Yay! Here's part 3. Thank you to the 4 awesome people who liked, 2 awesome people who followed. And my first reviewer! Thanks for the kind words!
Rapunzel was transfixed the whole time, watching the halo of gold as if her life depended on it. You did it Pascal! Grabbing the end of her hair, she hurled it down. It fluttered through the breeze and landed next to the little chameleon, who immediately set upon wrapping it around the ring. He then promptly hopped onto one side of the circle and gave Rapunzel a three fingered thumbs up.
She began to retrieve her hair, grabbing swathes of it at a time. At one point her eyes widened, if they could get any wider, at the sight of the upside down circlet. Afraid that her friend had fallen to his doom, she gazed apprehensively down, only to see Pascal's eyebrows raised mockingly, feet still clinging tightly to the metal. She let out a sigh of relief and hauled in the rest a little slower.
She plucked the object from her hair and allowed Pascal to scurry onto her shoulder.
"That was amazing!" she cried, patting Pascal on his head. He just gave her a smug look. "Looks like someone's getting a treat today." She added, grinning.
Her eyes travelled back to the mysterious object. One side was coated with blood. A very thick layer of blood. She gasped, almost dropping it. Holding it at arm's length, she eyed it suspiciously. What was it for?
"Hmm. I wonder who's hurt? Oh. It's got to be that Rider person! Didn't you hear Pascal! The people outside said so earlier." She mused, surprised at how clever she was.
Rapunzel flipped the object around a few times, and stared at Pascal through the jewels. She jerked her head back and uttered a small squeal before flopping onto the ground. Pascal was HUGE! She sat up and blinked at Pascal, making sure he was still a normal sized Chameleon. Returning to the windowsill, she asked for her friend's opinion.
"I think we should go help him. I could use my hair! I mean, mother would be proud right?"
The little chameleon began jumping up and down ecstatically, head bobbing up and down.
"But its not like I would tell her." She hastily added. "Ok, I'll just save whoever needs saving, then hurry back. No getting sidetracked. Hey maybe I could return this thing too!"
She hopped onto the windowsill, heart pounding in her ears, beads of sweat forming on her temple. This was it! No turning back now. Pascal nudged her in encouragement. She eyed the grass excitedly, breath caught in her throat. Her head snapped up. Frying pan! She dashed to the kitchen and swiped it from the counter and returned. The outside did not seem nearly as inviting as before. Ok. She would do it. Wrapping her hair around the hook, she took a deep breath.
"Here I go!"
And she jumped.
Exhilaration coursed through her veins. A stupid grin plastered itself across her face. Ahhhh! So this was what real wind felt like. She jerked to a stop just above the ground, frying pan tucked under one shoulder, circle looped around the other. Oh no. Did she dare?
She did. And as her toes alighted gently on to the first blades of green, she knew. This was where she belonged. Not locked up in a tower, but free. She let out a small, clear laugh, and started rubbing the dirt with her hands, fingertips tingling. Splashing into a nearby pond, she let the cool water caress her feet. Pascal dived in too, bobbing up and down in the tidal waves she created with her feet. Then she remembered what she had set out to do.
"Come on Pascal." She said, excitement welling up in her voice. "There's still so much more too see! And we have to be quick too. Mother will be back soon. If she found out… uh" She face palmed. What have I done! Rapunzel grabbed the chameleon and placed him on her shoulder. She set off at a brisk pace, crinkling her nose and whirling her body around, savoring the sights and smells. Approaching the cave entrance, she faltered. What if it was dangerous out there? What if she got caught by some bandits? No one would ever know. She could just imagine her mother saying "I told you to not leave the tower. Now look at the mess you've gotten yourself into Rapunzel." No. She was going. Switching the pan to her left hand, she tentatively stuck the other through a leafy shroud of vines. Still alive. It's a start. She tensed her legs and leapt forwards, sliding through the cool slippery foliage.
Well, she outdid herself this time. Rapunzel high, leaving on her own and stuff. Constructive criticism appreciated. I may not be able to write as much for 2 weeks. Got my damn mock exams. Wish me luck.-