Ok so what if Eugene  found Rapunzel sooner... say 13?
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Flynn POV

I am now running from the biggest thugs  in Corona. I dodged the Kingdom Guards and made my way through the  trees and shrubs.

"We'll  get you Flynn Rider!"

I heard as I ran through an obscure part of the forrest with my satchel in my hands. I caught my breath as I tried to lean on a mossy wall, but my hand went through  the wall I landed face first in the warm earth  in a cave.

I got up and heard hooves coming nearer. I ran deeper  into the cave to find a clearing and a beautiful tower. Perfect for hiding.

Rapunzel POV
"But Mother! You dont understand  this is necessary!" I yelled my temperature  rising.

"Rapunzel! You are not leaving this tower ever!"

Those words hurt. All my hopes and dreams crushed. I knew what was necessary. I was going out there one way or another.

"Mother... In two days its my 13th birthday. I know what I want now." She rubbed her forehead.

"What do you want..." she said still angry.

"I want new paint. You know from those seashells..."
I'll  be back in three days time....

Its been 1 hour since she left. I was packing some things when I heard noises coming  from outside.

I hid behind  my wardrobe with my frying  pan as a weapon.

Flynn POV

I made it in the tower which looked deserted. Perfect.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Alone at last..." I said to my satchel, and felt a sharp pain  in the back of my head. Then I  was falling.

Rapunzel POV

"Oops..." I said as I saw the immobile body. What if I killed it!

These are one of the men she's talked about. The one with pointy teeth! I used my frying pan and lifted his lip. His teeth were white and not  pointy.  "Why would Mom lie?" I said  as I  walked towards Pascal and the painting.

"A little girl?" I heard him approach me. Just as he put a hand on my shoulder i whipped around and hit him with my pan.

Flynn POV

I woke up a second time. I looked down and saw my hands and legs tied in .... hair!?

My satchel!?

"No! Where is it!?"

I saw a small figured in the shadows.

"Who are you and how did you find me!?"

Umm... act cool Flynn.

"Um I dont know who you are... and I want my satchel and to get out of your hair." I said with a straight face.

"Um okay. Here." She said coming out and untying  me.

"Okay wheres my satchel?" I said crossing  my arms. I lifted my eyebrow towards the little girl.

"Satchel? Oh yeah!" She ran into the dark and came  back. "Here." she handed me my precious  satchel. I looked  inside and found it empty!?

"WHERE IS THE THING THAT WAS IN HERE?"

She flinched back. Then she looked a bit upset. Then her face grew into a glare.

"If you want your precious  whatever it is... you will have to take me to see these!"  She said pointing  to a pretty painting  of the lanterns.

"Deal." I said determined to get my jewel back.

"Ok lets go." She said smiling.

I began climbing  down the  tower.

"Are you coming  Blondie?!" I yelled.

And saw a figure jump from the window.

"No you're  gonna die!" I yelled but saw her stop a few inches above the ground. She used her hair as rope how cool is that!?

"What are you staring at!" she snapped. Geez talk about anger issues.

"Ok lets go little girl." I mumbled. "Okay old man." she replied. I am not old! I am 21. 

"What are you? Twelve?" I said teasingly.

"Yup. But in two days im turning thirteen." She said like it was  the greatest  thing in the world.

"Who?" I said. "Me." she answered smiling.

"Cares!" I smirked. And she looked upset and looked down.

"Kid, it was a joke." She  looked up and took a deep breath.

"What if  mother is right? Is the world really as bad as she says it is?" Her question  suprised me.

"Have you ever been out there kid?"

She shook her head. Wow.

"Well I will take you out into the real world kid."  I had to make her time swell. She is a kid after all. If she were older I wouldn't  treat  her the same. I have a softspot for kids.

I drew this pic. And i hope you  like it. I drew Flynn with a different  hair style cause i thought it would be cool. :)
Deuces - Clowdia