Author: NYCitygurl Title: Tale as Old as Time Fandom: Across Disney fandoms Summary: Tales as old as time ... retold by Disney and borrowed by me. Notes: Written for the 7th Ultimate Drabble Challenge. List of Movies Week One: Tangled Week Two: The Little Mermaid Week Three: The Princess and the Frog Week Four: Aladdin Week Five: Beauty and the Beast Week Six: Mulan Week Seven: Snow White Week Eight: Pocahontas Week Eight: Frozen Week Nine: Brave Week Ten: Brother Bear Week Eleven: Peter Pan Week Twelve: Alice in Wonderland Week Thirteen: Cinderella Week Fourteen: Sleeping Beauty Week One: Rapunzel Baby She was just a child, a little golden-haired princess still in her cradle. And she had the magic of life within her. All Mother Gothel wanted was a little snip of that hair, a way to turn herself young again as she had done for ages untold … but snipped, the hair turned brown and dull, its magic lost. Gothel had no other choice. She snatched the princess and fled, leaving the king and queen to mourn the daughter they’d fought so hard to save. Mother Gothel, uncaring, fled into the forest with little Rapunzel, to a hidden tower … Child Mother Gothel raised the child as her own. Safe in the tower, Rapunzel’s hair grew long and bright. Gothel never let her cut it, for that would mean the end of her magic. Every night, Rapunzel would sing the song her new mother taught her, and every night, Gothel’s ageless beauty was renewed. Rapunzel didn’t remember any of her life before; she had been too little. She stayed in the small room in the high tower, not complaining—much—and Gothel was safe. But the thought ever dwelled at the back of her mind that someday, Rapunzel would grow up. Teenager Rapunzel grew into a young woman—gangly and awkward and barefoot, but still beautiful, a beauty that would only mature as she aged. And she became more restless. She wanted adventure and excitement—she wanted to know what happened beyond the walls of her tower. Gothel would never let her go, so when Rapunzel had the chance, she leaped—into the arms of one Flynn Rider, would took her to see the lights and took her heart with him when he left. And so she fled back to the tower, thinking her life was over, just as Gothel had planned. Adult Age is only a number, some say, and Rapunzel took that step into adulthood the moment she saw Flynn lying hurt on the floor. She begged, she pleaded—she needed him. Gothel saw her adopted daughter slipping away for good and sought to hold on with everything she had. Even fatally wounding the man Rapunzel loved. Is this what I get for raising her? Is this my reward? For sixteen years, she’d treated Rapunzel like her own daughter. And this was the thanks she got: Rapunzel was willing to fight, to leave, for Rider. Gothel had to protect her magic. Elderly In the end, it wasn’t Rapunzel, after all. Gothel saw Flynn move toward Rapunzel, saw him slash his arm—and watched with horror, unable to stop it, as Rapunzel’s long, golden locks fell to the floor, the same brown as the one Gothel had cut all those years ago. The magic had been cut. Gothel felt herself shriveling. She reached out, but it was too late. She had lived hundreds of years past her time, and she suddenly started to feel her age. And then she was nothing but dust on the ground, and Rapunzel turned away and didn’t weep.