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Rapunzel remained in her chamber until later in the evening, when Gothel had finished cooking and was on her way to bring her some.
"I'm sorry, mum. I didn't mean to yell at you. " Rapunzel whispered from behind Gothel, nearly giving her a heart attack. She didn't even notice that she walked out of her room.
Gothel restored her composure so after clearing her throat "It's OK. Here, eat something, and unwind. " Rapunzel nodded and hugged her before retreating to her room. Gothel's shoulders became as frigid as frost at that time. Rapunzel was undergoing significant changes.
Rapunzel spotted a fluttering illumination from beneath the floorboards as she was eating. She slithered up to it and sought to pry the planks open. When she managed to release it, she was met by a little regal crown, as though it belonged to a child. It also contained credentials and portraits of a newborn and its supposedly parents. Rapunzel took her time, scrutinizing each one thoroughly.
And when she stumbled upon a journal passage that disclosed the reality of the situation, she broke into hysterics.
Gothel was jarred awake in the dark by the sounds of something shattering. She got up, drowsy and dazed, to investigate it. Her pulse nearly stopped as she spotted two jeweled orbs staring back at her as smashed furniture and glass strewn the flooring. Rapunzel appeared suspended in mid-air, her attention locked on Gothel. Her lengthy tresses shone brightly like the sun, and their threads snapped at her like serpents. Gothel had lost touch of the young, affectionate child she had raised and cared for.
She was adamant about proving to the people of their country that Rapunzel was a divine gift. Nonetheless, she had been a blithering i***t to assume that this hell-sent evil monster could mend.
Rapunzel flung a vase just next to Gothel, crushing it into fragments, drawing her back to reality. A widespread mirror loomed across the wall, and Gothel beheld Rapunzel's reflection, as that of a demon's.
"Mother, are you surprised? This must be why you refuse to let me leave? I'm the monster, after all! "
Rapunzel drew nearer to her. Her countenance morphed into something so repulsive and abhorrent that Gothel couldn't discern who she was. Gothel was lifted aloft by her glowing tresses, which blockaded her like predators poised to smother their victim. "Mother, you're out of luck. It appears that the monster is willing to wreak havoc. "
Gothel ached to embrace her and remind her that she wasn't like this, that she was compassionate and affectionate. But, much as the instant her parents started to notice her hair, she was powerless to completely alter it. She should've assassinated her, but a fraction of Gothel never regretted the decision she made that day.
The jarring cacophony of burnt timber and the dreadful stench of the atmosphere were accentuated by the subtle humming of a music box. Rapunzel crouched near the shoreline, itching for the vessel.
They flocked to her as soon as the first sun ray made an appearance, trying to figure out for certain if she was okay. The vessel embarked Rapunzel on their sojourn to attend to her gashes after scrutinizing the vicinity and spotting no other survivor.
She buried the overwhelming amusement in her heart underneath a strained façade; thrilled to see the people and her allegedly younger sister, who now presided over her erstwhile dwelling. Rapunzel, however, glanced one last time at the land whence she experienced childhood, which was now nothing other than embers, prior to actually heading home.
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