Tangled ~ Romano X Reader - Intro
"'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 girl named [your name] 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.'"
A flower--from the suns rays--grew, glowing with it's life, breathing the power it held, glowing from the delicate petals. It pulsed with the life that swarmed around it, beating in time with the sweet and gentle animals heartbeats. Sadly..all power comes with evil.
An old woman, her skin worn, looking paper thin like onion skin--lines, worry and apprehension, carved deep in--with the paleness of age and long and straight gray hair, cloaked in a blood red cape, walked towards the flower with a greedy look in her fading violet eyes.
"'Oh, you see that old woman over there? You might want to remember her. She's kind of important. Well, centuries passed, and a hop skip and a boat ride away there 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 miracle. Or in this case, a magic golden flower.'"
Boats, dozens of them, came rushing. They were filled with people, lanterns in hand with anxious--beyond that--looks on their faces. Voices murmured through the crowds. Would they find it? Will their Queen and new Prince or Princess live? They were soon to find out, as they didn't have much time left to anticipate.
Going back to the flower, it was hidden by a bush, the same old lady coming to the bush and revoking the fake basket, that was decorated to look like a bush to confuse others. Exposed, the flower curled up a little more, searching for it's companion, that was the sun. It's life throbbed in the exposed veins of it's delicate petals, even after centuries of living. It was even more lively than before, if anything.
Kneeling down next to the flower, the old lady's face highlighted by the gentle glow it cast off into the night, her lantern now rested beside her feet. Her dull violet eyes, masked with no emotion from her very old age.
"'Ah, I told you she'd be important. You see, instead of sharing the sun's gift, this woman, Mother Anneliese, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years, and all she had to do was sing a special song.'"
The old woman opened her mouth to sing, her voice feather light as she brushed her old frail fingers along the petals of the delicate flower. "Flower, gleam and glow.. Let, your power shine.. Make the clock reverse.. Bring back what once was mine! What once was mine..."
Her withering skin became more youthful, moving quickly across her skin, the age lines disappearing like rippling water. Her long gray hair turned a warm chocolate brown color, starting from the roots and making it's way down to the tips, turning it silky and bouncy once again. Her gleaming violet eyes regained life once again, and she smiled.
Hearing people's voices gracing over the grassy hillsides, she gasped, pulling up her cloak to shroud her face, replacing the fake bush over the flower once again. She took her lantern, and with one last glance at the direction of which the voices were coming, she spun and took off into the night.
Little did she know she knocked over the only thing that hid the flower from other people.
"'All right, you get the gist. She sings to it, she turns young, creepy, right?'"
The guards, which of whom led a small petition of loyal citizens, saw a soft glowing light, making their way over the hill to where smiles finally could grace their features once again. They knew, finally, that there was a chance to save their beloved Queen.
"We found it!" They shouted gleefully into the night, quickly moving down the hill, their bodies soggy and covered with mud, yet they still pushed on. Everyone came swarming around the flower, people digging it out of the ground and quickly moving back towards the ship.
Sailing quickly back to their King and Queen, they ran through the serpent like streets, climbing until they finally reached the castle. The King was standing there, awaiting their return. The guards and the King rushed into the castle, the servants quickly preparing the flower as they darted though the halls. Setting it into a mixture, the flower set the water alight with a warm glow.
Reaching the Queen, the King knelt next to her on the bed, gently propping her up with his arm and helping her take a sip of the water with the magical flower pulsing within. Immediately, a flush of color came to the beautiful woman's cheeks, everyone quietly celebrating.
"'The magic of the golden flower healed the queen! A healthy baby girl, a princess was born, with beautiful golden hair. I'll give you a hint: that's [your name]. To celebrate her birth, the King and Queen launched a flying lantern into the sky. And for that one moment, everything was perfect."
Baby [your name] watched with wide [eye color] eyes that contrasted with her mothers perfectly, filled with untamed curiosity. She reached up as the lantern floated into the sky, giggling as it shone, rising higher and higher. Her parents smiling down lovingly at their new born daughter.
"'And then that moment ended.'"
Anneliese silently pushed open the balcony doors that was right off the new Princess' room. She already looked severely aged again, her skin old and paper thin, looking as if too much pressure would snap her in half. A sharp blade was in her hand, gleaming in the moonbeams that glittered into the peaceful room.
Reaching the girls crib, she began to sing the song, grabbing a piece of the adorable little girls bright blonde hair as she slept soundly. "Flower gleam and glow.. Let your power shine.. Make the clock re-" she gasped as the blade sliced through the girls hair, her renewing skin fading back to aged again. The baby girls hair turned [hair color], not blonde. Then Anneliese realized. The power was within the girl. She needed the girl.
"'Anneliese broke into the castle, stole the child and just like that-- gone.'"
"'The kingdom searched and searched but they could not find the Princess. For deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Anneliese raised the child as her own.'"
As Anneliese brushed the small four year old girls hair, she sang, her soft and gentle voice ringing off the walls of the tower. Her [eye color] eyes were closed, focused on what she sang, beautiful and gentle, loving and kind. Much unlike her so thought mother.
"Heal what has been hurt.. Change the fates design.. Save what has been lost.. Bring back what once was mine! What once was mine.."
"'Anneliese had found her new magic flower, but this time she was determined to keep it hidden."'
"Why can't I go outside?" [your name] asked, her sweet voice now barely heard over the soft cracking of the flames within the heat. The light shone onto her [skin color] completion, smiling upon her as if the licks of flame represented the life that thrived within her small body.
"The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you're safe. Do you understand, flower?" Anneliese asked in return to the girl, still brushing her already long hair. Her violet eyes were cold, but slightly warm went she knew she had her flower again. This time for forever.
"Yes mommy." The little girl replied, sighing softly enough to where the woman could not hear.
"'But the walls of that tower could not hide everything. Each year, on her birthday, the King and Queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky, in hope that one day, their lost princess would return.."'