The Rapunzel without a Prince

One day there was a girl named Lizel. She likened her story to that of Rapunzel, kept in a tower locked away from the world by a witch. Awaiting the day when her prince would save her. But her prince could never come rescue her because he was trapped, screaming for the aid of somebody, anybody.

So now she must become the heroine of her story. Not realizing she was in the real world about to put a bullet through the head of her prince's bullies lost in the world that lies in a sickening fornication between fantasy and reality. Her prince not screaming pleas of help but rather for her to stop her madness. Because this was the real world, when you die there is no magical way of you coming back. Where when you are torn to shreds there is no stitching you back together like a rag doll. In this world there are no sleeping beauties except for the ones who are about to buried underground inside of a casket because no prince charming could break their eternal spell.

But now we are in her world. Where almost everything is free except for crimes, all of which must be paid for, and all prices are universal and final. What is the price you may ask? A tinge of blood, that's it you mat ask? No, the price is a simple exchange of your life, with only one judge, jury, and, executioner. Our dear, Lizel Elise Avengarde.

So now follow me in a story of love, tragedy, blood and insanity. The life of Lizel Elise Avengarde. The Rapunzel in a world of hanging trees and bloody executions awaiting her prince charming who never was