This is my first Tangled Fanfic, hope y'all like it.

The Witch In the Tower

Chapter 0: Prologue

Ever heard of the story of the girl with the long golden hair that could go for seemingly miles? The witch that had captured her as a baby to take the power that belonged to the hair, would sing to it to gain her age back.

You must be thinking that this is just like the story you've been told, that soon enough her prince will come to her and save her from the evil witch in her clutches, but life isn't actually that easy, and magic always comes with a price.

Her mother may get younger, but have you ever wondered if the girl would get younger too? After all the magic is inside of her body. If that magic was awakened, would it not affect the girl as well.

Mother Gothel realized this after a year of using her hair to bring the wrinkles out of her eyes, and the baby had not grown. She may have held the knowledge and the skill as any child at the age may have, but her body remained the same newborn state.

Of course Mother Gothel was not going to raise a newborn for the rest of her immortal life, so she regulated the amount of times she used the magic that made the bright hair glow. Years went by of Rapunzel staring out the window, not knowing that there were other humans, not knowing that she was kidnapped. Not knowing that most children don't age as slowly as she did.

Once Rapunzel looked as though she was 10 years old, Mother Gothel didn't care if her body continued to grow at a much slower pace. It was easier to say she had a young daughter, than a teenager, even if she looked a bit older. However, Rapunzel was 100 years old, and knew much more than any other human being ever could. She would gather her hair and watch in the high trees as kingdoms fell, inventions were made, and the people began to change. She knew she was different. She saw families with their babies and those babies aged much faster than she did. She watched as people died from wars, from illness, and yet she was left untouched. Her powerful shimmer that seemed to glow brighter as the years went by protected her. Protected her from all of the Earthly things that affected the common man.

In her tower she began to collect books. Although her body may not be growing as fast, her mind went much beyond anyone else. Mother Gothel may not have realized, but by the time she was 100, she already knew that she was the lost princess. After all, it wasn't hard to figure out with all of the paintings and stories throughout the books she collected. However, Rapunzel had no feeling attached to it. She may have been kidnapped, but she felt as though if she wasn't, her power may have gone to waste. Mother Gothel has shown her a way of living for forever. She was 100 years old, her parents were dead, her kingdom was dead, and she had noone to believe her claim. She may have felt resentment in her heart when she first found out.

For some reason, she stayed in the tower. Mother Gothel taught her potions and witchcraft, which Rapunzel used in her free time. But, she stayed in that tower, only ever going out to reserve.

When she finally reached 200 years old, her body took the age of 18. She felt grown, and more powerful now that her body had matured and she could use the full extent of her powers. Mother Gothel was gone much of the time, making money in nearby towns and coming back only to bring her some extra food and to brush her hair, singing the song Rapunzel had grown so accustomed to. The one she sometimes sang in her head to fall asleep.

Flower gleam and glow,

Let your power shine,

Make the clock reverse.

Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt,

Change the fates design,

Save what has been lost.

Bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine.

She would add words, change the tune of her voice. She experimented with the song to see what worked and what didn't. Sometimes it didn't have to do with the words, she could sing it in her head, or simply think it, and it would happen.

For 200 years she never had interaction with anyone except for Mother Gothel, whom she would still call Mother. She would simply sit on top of her tower, or lay upon the mountain and watch as the villagers again growed.

Sometimes she would bless the town with great harvest, sometimes she would bless them with great rain, great sun. She watched as families laughed together, as they cried together, and although her feeling of loneliness dissipated after the first 100 years of her life, she couldn't help but feel curious about what made them so happy with their miserable mortal lives.

But, she would just go back to her tower by morning and sleep to start a new day of spells, paintings, and reading.

Rapunzel wasn't fond of the outside world, but soon enough it was going to crash through her doors.