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Bpov

It was just a little past sun rise and I was fleeing to a swamp to avoid a visit from Prince Jacob.

Yep, you guessed it, I am a princess. Princess Isabella of Greater Forks to be precise. I know what you're thinking, 'Why would someone, especially a princess, want to spend time in a swamp?' I have to answer that question in two parts. The first part has to deal with the visitors; Prince Jacob of West La Push. He is rude and laughs at me whenever I have a klutzy moment. He is snooty and doesn't let you forget he is a prince.

The second reason is the swamp. It is quite possibly my favorite place in the kingdom. It's quite and I had always thought that magic could happen here, where new lives begin and old ones end, where enemies and heroes weren't always what one expected, and where anything could happen, even to a clumsy princess.

Now that I'm in the swamp, thoughts of my mother's cold gaze and the speeches she would give me. For missing Jacob's visit, and on how a princess should behave ran through my brain. Thinking more about mother and less about my surroundings, I had almost stepped on a snake. In a natural act of protecting myself I jumped back. BIG mistake, my heel had caught on a willow root. I tried to stop myself from falling by throwing out my arms, but my usual clumsiness along with my heavy skirts pulled me straight down onto the rain soaked ground. At least a hundred grasshoppers leapt from the ground as I tried to get to my feet. My dress was soaked and twigs and leaves were stuck in my long brown hair.

"Thank you!" said a throaty voice.

I whipped my head to the side and my soggy hair smacked me in the face. "Who said that?" I asked dragging my hair away from my face as not to get a mouthful of swamp water. I looked around for the face to match the voice. Other than myself, my Aunt Esme was the only other person that lived in the castle who visited the swamp.

"I did, you're not very observant are you?" said the voice again. 'I had better not be hearing things.' I looked around again but all I could see out of the ordinary was a frog. No frogs were normal in the swamp, but this frog was glaring at me. Glaring! I jumped when it spoke again. But not because of his lips were moving. My Aunt Esme is a witch, so I'm used to magic. It was just that no animal has spoken to me before. "I was going to eat those grasshoppers for lunch, but because of you I'll never find them now!" The frog scowled shaking a webbed finger in my direction. "A clumsy girl like you should watch here she puts her feet."

"I'm sorry." I said offended, "I didn't mean to, It was an accident. You see there was this snake and - ." I said trying to explain myself before the frog cut me off.

"Hah!" he said. "Apologies won't bring back my lunch! But I guess it wouldn't matter to you, would it. I bet you've never gone hungry once in your life!"

This frog was beginning to annoy me. Just because I had to watch my mouth around my mother, doesn't mean I have to watch it in front of this frog as well. "For your information, I haven't eaten a thing all day. My mother invited Prince Jacob over for a visit and I had to leave before he arrived, so I wouldn't have to spend the entire day with him."

"What is wrong with you?" the frog demanded, his lip curling. "Missing a meal just because you don't like someone, You would never catch me doing that! I know Jacob and even though he's..." the frog trailed off his eyes opening wide. He leaned in and looked me over from head to toe. "Wait... if your mother invited a prince, does that mean that you're a princess."

"Maybe" I answered apprehensively.

The frog grinned, straightened his shoulders and bowed from where his waist would have been, if he had one. "I'm sorry you're Highness! If I had known who you were I would never have insulted you like I did."

I rolled my eyes, "Give me a break. I liked you better before you knew I was a princess."

If possible the frog grin grew, "I'm glad to hear that you like me. In that case would you do me one tiny little favor."

"That depends on what the favor is."

"Would you do me the honor of giving me a kiss?"

I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. I laughed like I always do. Two very startled blackbirds flew off as if a rock was thrown at them. The frog started at me through narrow eyes. "Are you sure you're a princess? You don't laugh like one."

"I know." I answered. "According to my mother a princess's laugh should be like a tinkling bell, not the bray of a donkey. As I've told her, I can't help it my laugh, unless it's not sincere, is not something I can control.

"Well, than what about that kiss." said the frog puckering his lips.

I shook my head." Sorry, I'm not interested in kissing a frog."

"Maybe you would change your mind if you knew I was really a prince turned into a frog by an evil witch." He said scratching the side of his head with his toe. "I had the misfortune of criticizing her fashion sense. And she didn't take kindly to my comments."

"What does that have to do with a kiss?"

"If I can get a kiss from a princess, I'll turn back into a prince."

"That's not very flattering to me, now is it? All you need is a kiss from any old princess. A girl likes to think her first kiss will be something special. Well, I'm not going to kiss you! I have no idea where you've been, I could catch a disease. Besides, considering what you eat, you must have awful breath."

"Well!" said the frog as he drew himself up to his full Froggy height. "Now you're just being rude! All I did was ask for a small favor and you insult me!"

"That was a BIG favor, and you know it."

"But this is a matter of life or frog-hood!" he protested.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the habit of kissing strangers, regardless of their species. There must be other princess you could ask. Someone who's petite, and doesn't trip over her own feet." Beta Note: Cute it rhymes

"Sure." he said sarcastically. "I'll just ask one of the other hundreds of princess who hang around the swamp, begging to be kissed."

I had had enough. Gathering my skirts in one hand I turned to go. "Well if that's the way you're going to act, I'm leaving. I had let the castle today so I wouldn't have to visit with an obnoxious prince. Now here I am talking to an obnoxious frog who claims he's a prince."

"Wait! You can't leave now! Where's my kiss?" the frog called after me.

At the edge of the path I stopped. Gathering my thoughts and trying to stay calm I answered. "I don't care If it's the end of the world as we know it. I have better things to do with my time that listen to absurd requests from frogs. Good day Mr. Frog."

The last thing I saw before I turned away was the look in the Frog's eyes. It was a look of complete hopelessness, the look of someone in terrible trouble. I knew that look would haunt me the rest of the day.


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