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Ninja Princess Rapunzel


Once upon a time there was a King and Queen named Jore-Dun and Kyr'N. One day, they found out they were soon expecting twins. When the time came to deliver the twins, everything went smooth with Tiana. Then it was time for Rapunzel to come out. Queen Kyr'n's body started to fail and when the King heard of this, he quickly sent his men to find the Always and Forever flower just at the bottom of the castle, the last one of it's kind. When the men finally came back, the flower was brewed tea and gave it to the Queen. She drank all of it and her body was ready for Rapunzel to come. Though Rapunzel and Jesika were twins, they looked nothing alike. Apart from their mocha skin completion, Rapunzel had hazel eyes and blonde hair while Jesika had dark brown eyes and jet black hair. It has been three years since the princesses were born, and on the night after their birthday, Rapunzel was taking by a thief in the night because of the magic she had within her. Good thing Jesika felt uneasy and started to wail out, but by the time Jore-Dun and Kyr'n came in, Rapunzel was gone. The king sent out everyone to find her. He even sent out the ninjas of the kingdom. But all came back empty handed, or so the King thought. When the ninjas found who had stolen the princess a month later, they stayed quiet about it until they knew for sure when was the best time to go in and save the princess. 2 months later, they created a plan to get the princess back. The next morning, the ninjas came in and swooped up the princess and took her to their headquarters, just under the bridge of the castle. For the next 14 years they taught her all the fighting skills they knew and more. On the night of her birthday, she went up on the bridge and looked out in the sky and saw the floating lights in the sky like she has done for the past 13 years. Little did she know, they were for her. As she looked at the lights, she had a weird feeling in her chest, almost like sorrow, but it wasn't coming from her. It was from her twin sister Jesika. She noticed over the years she felt a little pains here and there that weren't just from her training, but had no clue what it was coming from. That same night, all the ninjas came together and discussed it was time for the princess to reunite with her family. The next morning, after training, the ninjas sat with Rapunzel and finally told her about the lights and their significance to the kingdom. She was the missing princess. It was then they also decided to take her to the king and queen at the end of the week to the annual ball the king and queen held in hopes of finally seeing their daughter. Though Rapunzel was sad to leave whay she thought was her family, she was more excited to meet her actual family. When Saturday came along, Rapunzel was dressed in the most beautiful purple ball gown, with sparkles all over it, and a bow on the back. She had finally taken off the scarf the ninjas kept wrapped around her hair. Her blonde hair was an enormous afro that was soon put in 4 bantu knots in the front and the back was kept poofy, and a beautifully hand crafted tiara was placed on her head. She looked magnificent. As she made way to the ball, with the ninjas as her escort, she couldn't help but look all around at what was supposed to be her home. And how different her life would've been, but she knew she wouldn't change it even if she could. When she finally stepped into the ball, all eyes were on her and the room feel short of noise. The spot light was in her as she went down the stairs. The Queen let out a scream and King started to cry, their daughter has finally come home. And the people of United Kingdom rejoiced for the whole night as they chanted "The princess has finally come home!" THE END
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