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Repunzniall Part 1

This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a boy named Repunzniall, and it starts with the sun.

            Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens and from this small drop of sun, grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
            Well, centuries passed, and a hop skip and a boat ride away grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved King and Queen. And the Queen, well, she was about to have a baby. She got sick. Really, sick. She was running out of time, and that’s when people usually start to look for a miricle. Or in this case, a magic golden flower.
            A very, very old woman, Mother Gothel, hoarded the magic, golden flower’s healing powers and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years, and all she had to do was sing a special song.

Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the close reverse
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine

            Mother Gothel becomes young once again. You get the gist, she sings to it, she turns young, creepy, right?
            The magic of the golden flower healed the Queen. The king had made it into a broth for the Queen to drink. And a healthy baby boy, a princess was born, with beautiful golden hair.
            I’ll give you hint: that’s Repunzniall.
            To celebrate her birth, the King and Queen launched a flying lantern into the sky. And for that one moment, everything was perfect.

Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the close re-

            Mother Gothel had snuck into the palace. She snuck up to the crib of the baby boy, singing the song as she cut the hair. Unfortunately for her, cutting the hair makes the strand loose its power, turning auburn. Gothel, then, stole the child and just like that, gone.
            The kingdom search and searched but they could not find the prince. For deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Gothel raised the child as her own.

“Heal what has been hurt
Change the fate’s design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine”

            Gothel had found her new magic flower, but this time she was determined to keep it hidden.

            “Why can’t I go outside?” a young Repunzniall asked.
            “The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you are safe. Do you understand flower?” Gothel replied.
            “Yes, mummy,” little Repunzniall murmured sadly.

            But the walls of that tower could not hide everything. Each year, on his birthday, the King and Queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky, in hope that one day, their lost prince would return.

            “Ha! Hmm. Well, I guess Liam’s not hiding out here,” Repunzniall chuckled, pretending to turn away from the window where he knew the little chameleon was hiding. He heard a little lizard snigger and turned around cackling, picking up Liam.
            “Gotcha! That’s twenty-two for me. How about twenty-three out of forty-five?” Repunzniall laughs at the frown he received from Liam, “Okay, well, what do you want to do?” Liam flicked his tail towards the outside, and Repunzniall shook his head, “Yeah, I don’t think so. I like it in here, and so do you,” Repunzniall said unconvincingly.
            Repunzniall turned and started on his chores, sweeping, polishing, waxing, doing laundry, mopping and shining. He sighed when not even fifteen minutes had passed and picked up the three books’ he’d read over a thousand times. He began painting on his walls, playing his beloved guitar, knitted, cooked, and stared wantonly out the window more.
            He ate, of course, but it was the same thing he’d eaten since he was able to make food for himself. Repunzniall  did puzzles, played darts, and baked some more. He worked on his paper-mache, dancing, chess, potter, ventriloquy with Liam, and made a lot of candles. Repunzniall grabbed the three books again, reading them sadly, painted the slowly filling walls.
            Finally, he settled for brushing and brushing and brushing and brushing his hair. It was longer than the tower he lived in. He decided that he would speak to his mother about the lanterns he saw every year on his birthday. Ready to see them finally.

            “Wow! I could get used to a view like this!” I exclaimed as I stood on top of the castle, looking out to the kingdom, my hands on my hips, my curly brown hair flowing in the wind.
            “Styles! Come on!” My goon yelled at me demandingly.
            “Hold on. Yep. I’m used to it. Guys, I want a castle!” I said turning around, smiling charmingly at the two men I was with.
            “We do this job. You can buy your own castle,” my other goon growled.
            I put my hands up defensively as they wrapped the rope around my waist. They lowered me down through the sky light, right above the crown. The object, currently, of my affections. The guard that stood with his back in front of me sneezed, one that I had become familiar with as people began to develop the disease.
            “Bieber Fever?” I asked.
            “Yeah,” The guard responded, smiling weakly, turning back around.
            With that I grabbed the crown quickly, stuffing it in my satchel, and was quickly pulled up through the sky light, no one was the wiser. We quickly moved down from the roof, running through the forest.
            “Can’t you picture me in a castle of my own? ‘Cause, I certainly can. All the things we’ve seen and it’s only eight in the morning! Gentlemen. This. Is a very big day!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“This is it! This is a very big day, Liam. Mmhmm. I’m finally going to do it! I’m going to ask her!” Repunzniall said excitedly.
            “Repunzniall!” Repunzniall heard his mother’s voice from at the bottom of the tower, and gasped excitedly, “Let down your hair!”
            “It’s time. All right now Liam, we can’t let her see you,” Repunzniall hid Liam behind the curtain where Repunzniall had painted a picture of him watching the lanterns.
            “Repunzniall! I’m not getting any younger down here!” Gothel called from down below.
            “Coming mother!” Repunzniall sighed and quickly moved to the window, making his long hair into a pulley for the woman to come up. Once she was up in the tower, Repunzniall brought his hair back in, smoothing it back into place.
            “Hi, welcome mother.”
            “Ah, Repunzniall! How you manage to do that every single day without a fail! It looks absolutely exhausting, darling,” She sighed dramatically, moving into the kitchen.
            “Oh… It’s nothing,” Repunzniall shrugged. He was a guy, it had developed all his muscles, but of course they weren’t obvious, and he continued to look feminine. Repunzniall moved towards his mother slowly, shyly, cautiously.
            “Then I don’t know why it takes so long!” She chuckled in a sing-song voice, “Oh, darling! I’m just teasing.”
            Repunzniall just laughed awkwardly, trying to keep the mood bouncy. “Alright, so, mother. As you know, tomorrow is a very big day,” Repunzniall was interrupted by Gothel.
            “Repunzniall, look in that mirror,” his mother commanded, pulling him close, draping her arm across his shoulders, “You know what I see? I see a strong, confident, beautiful, young lady,” She said. Repunzniall’s heart swelled, even if the woman seemed to get his gender wrong, he still felt elated in the compliment.
            “Oh look! You’re here too!” She cackled, and Repunzniall’s heart fell, his sparkling eyes becoming dull again, “I’m just teasing! Stop taking everything so seriously!”
            Repunzniall just ignored her, trying to get to the point he’d been trying to make before. “Okay, so mother, as I was saying, tomorrow-,” And he was interrupted, yet again.
            “Repunzniall, mother’s feeling a little run-down. Would you sing for me dear?” Gothel expressed, feigning exasperation
            “Oh of course mother!” Repunzniall exclaimed, setting up a chair for his mother, and a stool for him, and grabbed a brush setting it down for her.

“Flour gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse-.”

            Repunzniall sang quickly so that he could tell his mother what he desired.
            “Wait!” Mother Gothel exclaimed afraid the magic would be there and disappear in a matter of seconds.

“Bring back what once was mine.”

            “Wait!” She exclaimed again brushing his hair as fast as possible.

“Heal what has been hurt
Change the fate’s design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine.”

            “Repunzniall!” Gothel reprimanded him.
            “So, mother, earlier I was saying tomorrow’s a pretty big day and you didn’t really respond, so I’m just going to tell you… It’s my birthday!” Repunzniall chuckled awkwardly, shifting from heal to toe.
            “No… No, no. That can’t be. I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year,” Mother Gothel shook her head walking towards the kitchen.
            “That’s the funny thing about birthdays… They’re kind of an annual thing!” Repunzniall gasped out, his face flushed because of his nervousness, “Mother, I’m turning nineteen, and I wanted to ask… What I really want for this birthday… Actually what I really want for my birth-… want for my birthda-,” Repunzniall gasped out, his breath becoming uneven.
            “Okay Repunzniall, please, stop mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling! It’s very annoying,” Gothel reprimanded, Repunzniall frowning, his eyebrows furrowing, “I’m just teasing, you’re adorable, I love you so much darling.”
            “I want to see the floating lights!” Repunzniall blurted out, his hands balled into fists, staring down at his feet.
            “What?” Gothel cocked up an eyebrow, wondering if she heard what she thought she had heard.
            “Well… I was hoping you would take me to see the floating lights,” Repunzniall stuttered out.
            “Oh! You mean the stars,” Gothel cackled, running her hands through her hair.
            “Well… You see… I’ve charted stars and their always constant… But these.. They appear every year on my birthday, mother.. ONLY on my birthday. And I can’t… Help but feel like they’re… They’re meant for me,” Repunzniall, stared up at his charted stars and through his sun roof, “I need to see them mother. And not just from my window. In person. I have to know what they are!”
            “You want to go outside?! Repunzniall, look at yourself, you’re as fragile as a flower, you know why we stay up in this tower,” Gothel started on her usual lecture.
            “I know, but-,” Repunzniall was interrupted again.
            “It’s to keep you safe and sound. Dear, I know this day has been coming, I knew you’d want to leave, soon, but not yet. Trust me, mother knows best,” Gothel smiled evilly at Repunzniall.
            “Shh, trust me pet. Mother knows best, listen to me. It’s a scary world out there Repunzniall. Something will go wrong out there, it always does.  There are ruffians, thugs, poison ivy, quicksand, cannibals, and snakes! The plague!” Repunzniall tried to disagree, but was unable get a word in edge wise, “There are large bugs, men with pointy teeth, please stop me when it becomes too much!
            “Mother’s right here, mother will protect you, stay with mama,” Repunzniall had been pulled into a tight hug from Gothel at this point, petting his hair, “You won’t survive. Look at you, gullible, naive, grubby, ditzy, vague, and you’re getting kinda chubby.
            “I’m just telling you because I love you, mother understands, mother’s here to help you. Repunzniall?” Mother Gothel finished.
            “Yeah?” Repunzniall asked dejectedly.
            “Don’t ever ask to leave this tower again,” Gothel growled.
            “Yes, mother,” Repunzniall murmured turning away.
            “I love you very much dear,” Gothel said as an after thought.
            “I love you more,” Repunzniall replied, sighing softly.
            “I love you most,” Gothel murmured kissing Repunzniall’s forehead, “And don’t forget it. You’ll regret it, mother knows best. Repunzniall I’ll see you soon, my flower.”
            “I’ll be here,” Repunzniall grumbled.