Novel & Cerita Tangled Mother Gothel Song

“We left the comfort of our beds this late to come and give you such great news, and this is what we get in return? Aren’t you supposed to be leaping with joy and thanking us as you prepare for your freedom?” “Only if I was a fool!” She drew closer to them, her entire body bleeding nothing but disbelief and the loath she had for them. She stopped right before her father, her composure unthreatened. She looked at her mother with a sarcastic look that denoted how much she disregarded their facade. “It seems like you are becoming a fan of music, or is it democracy now, huh? So, how should I respond, huh? Aluta continua?”

“May I know what it is called? “It’s the ‘Song of Aerials’!” Dorin said proudly, “My mother used to sing it to me when I was a kid.” “Is that so?” Prince Xander said, “I remember my father used to sing a song called ‘Song of the Ifrit’, it kind of has the same feels as that tune you just played.” “Really?” Dorin said, excitedly, “Can you sing it? I Heard there was a ‘Song of Phases’ too!”

“Yes, I do.” Giving him a slight nod, I squat in front of Marael and ask. “Where’s my mom. Marael?” Marael ignores me and keeps rocking in place. The witch is completely off her rocker. I need to know where my mom is before I leave this place. Taking a patient breath, I take a step back and ask again. “Where’s my mother, Marael? Tell me!” Marael responds in a sing-song voice. “Mommie’s gone. Mommie’s gone.” Tears slide down my face as I consider the implication of her words. “Is my mom dead?” I ask, even though my heart quakes at the thought of what her answer might be.

Her voice sounded like that of a siren, beautiful, melodic and oh so soothing. She didn’t know she wasn’t alone, because she kept on swaying from side to side as each verse rolled off her tongue. I leaned my head against the doorframe and let out a low curse. The fact that I had hoped to have fucked her out of my system a few hours ago, only for me to arrive here to an image like this which has only made me to once again be thinking of her over and over again. She was singing a familiar song which my mother used to sing to me when I had been young. The song was in Italian, a language which I had no idea she was fluent in until right now.

[10 years ago] "Hmm... Hmm... hmm hmmm..." "Mommy? What song are you humming?" The little me innocently asked the sophisticated and most lovely woman standing behind her. The woman smiled at me throught our reflection in the mirror. She just finished braiding my flowing black wavy hair. "That's the theme song of your favorite disney move, Tangled. Have you forgotten about it, hmm, sweetheart?" She really has this gentle voice. I could nearly sleep because of that. My brows furrowed."Oh, but I think you're humming it wrong, mom!"

Aeon scratched his neck and shake his head, eyes wide, “Look at that! She really is your mother.” I gawked, watching as the liquid inside the vial swirled, gleaming gold. Aeon takes it from the air while I turned to my mother as she slowly braids her hair, singing softly. “Somewhere over the rainbow,” She noticed me looking at her and so Emily waves her hand, “Go on, you know the lyrics, Crimsyn. Sing with me.” I bit my lip and continue her song, “-way up high.” I whispered, my voice quivering as I took her hand on mine and kissed it, singing, “There’s a place that I’ve heard of once on a lullaby.”

More rogues appeared, but she didn’t notice it though because she was in the zone. Romero and the group with him on the hill watched her as she skillfully took out the rouges even when two attacked her at once. She continued taking the rouges out while still singing and dancing “…my mother’s child dances in darkness..she songs heathen songs..by the light of the moon…And watches the stars and renames the planets…and dreams she can reach them..with a song and a broom…I am my mother’s savage daughter…the one who runs barefoot..cursing sharp stones…I am my mother’s savage daughter…I will not cut my hair…I will not lower my voice……We are all brought forth out of darkness….into this world, through

“Through the weave itself.” Mateo stirred from his half-sleep. “What is it?” “They’re inside the song,” she said. “Not just the streets—the song. Every thread we spin now risks carrying their voice.” He swore under his breath. “Then it’s over. We can’t sing without feeding them.” Elena shook her head violently. “No. We find the notes they can’t touch. The ones born from truth.” “Truth?” he spat. “Truth doesn’t glow. It bleeds.”

Around them, the Knotweed witches step forward, their power humming in the frozen air, braiding itself into Thalia’s, bolstering what wavers. And then—her mother. Fyre steps out of the circle, turning to face her daughter. Her face, lined with sorrow and fierce love, softens. She begins to sing: an old lullaby, one Thalia remembers from a time before memory, before pain. The words slip through the cold, low and melodic, as if spun from firelight and gentle hands. Thalia’s eyes sting with tears, but the melody gives her strength. She lifts her voice and sings with her mother, their harmonies binding the group closer. The darkness wavers, swirling, retreating—hungry, but unable to consume what

“But you won’t.” His hand moved behind his waistband, and for a terrifying moment, I thought he was reaching for a gun. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, a slow smile spreading across his face that sent chills down my spine. “Impressive. You’re not scared. You’d make a good wife, Artemis, goddess of the moon.” The name hit me hard. Only my mother called me that. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked furiously to hold them back, but it was too late. The grief I had buried deep inside me surged to the surface.