There was a woman that lived in a small shack all by herself. She was a simple woman, who practiced the art of healing with herbs and potions. She wanted nothing more than to help people, but because her strange ways and solitary life people shunned her. Over time she grew twisted and filled with anger, and became nothing more than The Witch the towns people thought she was. The Witch turned her back on the people who so hated her.
The only thing she wanted in her small life was someone to love her, without question and without the influence of the outside world. The Witch knew of a baker and his wife that we're about to have a child. She waited until the child had been born and was sure of the baby's heath, then the witch stole the baby in the night.
The Witch built a tall tower with her magic and locked the baby girl away, keeping her hidden from the outside world. The Witch named the little girl, Rapunzel.
Rapunzel grew up into a lovely young woman. The Witch taught her all kinds of things, how to sing and sew. How to heal with flowers and herbs. Rapunzel even learned to read the stars to reveal things to come. Rapunzel loved her mother and she loved her life, but she couldn't help but feel as though she was missing something. There had to be more to life than her small tower. However, when she asked about the wide world The Witch would tell Rapunzel horrible stories of robbers and knaves and how she should forget about the world because in her tower she was safe.
When Rapunzel was old enough The Witch would leave her alone during the day, and come home at night with supplies. The only way in or out of the tower was to climb Rapunzel long chestnut hair. So that was how things were, Rapunzel would watch The Witch leave every morning. Then in the evening The Witch would stand at the base of the tower and yell, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!" Then the two would eat their dinner and go to sleep. This was just they way things were. One very ordinary night while The Witch was sleeping, Rapunzel looked out her tower window and read the stars. Something new was coming. Something exciting.
This brings us to The Prince.
The Prince was restless. He never wanted to be royal, he never wanted anything except to be treated like a normal person. The Prince would often spend his days walking in the woods far, far past the borders of his kingdom alone where he could think. Then on a very ordinary day following a very ordinary night he stumbled upon something that would change his life forever. He heard singing. Sad lonely singing, but more beautiful than any voice he'd ever heard before. The Prince followed the singing and found a tower he had never seen before. And he had shown up just at the point in the evening when The Witch was returning home for the night. He heard The Witch yell, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!