I wrote this a few years ago, to share with a chaos magic Writer’s Guild.
“If you want to say that your boyfriend climbs up into the tower and makes love to you, just say it. Don’t pretend he climbs up on your hair, because if he did he would pull all the hairs out of your head, which would be very painful. Face reality, even though you have never seen the world outside.” Rapunzel’s only companion, the green pixie, was speaking to her beside the fire.
“Why does mother keep me locked in this tower anyway?” Rapunzel sighed. “She is a dysfunctional parent. My boyfriend might get fed up and leave me with a baby, and my mother beating the crap out of both of us with a wooden stick.”
“The worst part is that your mother’s voice sounds exactly the same as yours,” said the pixie, flying up onto the chimney shelf. “One day she will call down and pretend to be you, and then your boyfriend will climb up and she will throw him off the tower.”
“Do you really think so?” cried Rapunzel in terror. “How can I escape?”
“We are inside a tarot card called The Tower,” said the pixie. “Two men and a woman must stand at the top and at least two of them must fall. I am a man, although a man of pixie kind. So I will push you and your boyfriend out of the window. My hand will only make a tiny tap on your backs, and you will be able to climb down to safety.”
Rapunzel was frightened of climbing down the tower wall; she thought she would slip, and be crushed on the rocks below. Then she realised what to do.
Although the pixie had told her to face reality, she didn’t. She believed she had magic hair that would hold her up. When the pixie pushed her and Prince Charming out of the window, she believed it and believed it until they had climbed all the way down and had run away.