I'LL ALWAYS BE RIGHT HERE
CHAPTER 1
Frog walked to his little hut house after he had tea with the queen and king. He closed his eyes and tripped over a stone. He landed flat on his face. Angrily he lifted his face and saw two familiar boots infront of him.
"Magus..." the amphibian muttered under his breath. Frog lifted himself off the ground and stared straight into the cold dark eyes that were infront of him.
"May I ask why thou hast come?" Frog rudely spat.
"Relax you repugnant creature, I have merely come to change you back to your former identity" the slightly annoyed man replied.
Frog chocked on his own breath, he couldn't believe it! Was Magus being nice? No it couldn't be, this must be a trick! "Lies! Thou speak lie!" Frog shouted in anger.
The last thing he saw was Magus come towards him and then... it all went black.
Frog woke up, but he didn't know what was going on. He looked around... was that Cyrus!? It couldn't be! He was dead! Frog reached out a hand... it looked human! He was no longer a frog but... but a human! Cyrus smiled at him and turned to walk away. No! He mustn't leave! Frog ran after him, he raqn until he reached a clearing in the thick wood.
Frog could see himself, when he was younger, back when he was known as Glenn... the kids ran around, beating on him, kicking dirt in his face, and laughing at him as he cried there... he heard a voice behind him and turned around, it was Cyrus again! Cyrus started to walk towards the kids and Frog reached out to grab his arm but found that his hand just slid through...
Frog jolted upwards, bathed in cold sweat. He'd been having dreams of Cyrus a lot lately, and sometimes they scared him. He reached for the edge of the blanket... a human hand!? Magus! So he had changed him back.. hard to believe. He wondered why.
Frog slowly walked to a lake to have a bath, he didn't feel so great after that strange dream. He slowly dipped one toe into the lake... it was cold! He backed away slightly but then walked in. The water was cold but it felt good on body. He leaned back and fell into the water. He let the water cool him down and float him. He came back up to breathe, the water sure felt good.
Frog got out and walked slowly back to his hut, smile spread across his face. As he walked he suddenly shivered and got the feeling he was being watched, but urged onward, seeking the comfort of his bed. He lay down, still feeling that he was being watched. He continued to ignore it until he fell into a peaceful slumber.
The light of the morning shone down upon Frog's body. He could feel the heat being soaked in. Lifting his eyes slowly, he thought he saw Cyrus, but blinked and he was gone. How strange it was. Cyrus had been dead for so many years, and yet the memory of the courageous man that was once his friend would not fade.
Frog slowly got up and slipped on some clothes. He climbed up his ladder and looked up at the trees. Here and there bits of sun shone through. Calmly and contently, Frog walked through the forest. Today was going to be a busy day.
Frog needed to go to the shop at the nearby town to get some more food supplies. When he got there, a lady greeted him.
"Hello sir," the lady started, "you must be new in town, me name is Mrs. Thompson!"
Frog stopped... he was human again... back to his old identity... "Glenn..." he whispered slowly as he heard the name he had left behind so long ago.
"Glenn you say? Well isn't that a nice name!" Mrs. Thompson cut through his thoughts.
Glenn bought some food and headed back to his hut. He sat down and set the groceries on the floor. He slowly closed his eyes and memory came back to haunt him as he remembered his old name...
His eyes shot open, he was getting that feeling again... the feeling that he was being watched. He looked around but there was no one there... he grabbed his sword and headed outside the hut.
Glenn could hear someone in the bushes and he cut the bush where he had heard it from with his sword. A movement... he stood there with his eyes closed... then a voice...
"Glenn" someone spoke his name from behind him. It was so familiar. Glenn slowly turned around to look face to face with... Cyrus!
Glenn couldn't breathe, he choked on his words and they turned into nothing... it must be another dream! It had to be! Glenn covered his ears and shouted...
"Go away! You're not real! Stop haunting my dreams! You're dead!" he shouted, still trying to convince himself. A hand touched his arm, trying to remove it from his ears. His hand felt so real... but it couldn't be.
"Glenn..." he heard Cyrus say again. Glenn felt so dizzy, as he stood there, confused. No! No! He felt hot and confused, it was just his dream haunting him! Glenn couldn't take it anymore! He broke down. Tears that were waiting to fall finally fell as he fell to his knees.
Glenn looked up with tearful eyes and saw the blurred vision of Cyrus staring right into his depths. He felt sick, like he had to throw up. He didn't want to move. He just stared at Cyrus and cried.
END OF CHAPTER 1
**********Author's notes**********
You probably noticed how I changed "Frog" to "Glenn" in the story, it's so you can get into the story better. Thanks for reading. I don't know how the story will develop, give me some ideas and I'll see what I can come up with. Review please? =)
Frog walked to his little hut house after he had tea with the queen and king. He closed his eyes and tripped over a stone. He landed flat on his face. Angrily he lifted his face and saw two familiar boots infront of him.
"Magus..." the amphibian muttered under his breath. Frog lifted himself off the ground and stared straight into the cold dark eyes that were infront of him.
"May I ask why thou hast come?" Frog rudely spat.
"Relax you repugnant creature, I have merely come to change you back to your former identity" the slightly annoyed man replied.
Frog chocked on his own breath, he couldn't believe it! Was Magus being nice? No it couldn't be, this must be a trick! "Lies! Thou speak lie!" Frog shouted in anger.
The last thing he saw was Magus come towards him and then... it all went black.
Frog woke up, but he didn't know what was going on. He looked around... was that Cyrus!? It couldn't be! He was dead! Frog reached out a hand... it looked human! He was no longer a frog but... but a human! Cyrus smiled at him and turned to walk away. No! He mustn't leave! Frog ran after him, he raqn until he reached a clearing in the thick wood.
Frog could see himself, when he was younger, back when he was known as Glenn... the kids ran around, beating on him, kicking dirt in his face, and laughing at him as he cried there... he heard a voice behind him and turned around, it was Cyrus again! Cyrus started to walk towards the kids and Frog reached out to grab his arm but found that his hand just slid through...
Frog jolted upwards, bathed in cold sweat. He'd been having dreams of Cyrus a lot lately, and sometimes they scared him. He reached for the edge of the blanket... a human hand!? Magus! So he had changed him back.. hard to believe. He wondered why.
Frog slowly walked to a lake to have a bath, he didn't feel so great after that strange dream. He slowly dipped one toe into the lake... it was cold! He backed away slightly but then walked in. The water was cold but it felt good on body. He leaned back and fell into the water. He let the water cool him down and float him. He came back up to breathe, the water sure felt good.
Frog got out and walked slowly back to his hut, smile spread across his face. As he walked he suddenly shivered and got the feeling he was being watched, but urged onward, seeking the comfort of his bed. He lay down, still feeling that he was being watched. He continued to ignore it until he fell into a peaceful slumber.
The light of the morning shone down upon Frog's body. He could feel the heat being soaked in. Lifting his eyes slowly, he thought he saw Cyrus, but blinked and he was gone. How strange it was. Cyrus had been dead for so many years, and yet the memory of the courageous man that was once his friend would not fade.
Frog slowly got up and slipped on some clothes. He climbed up his ladder and looked up at the trees. Here and there bits of sun shone through. Calmly and contently, Frog walked through the forest. Today was going to be a busy day.
Frog needed to go to the shop at the nearby town to get some more food supplies. When he got there, a lady greeted him.
"Hello sir," the lady started, "you must be new in town, me name is Mrs. Thompson!"
Frog stopped... he was human again... back to his old identity... "Glenn..." he whispered slowly as he heard the name he had left behind so long ago.
"Glenn you say? Well isn't that a nice name!" Mrs. Thompson cut through his thoughts.
Glenn bought some food and headed back to his hut. He sat down and set the groceries on the floor. He slowly closed his eyes and memory came back to haunt him as he remembered his old name...
His eyes shot open, he was getting that feeling again... the feeling that he was being watched. He looked around but there was no one there... he grabbed his sword and headed outside the hut.
Glenn could hear someone in the bushes and he cut the bush where he had heard it from with his sword. A movement... he stood there with his eyes closed... then a voice...
"Glenn" someone spoke his name from behind him. It was so familiar. Glenn slowly turned around to look face to face with... Cyrus!
Glenn couldn't breathe, he choked on his words and they turned into nothing... it must be another dream! It had to be! Glenn covered his ears and shouted...
"Go away! You're not real! Stop haunting my dreams! You're dead!" he shouted, still trying to convince himself. A hand touched his arm, trying to remove it from his ears. His hand felt so real... but it couldn't be.
"Glenn..." he heard Cyrus say again. Glenn felt so dizzy, as he stood there, confused. No! No! He felt hot and confused, it was just his dream haunting him! Glenn couldn't take it anymore! He broke down. Tears that were waiting to fall finally fell as he fell to his knees.
Glenn looked up with tearful eyes and saw the blurred vision of Cyrus staring right into his depths. He felt sick, like he had to throw up. He didn't want to move. He just stared at Cyrus and cried.
END OF CHAPTER 1
**********Author's notes**********
You probably noticed how I changed "Frog" to "Glenn" in the story, it's so you can get into the story better. Thanks for reading. I don't know how the story will develop, give me some ideas and I'll see what I can come up with. Review please? =)