The yelps and clangs from the tower’s entrance were driving Rapunzel to madness. The clamor had been going on all morning and didn’t sound like it would be stopping any time soon. Just when he started to concentrate, another bang exploded from far below and he lost focus. With this incessant racket, how was he supposed to get a proper read on the future?
“Can’t they understand?” After a year of living alone in the top cell of an evil sorcerer’s tower, Rapunzel had given up worrying about talking to himself. “The future doesn’t just come to me, I need to think!” He leaned his head out of his tower window, shouting at the tiny, pink-haired figure below, “Shut up and go away!”
“Hey! You with the beard!” The voice was feminine, but lower than Rapunzel expected, with a husky edge even as she
