Tangled In Your Love {Eugenzel}

The Last Chance

Mother Gothel POV

"I want the book."

My eyes widened in surprise. Of all things, why would she want the leather book of spells that Hades especially gave to me? ME.

Stuttering, I replied to her comment, "W-why do you want that? Hades gave it to me and me only." I raised my left arm to unpin myself from the floor, and once I removed the dagger and expertly held it behind my waist, the brunette's face only tightened and looked like she was trying to stifle a laugh.

I don't know why, but for some reason this woman makes me shiver, and the great Mother Gothel never feels scared under the pressure of another person or villain. My mind mentally slapped itself, angry at letting the younger woman get the best of me.

Megara laughed some more at my priceless expression and she moved her hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled. "Like I said before, oh you're so funny Gothel," the woman paused laughing and looked at me straight in the eye, "Why else do you think I would want that item?"

All of a sudden, her face went completely and utterly blank.

The woman turned her head towards me, the same expression still pressed onto her face. "You mean that Hades didn't tell you, didn't he?" Her curly brown hair hung from her skull and it swung whenever she moved her head. The hand was still carefully rested on her hip, just above the sword she had sheathed earlier.

Shivering no more, I met her gaze and confidently responded, "No, I don't know what you are even speaking of. The enchanted item was entrusted to me, and me only by your "master", Hades. You have absolutely no right to storm into my home and ask of that from me." I smirked proudly and didn't even stutter once.

She didn't even seem fazed by my little comment, not even blinking when I mentioned Hades.

It was weird, because usually whenever someone foolishly mentioned the god of the underworld, Megara would seem uncomfortable with the situation.

The auburn haired woman tsked and said, "Alright Gothel, I'm done playing your games. All the people know that you're a trickster, so give it up. I want the book, and you can tell me whatever you like, but my plans still haven't changed," Megara extended her hand that was closest to me and motioned for the book by my side.

"No!" I exclaimed. Again, I felt as helpless as ever, and my previous speech including Hades did absolutely nothing to help. "I need this book to get revenge on my daughter and the stupid man who took her away from me, so if I need to use this," I pointed at the leather spellbook in my grasp, "I will, even if it kills you."

The tension was like heat in a desert, and not even the dagger resting near me could slice it. 

"Gothel, you don't understand!"

"What? What do I not understand that somehow you, a minion of Hades does?"

This really seemed to sting her, and she took a seat on one of my dining table chairs. Megara sighed deeply and explained, "That book, if you use it too many times, it will kill you!"

Shocked, I stood there, blinking at her harsh words. Kill me?  She was sitting there, at my table, obviously annoyed. 

She turned away from me and muttered, "Stupid Hades never tells anyone anything," After that last witty comment, she looked at me and smirked, "And did you say anything about revenge?"

I nodded curtly. 

Megara lifted up the leather book of enchantments.

"Well this thing is your last chance to get revenge, and I want to help you."

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Rapunzel POV

I sighed and laid my head on the bed fitted with white sheets. My love, Eugene laid on it, passed out for an unknown reason.

These days have been hectic, first starting with Mother Gothel raising from the dead, and everything just seemed to skyrocket from there. 

Remembering what just happened a minute ago, I shook my head in dismay.

"Rapunzel! Rapunzel, help!" Hook-Hand burst into my room without even a knock. Yeesh, have people heard of being chivalrous these days? I looked up from my book borrowed from the castle libraries and faced the distraught man.

For some reason, he was carrying an unconscious Eugene Fitzherbert, which I personally thought was very wrong and odd-looking. I wanted to laugh, but the situation was simply not right.

Without even allowing me to say something, the hooked man kept crying out, "He just fainted out of nowhere after he was clutching his stomach," he put the passed out man on my bed, without even caring to brush the dirt off, "I think it was the beans we gave him."

The man scratched his head with his hook, obviously thinking it was the beans that did it. I can understand. Feeding a man beans, of all things, and having him pass out due to a hurting stomach. Harsh.

I was really questioning that, and I looked towards Eugene.

He sorta seemed peaceful at most, except for the fact that his face was all twisted and in pain, so actually, never mind. Eugene didn't really seem peaceful at all. Hook-Hand saw me staring at him, and pointed to the door, "U-um, I'll just excuse myself and go play the piano or something," the bald man sheepishly left and shut the door quietly behind him.

And that's what happened from there.

Not wanting to waste time while my criminal "mother" was on the loose, I left the room and made my way to the library, turning at every corner in this confusing palace.

After some time, I had finally arrived at the library, pushing open the intricately carved wooden double doors as I strode in, barefoot of course. So many shelves of books of all kinds overlooked me, towering over my head. I had to crane my neck to look at some of them since they were SO tall.

I chose an aisle of shelves to look at first, and it just happened to be ancient books of history. Yay. I love history, my sarcastic mind muttered.

The first shelf was boring, the second shelf was exactly the same, and the third shelf was about how tall and far my eyes could see. Groaning, I pulled up a tall ladder, one that looked plenty old and could reach the very top of the shelf.

I huffed as I made my way up the ladder, pulling my annoying dress up with one hand, and gripping the ladder with the other. One book caught my gaze, one that was on the fifth layer of shelves.

I pulled it out and jumped off the ladder, definitely not landing on my feet as I fell. At least the book was safe. I gazed at it intently, recognizing it from somewhere.

Wait.

This is Mother Gothel's book.

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Oof.

I did another chapter

yay...

Word Count: 1176 (Finale!)

~DarkFreed