disappeared for a few months after that. No one knew where she was,
or when she would come back. The couple returned to a semblance of a normal
life.
The
Enchantress returned the night the wife’s waters broke. She assumed the role of
the woman’s midwife and helped her give birth. The wife, husband and the
Enchantress were the only people inside the house when the new child came to
the world, a beautiful newborn, with a few tuffs of blond hair on her head.
There
was only one thing different about the child. She had been born with sexual
organs from both male and female, a hermaphrodite.
The
couple despaired as they saw that.
The
wife cried and the husband raged. They screamed and blamed each other for their
daughter’s differences, all the while the child cried in the Enchantress’ arms.
Finally
the Enchantress couldn’t help it anymore and she started laughing, making both
wife and husband stop and stare at her. When the wife questioned her why she
was so happy, the Enchantress replied.
The
Enchantress told the wife about the affair she had with the husband, she told her
about the fact that the husband had been coming to abandon the wife the night
the woman told him she was pregnant, and the Enchantress told them that their
child’s state was her curse, her final revenge for her abandonment and her last
gift to the couple.
Both
husband and wife raged at her, and at each other, the wife infuriated about the
affair, the husband aghast at the Enchantress’ revenge when he and his wife
were most happy.
Despite
their fury, neither of them made a move against the Enchantress; even in their
state of mind they knew she was more powerful than them, and there was nothing
they could do against the magic user.
So
they turned on each other.
The
wife shouted at her husband and expelled him from her house. He left saying he
didn’t want anything to have with such a harpy for a wife and with such a freak
as a child.
The
woman turned to the Enchantress and told her to leave, ordering her to take the
monster with her, before she immersed herself further into the home. The Enchantress
laughed at the turn the events took and felt sated, her fury abated by her
revenge’s outcome, happy for the first time in months.
Looking
at the child she held in her arms the Enchantress felt her heart stirring for
the first time since her lover had forsaken her, and she saw in the child a
face similar to hers and that of its father. Stroking the blonde hair, fine as
spun gold, so much like the Enchantress’ own hair, the woman smiled.
“My
revenge worked better than I hoped and I have you to thank for all of it …
little Rapunzel.”
*******
Rapunzel
grew hearty, hale and beautiful. She was the Enchantress’ joy and happiness,
capable of making the fickle woman smile at any time.
Rapunzel
had fine gold for hair, the blue oceans and skies as her eyes, and the more
succulent of red fruits as her lips. She smelled of flowers and the sea breeze,
even though she had never come close to the shore in her life. Her smile was
radiant like the sunlight and her pout capable of bending the most resolute of
men.
Wherever
Rapunzel and her mother went, people talked about the most beautiful girl in
the world, the one with gold for hair. Soon her fame spread all over the
kingdom, every village and town hoping to see the Enchantress and her beautiful
daughter.
Rapunzel
was seven when she and her mother arrived in a town at the northern regions of
the Kingdom.
As
always, whispers of them had found the town before they did, and when the
people saw them arrive they received Rapunzel and the Enchantress as best as
they could. Everyone wanted to see Rapunzel and to touch her hair, the one they
heard so much about.
The
Enchantress grew furious at their pretentions, tired of always being hounded
wherever she and her daughter traveled to, but she couldn’t forbid the people
from seeing Rapunzel, especially when her daughter hadn’t know anything
or when she would come back. The couple returned to a semblance of a normal
life.
The
Enchantress returned the night the wife’s waters broke. She assumed the role of
the woman’s midwife and helped her give birth. The wife, husband and the
Enchantress were the only people inside the house when the new child came to
the world, a beautiful newborn, with a few tuffs of blond hair on her head.
There
was only one thing different about the child. She had been born with sexual
organs from both male and female, a hermaphrodite.
The
couple despaired as they saw that.
The
wife cried and the husband raged. They screamed and blamed each other for their
daughter’s differences, all the while the child cried in the Enchantress’ arms.
Finally
the Enchantress couldn’t help it anymore and she started laughing, making both
wife and husband stop and stare at her. When the wife questioned her why she
was so happy, the Enchantress replied.
The
Enchantress told the wife about the affair she had with the husband, she told her
about the fact that the husband had been coming to abandon the wife the night
the woman told him she was pregnant, and the Enchantress told them that their
child’s state was her curse, her final revenge for her abandonment and her last
gift to the couple.
Both
husband and wife raged at her, and at each other, the wife infuriated about the
affair, the husband aghast at the Enchantress’ revenge when he and his wife
were most happy.
Despite
their fury, neither of them made a move against the Enchantress; even in their
state of mind they knew she was more powerful than them, and there was nothing
they could do against the magic user.
So
they turned on each other.
The
wife shouted at her husband and expelled him from her house. He left saying he
didn’t want anything to have with such a harpy for a wife and with such a freak
as a child.
The
woman turned to the Enchantress and told her to leave, ordering her to take the
monster with her, before she immersed herself further into the home. The Enchantress
laughed at the turn the events took and felt sated, her fury abated by her
revenge’s outcome, happy for the first time in months.
Looking
at the child she held in her arms the Enchantress felt her heart stirring for
the first time since her lover had forsaken her, and she saw in the child a
face similar to hers and that of its father. Stroking the blonde hair, fine as
spun gold, so much like the Enchantress’ own hair, the woman smiled.
“My
revenge worked better than I hoped and I have you to thank for all of it …
little Rapunzel.”
*******
Rapunzel
grew hearty, hale and beautiful. She was the Enchantress’ joy and happiness,
capable of making the fickle woman smile at any time.
Rapunzel
had fine gold for hair, the blue oceans and skies as her eyes, and the more
succulent of red fruits as her lips. She smelled of flowers and the sea breeze,
even though she had never come close to the shore in her life. Her smile was
radiant like the sunlight and her pout capable of bending the most resolute of
men.
Wherever
Rapunzel and her mother went, people talked about the most beautiful girl in
the world, the one with gold for hair. Soon her fame spread all over the
kingdom, every village and town hoping to see the Enchantress and her beautiful
daughter.
Rapunzel
was seven when she and her mother arrived in a town at the northern regions of
the Kingdom.
As
always, whispers of them had found the town before they did, and when the
people saw them arrive they received Rapunzel and the Enchantress as best as
they could. Everyone wanted to see Rapunzel and to touch her hair, the one they
heard so much about.
The
Enchantress grew furious at their pretentions, tired of always being hounded
wherever she and her daughter traveled to, but she couldn’t forbid the people
from seeing Rapunzel, especially when her daughter hadn’t know anything
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