Rapunzel: The Real Story
By Kimberly Hall, Abby Doss, and Devyn Coleman
Once upon a time, there was a magnificent fairy princess. Her locks had a
stunning honey golden aura. With wings of pure sparkling silver, she fluttered around the
glade just outside of her palace. If you were extremely quiet, with footsteps lighter then a
butterfly’s caress, you might be able to catch a glimpse of her…
Wait a minute.
I’m telling the wrong story. This is not your candy-coated, sha-la-la fairy tale.
What I’m about to tell you is the real story. This is what actually happened. This is the
true story of Rapunzel.
This story starts out in a palace, full of intricate aristocrats and ladies of the court.
An enormous ball is taking place in honor of the first birthday of Princess Rhiannon. Yes,
that is her name. Not Rapunzel. You could feel the bordering joy and pride of the happy
parents, the king and queen of the Kingdom of Deimos. People were laughing, dancing,
and pigging out to their hearts’ content.
The king, Oberon, gestured for the orchestra to stop playing, and awaited for the
audience to become mute. He stood before his loyal subjects and declared, “Thank you
one and all for attending our beloved daughter’s, Rhiannon’s, first birthday. We applaud
you for many gifts. Our kingdom has never been so alive until this day, the day our pride
and joy has lived her first year.”
The crowd applauded graciously, and just as he was about to propose a toast, a
thundering crack was heard, and pieces of the stone ceiling began to collapse in onto the
party guests. Chaos erupted among the dancers and dukes, and then a might roar was
heard from above. Had heaven become angry? No, a dragon had.
Scales of pure jade with a tad shimmer of crimson red floated over the exhausted
ceiling, his eyes shot with fresh blood color. His wings pumped gust of air that could
erode mountains. The dragon’s purpose here was not for tea and crumpets. He was a bit
upset, in fact he loathed t