The Four of Us

Rapunzel of Corona

Rapunzel's POV:

"I think this is it for today, Pascal."

Pascal nodded and I put my art supplies back in the casket. Whew! I looked at my hands. There were bits of red and blue paint in my fingertips. Pascal and I just finished painting a mural in the walls of the tower. Mother had just left, to find food again. Basically it's me and Pascal left alone in the tower. I looked at the clock to see that it was now seven o'clock. Need to do chores again, I think.

I swept the dust from the floor, dusted out the furnitures, fold clothes, polished the floor, baked pastries, sew dresses, made candles, swept the floor again and now I've finished doing basic chores as 15 minutes had passed.

Hmm what should I do next? Oh I know! How about read a book? Or maybe play the guitar? Paint the walls maybe? Play darts and puzzles and chess? Bake again? Knit? Do paper mâché? Ballet a little? Pottery making? Ventriloquy?

Exercise? Climb up?

Oh man it looks I've been doing these like forever! Well the usual things. Read books, maybe not. Paint the walls, how come? They are all painted in every spaces. Then I brushed my super long hair till the very end of it. Do I usually have to do things like this forever? I've been in this tower for like 18 years and now I am already 18. Wait! My birthday is today!

The lights! They usually appear every year on my birthday. How I wanted to know those lights. Mother said they're just stars but I know there's something more than stars. Maybe if I'll  just.....step outside and see the lights maybe? I hope Mother understands. Whenever I say things like these, Mother says I keep mumbling but I know I don't and that everything I say is real. Could she at least let me go for a while?

I pondered these questions in my head. I stared at the sky once more. The beautiful glow of the sun with clouds painted on the blue, blue sky. The leaves rustled and birds are singing and fluttered away. What's it like there? Outside this lonely tower? I sighed and went back inside with Pascal.

(Time Skip)

It's been twenty minutes and Mother hasn't come back yet. I looked out the window once again. Pascal climbed up my shoulder and I patted his head and placed him on my hands. I'm so bored right now. I've already done chores and did everything to ease boredom and yet it's not yet that good. Ugh! What am I going to do? That's when I saw a part of the wall that has not been painted yet. It was covered by some chair and curtains, making that part gloomy. I got an idea!

I picked up my paintbrush and paint. I climbed up there and first covered the wall with navy blue paint. Then I painted some gold and yellow circles. After that I painted some outlines in it and trees. And lastly I painted myself sitting on a tree looking at the lights. I sighed. I wish I know what those lights are.

After painting I talked to Pascal again. Pascal was just a small green chameleon with a big heart. When I'm always alone, he provided me constant company and I appreciated it. He's the only friend I can find in this lonely tower.

Suddenly I feel something. Air. But it's not that humid. It's cold. How weird. I live in a sunny place but I've never felt any cold air in here. I put Pascal in my shoulder and he shivered then hid himself and used a strand of my hair as a blanket.

I saw a swift movement. I looked up. Nothing. I looked here and there, nothing. Was it a bird or a butterfly? There goes the wind again. The temperature inside somehow got colder and colder. I shivered. What is the cause of this? I went to the kitchen and picked up my trusty frying pan. I may have not used it regularly but somehow it serves as a weapon for any intruders who'll get me and cut my hair. It's what Mother says so that's why she wants me to stay here always.