One autumn morning, Gothel was out picking some wildflowers. She loved doing it since she was little.
She was picking them for the child she kidnapped a week or two ago. She decided to name her "Rapunzel" because her hair held the magic of the rapunzel flowers.
The odd thing about Rapunzel is that she had very long hair. She has reached two weeks old and her hair as reached 3 feet in length. It didn't stop growing.
As Gothel began to head home after she picked the flowers, she sensed something. Something like trouble. She held out her hand mirror and summoned the Slave.
"What wouldst thy know, my Lady?"
"Show me Rapunzel!" Gothel exclaimed. Swirling green smoke appeared in the mirror, and later revealed Rapunzel crying on the floor.
Why was she on the floor? Gothel saw someone in the mirror.
It was Glaeria! She had went unconscious and dropped on the floor, also dropping the poor baby. Gothel dropped the her basket and shoved her mirror back and frantically ran as fast as her legs could in a panic back to her tower, as sweat began to drip over her forehead.
Out of breath, Gothel frantically pulled the rock wall and sealed it with the red powder, she ran upstairs, almost tripping, and then reached the top floor.
Gothel saw the baby crying loudly and immediately but carefully put it back to it's crib, and ran to Ms. Glaeria.
"Glaeria! Oh no, what has happened to you?!" Gothel tried to hold back her tears. Gothel dragged Ms. Glaeria's body to the infant and began to enchant the words.
"Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, and bring back what once was mine, what once was mine." Gothel was in a rush trying to revive her, but unfortunately, Gothel couldn't hear or feel a heartbeat in Glaeria anymore. Gothel was sad, angry, and blamed herself for her passing.
"I wish I could just say goodbye to her before she passed." Gothel mumbled, sobbing hardly. She can't lose another important thing in her life. She was not only her maid, but also a friend to her.
Thank you, Glaeria, for being a part of my life. You were a friend and a blessing to me, and I will never forget you, She thought.
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When Will My Life Begin
FantasyThis is a very old tale of The Brother's Grimm, almost 200 years old, or possibly more. This tale is about a young girl who was born with very, very long hair, who was kidnapped at birth by a wicked, old hag. There are many versions of this tale, su...
