanced at Rapunzel's hair for a mere instant, then kindly shook her head. "It's alright, I'm not mad anymore. I forgive you, Flower."
Oh… oh, Mother!
Rapunzel trembled as the wall came down. The next thing she knew, she had her arms tightly around Mother as she leaned against her shoulder. "I'm so sorry…"
"Don't you worry. Why don't we take a few moments, just for ourselves, to clear the air? I have an idea, Rapunzel." Gothel held up the hairbrush. "Why don't you sing?"
She sighed in relief. She always loved to sing, and the special song of her hair always made everything better with Mother. They both shifted as they got into their comfortable positions, as Gothel began to brush her silky-smooth hair in rhythm while Rapunzel closed her eyes and reached deep within. Her mouth opened, and her beautiful voice sang the melody that Mother ingrained into her since she learned how to talk.
"Flower gleam and glow…"
Like the chant for a spell, the top of Rapunzel's golden mane began to glow luminously with a light that held the pure radiance of the angels with the comforting warmth of the sun, illuminating the drab chamber with its wonderous light. Every pebble and fixture on every surface was thrown into soft relief, each casting a gentle shadow behind it.
"Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine,"
The golden glow traveled down the smooth tresses of her hair, following like a glistening river through the forest. It flowed until it reached where Gothel was slowly brushing the strands, holding the bundle of magical hair even closer as it drew near to her.
"Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fate's design,
Save what has been lost,
Bring back what once was mine"
Gothel relaxed as she began to drink from the golden fountain of youth. She leaned her head back, eyes closed as she slowly breathed in. The corners of her mouth lifted in blissful ecstasy as she felt the familiar rush of golden magic seep into her veins. The years melted away. Her skin became flawlessly smooth, her hair regained its rich shade of midnight-black, feminine curves filled out her dress and renewed life filled her bones. Finally, she released the long breath and opened her eyes again.
"What once was mine…"
As Rapunzel's song trailed off, the magical radiance from her mane faded and the room returned to normal. The magic was over.
"Mmmm… Well done as always, Flower."
Rapunzel allowed herself to smile at the praise.
Gothel stood to check herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Renewed and enriched by the blessing of the Golden Flower, her beauty was beyond compare. Her spotless skin was a perfect shade of pale ivory. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, her chin better defined, fuller rubescent lips and her complexion glowed with health. And such a nice, magnificent body… Gothel's body was thicker than Rapunzel's overall, but it was curvaceous and toned to perfection. She had the full, upthrust roundness of her chest again as was her preference. Her waist had shrunk, as if two inches had migrated downward, filling out her smooth thighs while drawing in her stomach. Her hips were wider and flared superbly under her dress, complimenting the outline of a well-rounded derrière. Of course, what she loved best was the fact that she was a centuries old woman encased in a gorgeous body that barely touched her thirties.
Mother Gothel blew her reflection a kiss. Eternal perfection for one blessed with eternal life.
"Feeling better?"
"Oh, I'm so much better. You don't have to worry, I'm not upset!" she sweetly enunciated by squeezing Rapunzel's cheeks again, before drawing the girl into a comforting hug. "I know you're still learning and that you always do your best to look after your exhausted but adoring mother. That's why I love you so very much, dear."
The blonde smirked in response. "I love you more."
"And I love you most." Gothel finished their old exchange as she kissed the top of her golden hair. "Like I said Flower, we are family. So long as you take care of your wonderful mother, I will always keep you safe and protected here. Your love inspires me. And I know it will go on inspiring me every day, for as long as you may live."
Rapunzel snuggled deeper into the hug. "Of course Mother, I'll always do anything for my family. I promise."
And she never, ever broke a promise.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that," Gothel smiled in delight as she stroked Rapunzel's hair lovingly, rubbing a few long locks against her cheek. As she finally stood up and walked to the bedroom door, she still held the locks to her cheek until she reached the end of the strands.
"Now why don't you get some rest, my little ray of sunshine? If you want, we can talk more later."
With her final word spoken, Gothel closed the door behind her.
Rapunzel stared happily at the closed door for a while before she lay back down on her bed. This morning hadn't turned out as she had planned, but at least everything was still alright now. But while things hadn't gotten any worse, her progress wasn't any better. Her eighteenth birthday would be here soon. Not only was that an important milestone in becoming her own person, but she didn't think she could take another whole year to see the floating lights.
Even so, mistakes were something to learn by! She glanced at the mannequin on the other side of her room, knowing she could still make the new dress work, especially now that Mother had listed her other preferences. But above all, Mother kept telling her all morning that most of the events were because she wasn't ready to handle herself, so all she had to do was prove that she was a big girl now. And finally turning eighteen would certainly merit the opportunity for her to at least try!
Right?
She desperately hoped so. She had no idea what she'd do otherwise.
The leaves of the outside valley blew in the wind, rustling the balcony curtains. Feeling the gentle breeze caress her cheek, Rapunzel glanced towards the window again. She felt a faint tingle in her hair. Not for the first time, it felt like the wind, the trees, the world was calling out to her like an old friend.
Heeding the call, she got up and treaded to the balcony in hopes some fresh air would help. Looking to the outside land, Rapunzel inhaled the sweet air of the forest and spring hills, which was already working its magic on her. It soothed and cradled the one in tune with nature, connected with the world. Indeed, she was no longer feeling tense from earlier, but far more relaxed and calm. Basking in the sun's rays always soothed her. She gazed up at the sun above her, at the sky's endless and unbound expanse, admiring their radiant beauty and wonder.
She felt the sun's warm light around her as if reassuring her, uplifting her spirit. The only feeling Rapunzel could equate it to was snuggling into a thick blanket after taking an especially cold bath, and a warm hug that enveloped you and held you close when you felt lost and alone. She smiled, savoring the tingling sensation in her face. Without doubt, there can be no wonder in the world. Years of dreams just can't be wrong! She let the swell of renewed hope flow through her heart, and then she opened her mouth to harmonize softly, her angelic voice echoed through the wind, her haunting melody soothing her all the more.
Her voice was like that of a siren, enchanting the entire valley. Born from a magic that brought life and peace, Rapunzel's presence and her lyrical voice could wash away pain, despair and hate, and instead bring comfort, hope and harmony. Not so far away, an enormous serpent coiled right next to one of the rabbits without making any effort to try and eat it. It was the same with a young hawk owl and a field mouse, the two actually cuddling against each other with complete disregard for the food chain. It was not always like whenever she sang the song for her magic hair, when Mother asked her to. This was because she wanted to, when it flowed freely from her heart and she sang the last verse of her song.
From the first of all time, until time is undone
Forever and ever and ever and ever
I am the sky and the dawn and the sun
I am the sky and the new day begun
I am the sky and the dawn and the…
Sun!
Rapunzel's soulful voice grew higher and more beautiful as she hit the high note as if it were second nature to her. As the last of her song finally drifted off, she dreamed of what awaited her in the strange outside world. She wouldn't give up hope just yet! Soon, she would have her chance to see the outside world, and to behold the floating lights! She just knew it! It would be more than just a dream, but also a place for her to start! It would be…
It would be…
It would be an adventure! One that would never end!
On that fateful day, her life would finally begin.
She couldn't wait until that day of freedom would finally arrive. All she could do was imagine what it might be like, or if she would even know it when it showed.
~o~O~o~
"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!"
The steady mid-morning peace and rhythm of the Corona docks was broken when a figure had come barreling his way through the crowd the very moment his ship had docked. Once he had all but galloped a good enough distance off ship, Flynn Rider finally slowed and bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"Oh, phew… I'm here… finally," he breathed heavily. "And golly gee willikers, I feel like it took nine months to get here!"
After a few minutes, he caught his second wind and stood upright, finally getting a good look at his destination. The very air was different as well. Flynn felt at ease and content, and could sense the timelessness of the kingdom, the peacefulness that surrounded him. Even though he only spent a short time in Nasaltown, it was not short enough. It was good to be back in a lively kingdom with good people, just like the four realms of the Alliance.
Flynn closed his eyes as he sniffed the air dramatically as if he were a bloodhound. "Mmmm… smells like opportunity! Ooh, and Bundt cake!"
Indeed, who knew what prospects might await him here in this new land? After all, when one visits a place they have never seen before, every event and affair to be had was a new experience. As his idol had always once said, the potential of a new land had no limit. He could feel it; the future was filled with promise, and the present rife with expectation. Who knew what kind of fun he would have in a place like this before finally setting course for Arendelle?
With that thought, he smiled broadly and strode forward with purpose.
Look out Corona, here comes Flynn Rider!
The thief's stomach suddenly growled loudly enough to startle several nearby bystanders.
… as soon as he finds that Bundt cake!
Sorry I've been gone for a while, everyone! Even so, my time away was well-spent. I ironed out many details for the rest of my story, watched the entire first season of the Tangled Tv series to find new storylines to implement and also wrote over sixty-thousand words to help out the story of a dear friend of mine. But I'm here now again, and you have my solemn word: I will not abandon this story. It WILL be seen through to the end! Huzzah!
Rapunzel, the Lost Princess and the Maiden of the Golden Flower, now takes to the stage, and Flynn Rider has finally come. All paths lead to Corona. The pieces are nearly assembled, and fate is set to weave their threads together into a new tapestry that will change everything forever. Nothing will ever be the same, not only for Flynn and Rapunzel, but the entire world.
And yes, of course there's singing! This takes part in the Disney universe, there had to be singing at some point! The one in this chapter aside from the Flower song is a rendition of The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun from Celtic Woman.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Disney franchise, nor the Tangled films nor the TV series or anything from the Celtic Woman album. Everything original you will see, however, is mine.