Tangled Mother Gothel Song Novels & Stories

*** --- **The Rootmother** Her voice is the forest itself-roots, leaves, and decay. The villagers prostrate themselves as the root splits, revealing a woman made of fungus and rot. Her hair is moss, her eyes clusters of pulsating spores. She smiles, and the air fills with the scent of lilies and gangrene. *"Ah. The ones who broke the symphony."* She tilts her head at Eden. *"You carry the First Song in your veins. A gift... and a curse."*

My guts twisted the way it does each time the thought of my stepmother crosses my mind. It rang five more times before she eventually stopped calling and dropped a message instead. COME HOME, YOUR FATHER IS ILL—Mother Gothel.

I join too, grinning when she throws a death glare in my direction. “Oh fine.” She says finally and we all whoop and clap. “But I’m not responsible for whatever you’re about to subject your ears to.” She starts the song, an old ballad about seven dwarves on a mission to find meaning in life. Each dwarf has to face their biggest fear and the song goes on to tell a tale of how every dwarf was nearly undone but for the team effort that helped them to overcome all. Hela’s voice fills the cave, bounces off the walls and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like we are chasing kidnappers. It feels like we just… are.

She leaned forward, her lips almost touching the indentation. And she began to sing. It was a wordless melody, a lullaby, her voice thin and reedy in the vast, cold space, yet hauntingly beautiful. It was the song her mother had sung to her, the one Gloria had hummed to comfort her. The song of the stars she could never see. The vault remained sealed. A single, hopeless tear traced a path through the dust on her cheek. I watched her, this girl pouring the last ghost of her mother into a cold, unfeeling machine. My chest tightened, a vise grip around something that was no longer just ambition.

After there was nothing more to eat, those flesh-eating parasites crawled out of their body in thousands and into the cauldron filled to the brim with his blood. The remains of the mother and daughter duo looked nothing like how they were when first brought in; they looked sucked out, like a ghoul. Then he faced the cauldron and began chanting again. “Gor’thal ven kai’roth… Ishtar dovaen sul’karai… Moraak ven’esh deruvi… Kai’ther val morah… Ustur ven draakul… TAL’VORAN… TAL’VORAN…

has 100,000 mentions, likes, and comments. Gideon crushes a glass in his fist in anger. “Let’s get out of here.” But Selene appears at my elbow, slipping a red rose into my hand. With a note tied to it that smells like my mother's perfume. “Your mother's favorite song is next.” The DJ's microphone echoes, “Moonlight lovers, who’s ready for our next vibe?” Then he hits the first music chord and plays the folk song my mother loved. It tears open memories I thought I’d buried for good, digs up the pain from old wounds, and makes me remember how her soothing voice sang the song.

"As long as you promise to coexist peacefully with Rob from now on, I'll go through with the ceremony and help you manage the household." Her words were cut off by a deafening sound. The massive banquet hall doors flung open, and framed perfectly in the glowing backlight stood a woman of breathtaking, almost otherworldly beauty. My eyes instantly burned with unshed tears. I stepped toward her, my voice breaking but firm. "Savannah, you're late." The instant our hands connected, we turned together to face the dumbfounded pair. "You two are so desperate to claim the Hoyle family empire for yourselves?" I said quietly. "Then prepare to die."

Trapped. Then she drew herself up above him, the last of her authority assembling itself in her frame, and she looked down at him with the full ancient weight of what she was and said the only thing left she had, the thing that had been the center of everything, the thing two centuries of empire had been built around: "KA'VEL SORAN — VEL'THAAN DRAE. KA'VEL SORAN VEL'THAAN DRAE!" I am your mother. I AM YOUR MOTHER.

Beauty in a place that had forgotten such things was possible. The song carried me, wrapped me in harmonies that transcended the physical distance between my son's throat and my spectral ears. It lifted me out of the endless gray, away from the weight of chains and curses, beyond the reach of the beast's constant snarling. The melody became a bridge between what I was and what I had been, between the monster and the mother, between the damned and the saved.

I stumbled, falling to the cold floor, my hands scraping against the hard surface. “We’re not done talking,” he said coldly. I swallowed hard, pushing myself up, but my body felt weak. I could feel the familiar sense of dread creeping up my spine. “Ella is my twin,” I muttered, forcing the words out. “I would never do anything to hurt her.” But I knew it didn’t matter what I said. They had already made up their minds. They believed whatever they wanted to believe. My mother’s eyes burned with fury. “Did you forget what you did when you were younger?” she screamed.