The Prince and His Pet Chapter Four

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Fran's POV

He didn't understand what was going on. After his mother came back, she seemed deadly serious, like something terrible had happened. He had tried to ask her, but she only croaked that 'That human is dangerous.'

Fran didn't know what a human was, but he was able to assume that it was the strange being that he'd come to admire just a little. But how was it dangerous? He had thought that it was a neutral animal, like the small pond fish that lived with them, just bigger.

A thudding noise vibrated around the pond suddenly, and Fran recognized it to be that animal again. He swam up to the surface of the water, too shy to poke his head out of it, but too curious to continue swimming normally like his brothers. Suddenly, however, he was scooped into that large claw, and brought up close to the being.

It made a strange noise that Fran didn't recognize.

"Froggy."

What? Fran didn't understand. He swam in the small amount of water the other had cupped in his hand. 'Who are you?'

"I've done something terrible..."

He still couldn't figure out what the being meant.

"I hurt my brother so bad..."

'Are you going to eat me?'

"He might not live if his condition gets worse!"

'Hey!'

Fran was done with nonsense. He wanted answers now, not just random jibberish as this thing was speaking. As he began to try and wildly ask questions, squirming in the slowly leaking pool of water he had, however, he was lowered back into the pond. He didn't understand. He wanted to know what was happening, but he couldn't get information from anyone. From anything.

'Have you ever asked a question that hasn't been anwered? Asked for knowledge and it not given? Asked for help and been neglected of it?'

That was how Fran felt. No one was talking to him. He was being kept in the dark.

'Mother!' he called, barely poking his head out of the water to try and talk to his mother on the lily pad. She saw who it was and hesitantly hopped an inch closer.

"Yes, dear?" she croaked.

'Tell be about it,' Fran pleaded. He didn't have to define 'it'. 'It' was obviously the human. She hung her head and slid into the water with him.

"Okay, Fran, let's talk.

Bel's POV

He watched the two creatures swim down to the bottom of the pond, and smiled sadly. 'Why can animals get along so much better than us humans?' he asked himself, 'What's different?'

"Bel."

The prince turned around and saw the queen, standing a couple meters away. "Yes, mother?" he asked tensely, hugging his knees to his chest.

"... He'll be okay," she told him in a quiet voice. "They're going to perform a couple of operations, and hopefully he'll still have his memory."

Bel stood up and walked over to his mother, hesitated for a moment, but then let himself hug her. "I didn't mean to do it. Really," he insisted. "When I looked and saw his back was turned, we got into a fight. He would've killed me if it wasn't for-..." He stopped when he felt the somewhat familiar feeling on his head. The frog.

"Kero."

"Ugh, Bel!" protested the queen, pushing her son back. "Don't pull such tricks when the times are this serious!" The prince tried his best not to groan at the frog's terrible timing.

"I didn't tell her to," Bel protested, looking upwards to try and see her. She seemed to be exploring him, as though she wanted to know more about him. She leapt onto his shoulder and started traveling down his outstretched arm, until she sat herself decisively on his palm, staring blankly at the queen.

"Kero."

"Bel, put it down," Elizabeth sighed.

Bel hesitantly moved back to the pond, and lowered his hand beside the water. "Go on, Mrs. Froggy~," he hummed, "Go into the water..." She turned herself around so she was back to the water, and stared at Bel.

"Kero."

"Come on, don't be stubborn...," Bel sighed, starting to submerge his hand in the water. But the more of his hand he dipped in, the further up his arm she hopped. Almost as if she wanted him to fall in. When his arm was up to his elbow in water, the prince looked at his mother defeatedly and grinned. "She doesn't want to return to the pond," he said in a sheepish voice.

"Bel!" snapped the queen, "Stop fooling around this instant! Just pick her- uh... IT up and put it in!"

Bel looked at the frog that was almost on his shoulder and frowned. "If you don't go in, I'll have to pick you up and put you in," he said quietly. She blinked slowly, before sliding down his arm and back into the water. Bel watched, amazed, as the frog swam back to her lily pad.

"Now come ON, Bel!" urged the queen, as though she hadn't witnessed the communication between the two. The prince stood slowly, shook the water off his arm and, still looking at the pond, began to follow the queen back home.

Fran's POV

His mother had said that it was called a human. That it was male, like Fran himself, and that male humans were usually the most aggressive. She also told him, however, that it wasn't fully grown, it was kind of in between adult and child- like a frog that was still losing its tail. He would age much slower that Fran would, so, for only about a day might they be the about same age.

Fran had still been eager to know more, so she left the pond to get a good look at him. When she returned, she told him quietly, "To his mother... he's just as strange of a son as you..."

While the young tadpole didn't undertand that, his mother frog had only left to go into her cave.

Bel's POV

"Bel... grounded... a year...," the devistated king muttered, pointing at the secondborn prince.

"But father, I have responsibilities," Bel said somewhat crookedly. The prince had thought about what he could do to stay in the forest with the frogs, and had come up with a splendid idea.

"What's that...?"

"Give me that set of knives," the young prince told his father in a smooth voice, "I'll start hunting food for all of us."

"That's peasant work," his father spat, glaring.

"Is it really~? Then it's a perfect punishment for a prince," Bel told him. "I'll go out to the forest and come back with rabbits, deer, fish, I could fashion my own fishing rod~" The prince was totally open to the new idea of making tools on his own and catching his own food as well as his family's. It sounded so wild- so natural, and loads of fun.

"Hm. You won't poison us?" the king asked tensely.

"Ushishi~ Of course not, father, I have to eat too."

Maybe the king was a little twisted the wrong way because of the shock of the incident with Rasiel, but Bel was positive the king nodded at him. With a cheerful cheshire grin, the prince scampered over to the cabinet where the king and queen kept two sets of throwing knives that they had planned to give to the princes. "May I?" he called to his father.

"Yeah..."

Bel grinned as he slid his set from the cabinet. 'This means Jill will be getting his too, I'll have to watch my back,' Bel thought.

The excitement was so great, though. He had proper weapons, and a new responsibility that he was going to love.

-End Chapter


Man, I feel like this chap's too short... sorry people... review more...