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Thursday, June 14, 2012 1:18 PM



Another short update.

Today's Art Of Story problem would be rewriting one of a fairytale, from the villian's point of view.

For those that either have not heard of Rapunzel, or has forgotten the story line, this is the LINK to the original story.

Our team had chosen Rapunzel, and the following story that you are about to read is done by meeeee. It's going to spoil whatever happy endings you've read or heard about Rapunzel, but anyway,

Enjoy. (:

Rapunzel from the Witch’s point of view

I was once the King’s first love. We met at a festival, where the King had asked me, a commoner to dance with him. It was love at first sight. After that day, the King took great lengths to visit me, as the royalty were not allowed to mingle with the commoners. Soon after, I was impregnated with the King’s child. I thought that since I had his child, I would be able to marry him, the love of my life, and live blissfully.

I was wrong.

When I told the King that I was bearing his child, and that we could finally get married, he flew into a state of panic. He mentioned things about his people looking down on him, his reputation being ruined, and as much as he loved me, he would never marry me.

“I’m sorry, but we must never see each other again.” The king looked at me solemnly and said.

He then left for the door, with me in a state of shock. I was heartbroken. I fell into depression, and I spent months being swallowed by my despair. At times, I would cradle my stomach, and think of the King. I wonder about how he could be so heartless to abandon me and his child, when he claimed to have loved me.

Soon, winter came. I was on the way to buy some firewood to keep my house warm, when I accidentally slipped and fell. As I tried to recover from my fall by sitting up straight, I saw the snow in between my legs slowly turn into a patch of crimson red. My mind was in a state of frenzy as I feared that I had lost my child.

A few days past, and I could no longer feel anymore kicks from my stomach. My fear of losing my child was confirmed when I went to the toilet, only to feel something slip out of me. When I looked at the toilet, there was something inside.

It was my baby.

I could still remember staring at the unmoving foetus floating on top of the water, and the wails that I made as reality finally dawned on me. I had lost my baby. Engulfed with pain, memories of the King and I flooded my mind. He caused all of these. If he did not abandon me, I would not have lost my baby. Pain soon turned into anger, and it was then where I decided to run away into the heart of the forest, and plot my revenge against the King that has hurt me so deeply.

Years past, and in time, I had grown the most beautiful plants of all in my garden, called the Rampions, in hope to lure someone into my plan of revenge against the King. The King had also found someone of high royalty, and she had born a son for him. It was on one fine evening when I spotted a man climb down the walls of my garden.

“How dare you descend into my garden?” I asked him.

The man then explained that his wife, whom was expectant, wanted my Rampions as if she did not have them, she would die. He was perfect for my plan. I then made a deal with him to exchange his new born child for an unlimited supply of Rampions for his wife. In fear, he agreed.
Soon after, his child was born. I took the baby girl, and locked her up in my tower. She was named after the Rampions, and her name was Rapunzel. As the years flew by, she grew beautifully and I made sure that her blond hair was never cut. I taught her how to sew and sing, and she learnt well. She was perfect for my plan.

On the day that the annual hunting season began, I knew that the King would definitely ask the now 18-year-old prince to come into the forest to hunt, and from there, the prince would be enchanted by Rapunzel’s sweet voice. It was during the afternoon when I spotted the prince observing me from a bush that I so cleverly planted just at the door of my garden. I carried out my plan by chanting “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair” and climbed my way up the tower. I then left excitedly after telling Rapunzel that I would be going out to collect food, as I knew that the Prince would try to climb up the tower to see who was singing so beautifully. True enough, the prince learnt my chant, and climbed up Rapunzel’s hair. Charmed by her beauty, he made plans to come the day after to rescue her from me and marry her. I returned home that night, and pretended that I knew nothing of the Prince’s visit.

The day soon came, and that naïve Rapunzel told me of the Prince’s visit. I immediately cut her long hair, and banished her into a desert where no one would ever be able to find her.

A few hours past, and the prince came. I let down the remaining of Rapunzel’s hair for him to climb up the tower. When he reached the top, I could see the terror in his eyes as he saw me. I told him that I had killed Rapunzel, and before I could push him down the tower, he had jumped to his death in despair. I looked out of the tower, and at the bottom, I saw the prince’s twitching body, with his eyes being pierced by the thorns at the bottom of the tower.

With a beam on my face, I thought to myself, “If the King does not see the pain that I have suffered because of him, then, his son would suffer the pain of being unable to see as well.”

Revenge, is indeed sweet.

The End


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