”Once upon a time, there use to live a lovely maiden who captured the hearts of everyone who her beauty … among those was the demon king. He came, took her by force back to his home. There she remained the beauty far and grand … but just as her birthmark of a rose, she was too fragile and soon her beauty burned along with her soul. Months, a year before her death she had given birth in secrecy to a knight. He alone raised his boy who had children of his own … the fear of losing his own daughter started a tradition within this family. Every girl, no matter age or even beauty has been held in these remote parts. Many dying virgins, others finding love one way or another…”
The young blond looked up to her aunt as she finished brushing her long golden hair. Looking down she sighed softly, kicking her feet and staring at the rose mark on her own hand. “Auntie … that is just a story, isn’t it?”
“Rapunzel, my dear sweet flower… I’m afraid it isn’t. But now you know why you cannot go to the village ever again … I promise it won’t be bad! It’ll be just the two of us for a while … you’ll see.” The young blond frowned and started to comb out the tangles from her long locks. The eight year old looked from her tower bedroom; she was the newest edition to the tower and the only daughter of men. She would never see her brothers or old friends unless they came to the tower, which would not be likely. Maybe now and again she would see her older brothers.
~Ten years later~
Rapunzel had grown to be a lovely woman. With hair like golden silk flowing down to her hips and eyes as green as the new born leaves for Spring, the young woman had grown to be a beauty to hide. Often a not she was allowed to go outside the tower now and again, often only to the creek behind her home to fetch fresh water. She had been kept hidden and so far no one but her family knew about the eighteen year old. So far she had lived a peaceful life; often she could be found trying to escape her tower.
It was a cold winter morning when Rapunzel left the tower to the creek. She sat down, her summer dress pooled around her slim body. With a red button nose and red cheeks to match, she groaned softly and lay back on the snow. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back out but for the morning she wanted to feel the cold ice against her. Her aunt, keeper, had been keeping the young woman under lock and key more and more. Fearing that somehow someone would find her and want to take her away like that old story she was always told. The young woman hated it but had no control over it so she stuck it out.
Snowflakes began to fall once again, caught on her golden locks and soft colored peach skin. Humming softly to herself she smiled looking up at the sky, it was clear funny enough and snow was still falling. She always did find this time of year beautiful, well after All Hallows Eve.
“Lets the people sing/ Hear their voices in air/ Hear blue jays/ Hear the blue jays sing a little song/ Hear the people sing a song/ Coming from their hearts/ Coming from their hearts/ Let the devil hear their songs/ Let him hear them/ Let him hear them!/ Perhaps his heart will melt and everything will be just fine/ Perhaps .. Perhaps…” Rapunzel smiled to herself as she trailed off from the song. She had always loved to sing. Often she had been scold by her aunt for singing it, saying that it was a song challenging the evil and one day that evil would come and swipe her away. Of course Rapunzel laughed at this, who would ever be able to find her in the thorn woods? No one knew the safe path. Besides, she often said she would like to met someone else, even if the someone was from the depths of hell itself.