Two days before her eighteenth birthday, and Rapunzel had been having a day just like, well, every other day of her life so far. She'd been up before dawn, prepared for a day of trying to pass the time while Mother was still away on her trip to the kingdom for food and supplies.
Now that the morning sun had fully risen, though, Rapunzel's day had taken an odd and terrifying turn. She'd been tending to the plants at her window when she'd seen the group of men; of ruffians, no doubt, approach, and in an instant she'd shut the window and gone quiet.
She listened to the men talking, but seventy feet up, she couldn't make out any particular words. She just knew her blood was running cold. How could this be happening? Mother had hidden them away so carefully!
A soft trilling noise from her the chameleon on her shoulder offered her some comfort, and Rapunzel realized she had to do something to protect her home. Steeling herself, she reached out for the nearest thing that could function as a weapon - a frying pan, it turned out - and slunk back into the shadows, waiting.
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Now that the morning sun had fully risen, though, Rapunzel's day had taken an odd and terrifying turn. She'd been tending to the plants at her window when she'd seen the group of men; of ruffians, no doubt, approach, and in an instant she'd shut the window and gone quiet.
She listened to the men talking, but seventy feet up, she couldn't make out any particular words. She just knew her blood was running cold. How could this be happening? Mother had hidden them away so carefully!
A soft trilling noise from her the chameleon on her shoulder offered her some comfort, and Rapunzel realized she had to do something to protect her home. Steeling herself, she reached out for the nearest thing that could function as a weapon - a frying pan, it turned out - and slunk back into the shadows, waiting.
She could do this. She could handle it.