Hills And Clearings- Thomas AU
Rapunzel was on a serious mission.Â
That mission, and she did choose to accept it, (she had earlier that day) was to go out and race Pascal and Maximus to the end of the creek. They could get there in any way, taking any route, and using any people or means that they needed to. Rapunzel was very confident in her ability to win, although not having her long hair to assist her in swinging was going to set her back a few notches, but nevertheless she had fully thought of a plan. Setting Maxmius up with tons of apples the morning of the race, so he had no choice to eat them, and fixing Pascal up with cherries and oranges and grapes had pretty much assured her a head start. Her boys loved to eat.Â
So, now, she was racing alongside the creek, trying to catch any glimpses of Maximus or Pascal, and, seeing none, she let out a small giggle, as she jumped over a rock
âŚand then tumbled down a very long, painful hill.Â
Ow ow ow owowowowowowoww!
Rapunzel rolled and rolled down the slope, a slow she was sure hadnât been there the last time sheâd crossed the path, which meant she must have taken a wrong turn, which meant she had probably already lost the race she was so intent on winning, which made her ten times as sad as just rolling down a painful hill would make her. No, she also had to loose a race.Â
By the time she stopped, sheâd done many summersaults, tumbles, and barrel rolls over sticks and roots, and her hair was a full on nest of twigs and leaves. She was thankful she hadnât brought her crown on this endeavor, for it would have been broken and lost and she would be in even more trouble (more trouble than shredding a dress would get her, which would be a lot). But, of course, the real problem at the moment was just trying to figure out where she was.Â
It was some kind of clearing at the base of the long slope, a slope that when she looked up at it was a lot higher than her fall had seemed. Though, she admitted, that the fall was very long and painful, and she would be very sore for a few weeks. Sheâd cut her arm and forehead, which were both bleeding, and wished for the gazillionth time that she had magical something to stop it. Instead she had to rip up a tiny part of her skirt to stop the forehead bleeding, which wasnât working out too well either, but she tied a makeshift headband around it. Better. not good, but better.Â
Now. Where was she?
âHello?â She called out, hoping that someone was in the clearing as well, though it was very early in the morning, and the clearing was kind of hard to get to by her reasoning- because, well, she had to fall down a hill to get there.