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It was a cold and stormy night, the wind bit at the young woman’s hands and face as she struggled to get through the town. Behind her, you could hear the riders, whooping and hollering after her, determined to catch their prey. In the woman’s arms lay a baby. A boy in fact, unconscious to all the hustle he slept, a note tucked in his blanket with the words, Eugene Fitzherbert on them. Along with it a letter for the child explaining why his parents had to abandon him. His mother and father were heroes to the land, yet their valiant actions had cause some rather unpleasant men to hunt them down. Accepting that they could hide no longer, the boy’s father had stayed at their house, in hopes to slow the men down while his wife got their child to safety. The mother knew of her husband’s fate, and of her’s that was soon to be. In one last effort she laid the baby on the front steps of an orphanage, kissed his forehead goodbye, tears streaming down her face and left with a quick knock on the door. Running right into her pursuers she died in satisfaction that her child would live.
That’s the story I came up with as a child, as I lay in my bed in the room I shared with ten other boys. Listening to the soft snores and sometimes the cries of the ones who mourned their parent’s deaths. I never cried, I never knew my mother and father so I never felt any loss. Like I was saying, that story I just told you about the valiant mother and her babe, not a lick of it was true. Well, except for the name part. My name is Eugene Fitzherbert, the caretakers told me it was written on a ripped piece of paper when they found me, near death, on their steps. When I asked for the paper they had simply said they threw it away. I had nothing. Just a name, not even a middle name, and features of two people I will never know. I didn’t even have a blanket, no, whoever left me, left me in a box. Like I said, my story is a bit of a downer.
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Along the years of adolescence, I had found this book. In its pages lay the story of a man, a rich and dashing swashbuckler who had an abundance of thrilling adventures where ever he roam. His name was Flynnagan Rider, he had all the money he could ever dream of, he could do whatever he pleased. Now to an orphaned boy who had nothing, he was, he was my hero. At night I would sit and read the stories aloud to anyone who would listen, soon it became a daily thing. The younger kids looked up to me, asking me what Flynnagan would do in situations they faced. As a nick name they started calling me Flynn, soon the only time I heard Eugene was when they caretakers called me. Life wasn’t good, and the book filled me with desire for a life I could never have. Yet even as a lad I refused to give up. Little Eugene became very determined to live the life he had dreamed.
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For years I had been gaining the courage I needed to leave the Orphanage, and my departure was easier than I had originally thought. Sure it was hard to leave the only life I had ever known, but I couldn’t help but focus on the fantastic future that lay ahead of me.
I left when I was a teenager, just short of an adult really. No one went looking, teens usually left before their determined time anyway. Before I knew it, I grew into a dashing, and when I say dashing I mean extraordinarily handsome, dauntless expert horseman and swordsmen. How I got to be this man? Well you see it all started with when I met this guy at a tavern, he was older but he had this look about him. His eyes had the gleam of youth and his demeanor showed his confidence, like he would take on any lad in that place. So, I walked right up to him and demanded that we brawl for a couple coins. I was all bluff back then and he knew it. He taught me a lesson in that tavern that night, to never bite off more than you can chew. Well, I tried to live by that and I was doing pretty good till Blondie came along. Anyway, we’ll get to that later. The man decided to take me on, seeing a younger him in me I guess, and he taught me everything I know. I still went by the name Flynn, yet in my years of training to ride, sword fight, and steal, I gave myself the alias Flynn Rider. Added a bit of spunk to it you know? One day the old man who taught me so much, just left. I closed myself off to anyone, lived my thievery life in solitude. Sure I would take one a man or two to help with some jobs that needed a bit more muscle, the brains and beauty were taken care of, but I would always find a way to escape any promises. Well…. That was until I just so happened to come across a lone tower in the middle of the wood.
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I had completed my dream in being like my childhood hero, now this handsome thief dreamed of living on an island, with all the money I could have ever wanted, alone. All this dreaming however, dissolved in the days I met and got to know my dear Rapunzel. Now, I would lie and tell you our first meeting was a wonderful thing, with moonlight and me saving her from something, but she doesn’t like it when I lie. So! To be honest with you, I was on the run from the Palace Guards, you know just stole the Lost Princess’s Tiara and to escape this annoying beast of a horse, I climbed a tower. Sure it was kinda odd just sitting there deep in the forest, but hey, when you’re an expert thief you know not to pass up a good hiding spot. So I was just all innoce- well mostly innocently coming through the window and giving the place a nice run down, when everything went black. When I awoke I was tied to a chair with, wait for it, hair. Golden glistening hair held me to that chair like iron bars, there was no getting out of it. Literately and figuratively. The most beautiful woman, or girl I should say, owned that hair. She walked into the light and I tried hitting on her and can you believe it, to no avail. She demanded that the only way to get back my stolen tiara was to bring her to see the floating lanterns they put out every year in hopes that their lost princess would return. I really couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed with The Festival of Lights, but I ‘agreed’ anyway. Long story short, we start the journey of a lifetime. Every obstacle that was thrown at that girl, she took in stride.
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I… well, I grew to admire how head-strong she was, with a will like iron my admiration grew to affection. Honestly, I was never one to believe in love, having none shown to me, but boy I learned what it was in those few days. Willing as I was to give up my audacious lifestyle for her, a mistake I had made prior to our meeting caught up with me, and we were separated. Now, before she was taken from me, I had learned that my strapping young woman had some pretty crippling upbringing. See, her long, and when I say long I mean like fifty feet and over, golden hair was magical. Gothel, her ‘mother’, sought to hide her power from the world. So she locked her in that tower. I had to get back to her and save her from that cruel woman, with some help, okay a lot of help from our friends I was able to make it to the tower. For the second time I set to climb its walls, yet golden hair fell from the window for me to climb. Real charmer I am I know, climbing my love’s hair. When I stepped into the room I was stabbed by Gothel. Rapunzel demanded that she save me, even if it meant her own eternal imprisonment. When my girl came to heal my life depriving wound, I cut her hair off. Killing Gothel and well... myself. All I remember waking up to my beautiful, now brunette, Rapunzel.
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I brought her back to the palace, turns out when I fell in love with, I thought, a peasant, and I fell in love with a princess. She was reunited with her family and reclaimed her rightful spot as heir to the throne. A party was thrown for her arrival. I know the big question, did we ever get married? Did I become king? I know a former thief for a king is a lot to take in an- Okay okay, at the end of the celebration, I asked her to be my wife. Another one of my dreams had come true, and to be honest with you,since it seems to be something I’ve been doing, my new dream was to always make her happy. For a while, I did just that.
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Then the curse hit. I have no recollection of my life, all I know now is that I’m a thief, I’m handsome,dashing, cunning, valiant, romantic, and her face. Out of everything in my life that the curse was strong enough to diminish, I can still recall her eyes, the curve of her jaw, and the set of her brow, her shaped lips, and her hair. Sometimes it’s long and golden, other times it’s short and brown, that still puzzles me. Oh, and I forgot to mention, every time I think of that face I get this feeling inside, like extreme loss and a need to protect. Well anyway, that’s me, glad I could grace you with my story.
“Yeah, well, I'll spare you the sob story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert. It's a little bit of a... It's a little bit of a downer.”
[break]It was a cold and stormy night, the wind bit at the young woman’s hands and face as she struggled to get through the town. Behind her, you could hear the riders, whooping and hollering after her, determined to catch their prey. In the woman’s arms lay a baby. A boy in fact, unconscious to all the hustle he slept, a note tucked in his blanket with the words, Eugene Fitzherbert on them. Along with it a letter for the child explaining why his parents had to abandon him. His mother and father were heroes to the land, yet their valiant actions had cause some rather unpleasant men to hunt them down. Accepting that they could hide no longer, the boy’s father had stayed at their house, in hopes to slow the men down while his wife got their child to safety. The mother knew of her husband’s fate, and of her’s that was soon to be. In one last effort she laid the baby on the front steps of an orphanage, kissed his forehead goodbye, tears streaming down her face and left with a quick knock on the door. Running right into her pursuers she died in satisfaction that her child would live.
That’s the story I came up with as a child, as I lay in my bed in the room I shared with ten other boys. Listening to the soft snores and sometimes the cries of the ones who mourned their parent’s deaths. I never cried, I never knew my mother and father so I never felt any loss. Like I was saying, that story I just told you about the valiant mother and her babe, not a lick of it was true. Well, except for the name part. My name is Eugene Fitzherbert, the caretakers told me it was written on a ripped piece of paper when they found me, near death, on their steps. When I asked for the paper they had simply said they threw it away. I had nothing. Just a name, not even a middle name, and features of two people I will never know. I didn’t even have a blanket, no, whoever left me, left me in a box. Like I said, my story is a bit of a downer.
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“Huh. There was this book. A book I used to read every night to all the younger kids, "The Tales of Flynnagan Rider."
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Along the years of adolescence, I had found this book. In its pages lay the story of a man, a rich and dashing swashbuckler who had an abundance of thrilling adventures where ever he roam. His name was Flynnagan Rider, he had all the money he could ever dream of, he could do whatever he pleased. Now to an orphaned boy who had nothing, he was, he was my hero. At night I would sit and read the stories aloud to anyone who would listen, soon it became a daily thing. The younger kids looked up to me, asking me what Flynnagan would do in situations they faced. As a nick name they started calling me Flynn, soon the only time I heard Eugene was when they caretakers called me. Life wasn’t good, and the book filled me with desire for a life I could never have. Yet even as a lad I refused to give up. Little Eugene became very determined to live the life he had dreamed.
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“Well, a fake reputation is all a man has.”
[break]For years I had been gaining the courage I needed to leave the Orphanage, and my departure was easier than I had originally thought. Sure it was hard to leave the only life I had ever known, but I couldn’t help but focus on the fantastic future that lay ahead of me.
I left when I was a teenager, just short of an adult really. No one went looking, teens usually left before their determined time anyway. Before I knew it, I grew into a dashing, and when I say dashing I mean extraordinarily handsome, dauntless expert horseman and swordsmen. How I got to be this man? Well you see it all started with when I met this guy at a tavern, he was older but he had this look about him. His eyes had the gleam of youth and his demeanor showed his confidence, like he would take on any lad in that place. So, I walked right up to him and demanded that we brawl for a couple coins. I was all bluff back then and he knew it. He taught me a lesson in that tavern that night, to never bite off more than you can chew. Well, I tried to live by that and I was doing pretty good till Blondie came along. Anyway, we’ll get to that later. The man decided to take me on, seeing a younger him in me I guess, and he taught me everything I know. I still went by the name Flynn, yet in my years of training to ride, sword fight, and steal, I gave myself the alias Flynn Rider. Added a bit of spunk to it you know? One day the old man who taught me so much, just left. I closed myself off to anyone, lived my thievery life in solitude. Sure I would take one a man or two to help with some jobs that needed a bit more muscle, the brains and beauty were taken care of, but I would always find a way to escape any promises. Well…. That was until I just so happened to come across a lone tower in the middle of the wood.
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“I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say... Hi. How ya doin'?”
[break]I had completed my dream in being like my childhood hero, now this handsome thief dreamed of living on an island, with all the money I could have ever wanted, alone. All this dreaming however, dissolved in the days I met and got to know my dear Rapunzel. Now, I would lie and tell you our first meeting was a wonderful thing, with moonlight and me saving her from something, but she doesn’t like it when I lie. So! To be honest with you, I was on the run from the Palace Guards, you know just stole the Lost Princess’s Tiara and to escape this annoying beast of a horse, I climbed a tower. Sure it was kinda odd just sitting there deep in the forest, but hey, when you’re an expert thief you know not to pass up a good hiding spot. So I was just all innoce- well mostly innocently coming through the window and giving the place a nice run down, when everything went black. When I awoke I was tied to a chair with, wait for it, hair. Golden glistening hair held me to that chair like iron bars, there was no getting out of it. Literately and figuratively. The most beautiful woman, or girl I should say, owned that hair. She walked into the light and I tried hitting on her and can you believe it, to no avail. She demanded that the only way to get back my stolen tiara was to bring her to see the floating lanterns they put out every year in hopes that their lost princess would return. I really couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed with The Festival of Lights, but I ‘agreed’ anyway. Long story short, we start the journey of a lifetime. Every obstacle that was thrown at that girl, she took in stride.
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“You were my new dream.”
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I… well, I grew to admire how head-strong she was, with a will like iron my admiration grew to affection. Honestly, I was never one to believe in love, having none shown to me, but boy I learned what it was in those few days. Willing as I was to give up my audacious lifestyle for her, a mistake I had made prior to our meeting caught up with me, and we were separated. Now, before she was taken from me, I had learned that my strapping young woman had some pretty crippling upbringing. See, her long, and when I say long I mean like fifty feet and over, golden hair was magical. Gothel, her ‘mother’, sought to hide her power from the world. So she locked her in that tower. I had to get back to her and save her from that cruel woman, with some help, okay a lot of help from our friends I was able to make it to the tower. For the second time I set to climb its walls, yet golden hair fell from the window for me to climb. Real charmer I am I know, climbing my love’s hair. When I stepped into the room I was stabbed by Gothel. Rapunzel demanded that she save me, even if it meant her own eternal imprisonment. When my girl came to heal my life depriving wound, I cut her hair off. Killing Gothel and well... myself. All I remember waking up to my beautiful, now brunette, Rapunzel.
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“The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don't remember most of it.”
[break]I brought her back to the palace, turns out when I fell in love with, I thought, a peasant, and I fell in love with a princess. She was reunited with her family and reclaimed her rightful spot as heir to the throne. A party was thrown for her arrival. I know the big question, did we ever get married? Did I become king? I know a former thief for a king is a lot to take in an- Okay okay, at the end of the celebration, I asked her to be my wife. Another one of my dreams had come true, and to be honest with you,
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“No... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad... They just can't get my nose right!”
[break]Then the curse hit. I have no recollection of my life, all I know now is that I’m a thief, I’m handsome,
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