Sins-Of-Angels

A knock on the door. A pause. And then again. And then twice in succession. And then a voice. "Rapunzel?" She didn't even move her gaze from the window. "Rapunzel, are you in there?" She made no move towards the door, or no effort to call out. "Rapunzel, I'm coming in." The door creaked open and Eugene entered, slowly. Immediately, he saw her, sitting on her window sill and staring out into the kingdom, her hands gripping the ends of her short brown hair. It had been only a week and a half, barely ten days, since she shut herself up here. At first she wouldn't even unlock the door for food, eating whatever she had stashed away in her room.

The point of the land was to be impressive.  Since he stepped out of the carriage, he could see that.  Impressive and imposing, with old, distinguished stone steps through the winding hills that only seemed to go up.    But he climbed all of them, even the ones that crumbled under his feet.  There were hedges and trees, guards to bar his way.  As if this was a test.  Although, in this society, it very well might have been.  Here was different.  Here with the stone steps and winding hills and guarding trees, everything was different. Eventually, even the trees gave way to an arena.  It was the first place he had come to that wasn’t overg

The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore. He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-" "Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better. The nephe