Rapunzel:

Beethoven's No. 5 fills the room, waking me from my sleep. The sun has barely risen over the horizon by the time I am dressed and down stairs. I grab the matches and begin to light all the candles, bringing warmth to the cold stone walls. I light the stove and begin to boil the water for the breakfast tea. I also heat up yesterday's raisin scones in the oven while I set the table. I sweep the stairs until I hear the high pitched whine of the kettle hissing at me. I put the tea bag in the kettle to let it steep, and go to wake mother.

I walk up the metal spiral stairs to her room and knock on the solid wood door, "Good morning mother, breakfast is ready." I say, as I do every morning for as long as I can remember.

"I'll be down in a moment darling, you can start without me." she replies as I hear the squeak of her bed.

I go back down stairs and take the scones out of the oven and place one mother's plate just as she swings open her bedroom door "How was your sleep, dear?" she asks while taking a seat at the table.

"It was fine, but I had that nightmare again..." I say, pouring the tea into her floral cup. I've had many nightmares in my lifetime; some where I am being chased in the woods, others where I'm alone my room as lightning strikes all around me, but I've always had The Nightmare the most, since I was little, but it seems to be showing itself more often. I've never told Mother the real details of the nightmare, knowing she could do something to help but I somehow feel connected to the dream, scared out of my wits but also at the same time there's something else where I can't let it go.

"That's too bad," she conjures a newspaper into her hand, only to have it disintegrate in her hands, "Ugh," she sighs, "Rapunzel, dear?"

I nod in response; I gather up my hair and pull up a chair next to her. There was something else in the dream I hadn't noticed before, a man.

"Rapunzel."

I snap back to reality, "Yes?"

"Say the spell." she remarks

I sigh, pushing back my thoughts, and clearing my head I begin, "Power of the highest, touch where thy is desired. From Caster's blood the magic flow, to those it hath not blessed." I open my eyes to my hair glowing golden but then fire red all the way down to the tips with Mother's touch. I already feel the draining effects of the spell. It's been seeming that it's been draining me more and more each time these days.

I've always been frightened by the power I hold, when I was younger I never liked to see my hair glow like this, gleaming fiery red. Mother always explained how she was 'freeing me of burden' when she did this. 

Mother rhythmically strokes my hair as she absorbs the magic; the even tugging on my hair also always soothed me while my hair glowed, knowing she was there and this was all for the better.

My hair begins to fade back to blonde and I slump against the chair, exhausted, and I look up to see mother with a newspaper in her hand, sipping her tea mindlessly.