This is the of how I died. Don't worry, this is actually a very fun story. And the is, it isn't even mine.
This is the of a girl named Rapunzel. And it starts with the sun.
Now, once upon a time, a single drop of fell from the heavens. And from this drop of sun grew a magic, golden flower. It had the to heal the sick, and injured.
Well, pass and a hop, skip and a jump away grew a kingdom. The was by a beloved King and Queen. And the Queen, well, she was about to have a baby and she got sick...really, sick.
She was out of time. And that's when start to look for a miracle. Or in this case, a flower.
There was an old, old woman. And of the sun's gift, this woman, Gothel, hoarded its power and used it to keep herself young for of years.
And all she had to do was sing a song.
Flower and glow,
let your shine
Make the reverse,
bring back what once was mine
What once was mine
All right, you get the gist. She sings: she young. Creepy, right?
The soldiers of Corona searched everywhere, and they finally found it. The of the flower healed the queen. A baby girl, a was born with hair.
To her birth, the King and Queen a into the sky. For that one moment, everything was perfect. And then that ended.
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I yawned and slowly opened my eyes. Another new day! Time to get stuff done! The sunlight filtered through my room, brightening up the purple walls and sending streams of dust particles floating on its soft rays.
I could still smell lingering scents of paint in the air, and I rolled onto my stomach and stretched. My fingers and wrists still had paint remains on them: colors of gold, midnight, and violet. My latest painting project.
Oh! I leaped out of bed, and ran to the window. It's my birthday tomorrow! I laughed, feeling excited in a way I'd never felt before. All the fairy tales I'd read spoke of the heroine's life beginning at age eighteen, and I felt like this was the day my life would begin...really begin.
I hadn't opened the shutters yet, and I saw a small shadow streak across the sill. I smiled. Poor Pascal. Bored out of his mind. I waited a moment, then shoved the shutters open.
"Hah!"
I heard him wheezing beside one of the flower pots, but I decided not to let on. "Hmm, well I guess Pascal's not hiding out here." I flung a strand of hair over my shoulder and critically surveyed the window sill. I saw his faint shadow on the sill. I pretended to turn around. Let him enjoy a few moments of victory.
I swung up on one of the rafters above the window, silently, stealthily, and calmly. I heard a breathy chuckle, and I smiled too. If Mother ever saw me hanging like this over my window, I'd receive a huge lecture on how I wasn't being ladylike, etc. But she wasn't here, and she'd never know.
Not unless Pascal suddenly turned out to be a talking chameleon.
I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, then let it down. It touched the chameleon's tail, and out of a reflex, Pascal's tail curled around my hair. I have you now! I yanked my hair up while letting myself down at the same time.
