Chapter 3: She is a Crazy Lady

Rupunzel finds out that magic really exists and finds out her life isnt as simple as it seemed

So do you want to know what I found? Of course you do. I’m a little hesitant to tell you though. You might think I’m crazy or something. Heck when I found it I thought I was crazy. But that’s totally beside the point. What I found was her real reason for keeping me up her and why she had a ridiculous obsession with my hair.

She had it all hidden in the laundry room. I would have never found it if I hadn’t decided to do some laundry that day. I got in my fancy elevator, which plays awesome music not lame sleepy stuff, and took it to the laundry room. It’s just like a normal laundry room but circular. I noticed that my guardian had hung my dresses for me and went to grab my favorite one. I picked it off the rack but as I turned to walk away with it I felt it snag on something. I promptly went to go see what it was because if it ripped this dress I would have a major freak out.  The corner of my dress was stuck in the floor. Actually it looked like it was growing out of the floor because I couldn’t see anything that it could have gotten stuck in. I knelt down and tried to pull the end out. I pushed on the floor right next to it as I pulled up and the floor opened.

And this is where it gets weird. The floor where my dress was opened up and a door popped up. I thought I was hallucinating. I mean doors don’t grow out of floors but this one did. There was nothing holding the door up. I walked around it and the laundry room was still on the other side. So I pulled it open thinking I would just see the laundry room again but once again I was surprised. There was her “magic room”. When she told me she was an enchantress I thought she was just living in an adult fantasy world. I mean, no one really believes in that kind of stuff anymore. But what I had just seen and what I was now looking at completely blew my mind. It was all real and she was hiding it in my laundry room.

I walked inside and just stood in amazement. This room looked like something out of a renaissance horror show. I’m talking like Shakespeare time period. There were shelves full of spell ingredients, most of which were completely disgusting.  There were bookcases full of spell books and magical histories. There was one titled How to Train Your Dragon and I thought it was a book from the movie. But of course it wasn’t. It was quite literally a book about how to train a dragon. I walked around for a while and then I saw it.

Sitting on a tall table on top of a black cloth was a book that was wide open. Most people would probably hear their voice of caution right about now saying, “don’t look at the book! Don’t look at the book!”  but I didn’t listen. I walked right on over and looked at the book. On it was a picture of a young girl with long, long, hair. I couldn’t read what it said because it was written in a different language but there were enough pictures for me to get the gist of it. Next to the girl with long hair was a picture of a beautiful woman. She was holding a staff so I assumed she was an enchantress like my guardian. The next picture was of both of them together but the girl with the hair was on her knees begging the enchantress for something but she wasn’t going to give in. The next one was of the girl with the long hair making out with a guy he looked like royalty. It looked really romantic but I got a bad feeling. I didn’t want to keep looking at the pictures, but I was so entranced by the story I couldn’t stop. The next picture was of the witch cutting the long hair from the girl. The next was  the same except the witch was on the last strand of hair and the prince was there with an old guy in a robe with a walking stick. Another enchanter I guess. It looked like they had just barged in on them. The next one was of the guy enchanter aiming his stick at the enchantress and there was a streak of something coming out and the enchantress was covering her face. It looked like she was cowering from it. In the next one she was dissolved in a mist of blackness and the enchanter had aimed his stick at the couple as was casting a spell on them. The next one over showed the enchantress still engulfed in black smoke but the couple had turned into different people. They now looked like a poor couple who could have passed as farmers. Their pictures stirred a memory in me but I couldn’t quite figure out what. In the last one was the couple and the enchanter disappearing just as the cloud of smoke around the witch dissolved. There was nothing else so I turned the page. On the next page was a picture of me and written underneath it was this sentence: “I will not fail this time.”

 

Reviews

[ByJ.T.Rogers]

much better. Though you need to make "how to train your dragon' back to normal, it's silly to have that bold and underlined. The picture story was cool, I have questions about it. So if it's a story of the old hag who took the time to make the picture? If the old hag did it then it needs to be prejudiced, it needs to be seen from her point of view. If the book is magical and writes it its self then I think it fine.