(Frog/Kayell)
I could do nothing but sit on the door's ledge. The information hit me like a blow. Things were coming back to me, almost completely now but my aunt had never appeared to be devious, and my cousin, we had received news that Victor had died in battle over three years ago!
But I couldn't think about all that now, I had to focus. The fact was, this had become the situation. And what could I do about it? A little, insignificant frog who was worrying about being stepped on or not? Yet if I didn't do anything, people I cared for were going to die, my father, mother, Naetalia. I had to do something.
I would start with Naetalia, maybe I could make her see. I didn't know how, but I had to try.
..........
A low flame crackled in the fireplace. Naetalia nudged a pick into the burning wood, causing it to grow just slightly. The firelight, stronger than its twilight companion, flickered over her saddened features.
Hope was draining, becoming something beyond her reach, and she knew it. The knowledge drawing her even further into the despair that seemed to be consuming her. She had been able to stand up to him again, but how many more times? Even if she had the courage to again, how long until he simply wouldn't take any more of it?
She glanced around the room, yet there was still no sign of the frog. Thoughts flickered around in her head, hoping he had found someplace safe, but missing even the little company he gave.
She moved towards the open window, ignoring the cold chill that crept into the bedroom. The snow had stopped falling since the night before, leaving a thick blanket of white all around the castle. The sun was low, causing colors to paint the cloud-scattered sky.
"Why does this have to be my life?" she whispered to herself. "Why can't anyone see him for what he is?"
The frog crept back under the double doors and began making his way back to his place on the dresser by the bed.
The young woman reached over to a near-by table and yanked off a water pitcher that was resting on top. She threw it towards the doors angrily, water flying in various directions.
"Why, God," she cried out. "Why can't you just leave me be?! Or make it quick,"
She grew quieter again, her shoulders drooping as she gripped one of the couches for support. Tears began welling up in her eyes.
"Why can't this just be quick," she whispered in a pained voice.
..........
(Frog/Kayell)
Her words seemed to jumble together for some reason. I had come back to the room, to find her upset, angry, sad. The throbbing started once more. Her back was turned to me as she moved closer to the fireplace. I could feel her frustration, her fear.
A sharp wind found its way through the open window, and suddenly my attention focused to the darkening sky. It was so beautiful. The sun was almost completely hidden now, but the colors still lit up against the lines of treetops.
The throbbing continued, growing louder and more painful. But I had to get closer. I found my way to the ground and hopped until I was just under the windowsill. The pain moved further throughout my body, pushing any other thoughts aside. All except for one. The sun was almost gone.
I could feel it in its last moments, leaving the sky to make way for the moonlight, until finally it was gone. A last burst of pain shot though me and I couldn't help but cry out.
Hardly a moment later, it was gone, all the pain, jumbled thoughts. I felt weak and cold, so cold. I collapsed on the floor, my breathing shallow and hard.
I turned my head towards Naetalia to find her staring back at me. Her tear- filled eyes were wide in what seemed to be, fear?
"Kayell?"
...........
A.N.- What's this? No kiss for the frog? No one said the curse/spell is broken ;)
I could do nothing but sit on the door's ledge. The information hit me like a blow. Things were coming back to me, almost completely now but my aunt had never appeared to be devious, and my cousin, we had received news that Victor had died in battle over three years ago!
But I couldn't think about all that now, I had to focus. The fact was, this had become the situation. And what could I do about it? A little, insignificant frog who was worrying about being stepped on or not? Yet if I didn't do anything, people I cared for were going to die, my father, mother, Naetalia. I had to do something.
I would start with Naetalia, maybe I could make her see. I didn't know how, but I had to try.
..........
A low flame crackled in the fireplace. Naetalia nudged a pick into the burning wood, causing it to grow just slightly. The firelight, stronger than its twilight companion, flickered over her saddened features.
Hope was draining, becoming something beyond her reach, and she knew it. The knowledge drawing her even further into the despair that seemed to be consuming her. She had been able to stand up to him again, but how many more times? Even if she had the courage to again, how long until he simply wouldn't take any more of it?
She glanced around the room, yet there was still no sign of the frog. Thoughts flickered around in her head, hoping he had found someplace safe, but missing even the little company he gave.
She moved towards the open window, ignoring the cold chill that crept into the bedroom. The snow had stopped falling since the night before, leaving a thick blanket of white all around the castle. The sun was low, causing colors to paint the cloud-scattered sky.
"Why does this have to be my life?" she whispered to herself. "Why can't anyone see him for what he is?"
The frog crept back under the double doors and began making his way back to his place on the dresser by the bed.
The young woman reached over to a near-by table and yanked off a water pitcher that was resting on top. She threw it towards the doors angrily, water flying in various directions.
"Why, God," she cried out. "Why can't you just leave me be?! Or make it quick,"
She grew quieter again, her shoulders drooping as she gripped one of the couches for support. Tears began welling up in her eyes.
"Why can't this just be quick," she whispered in a pained voice.
..........
(Frog/Kayell)
Her words seemed to jumble together for some reason. I had come back to the room, to find her upset, angry, sad. The throbbing started once more. Her back was turned to me as she moved closer to the fireplace. I could feel her frustration, her fear.
A sharp wind found its way through the open window, and suddenly my attention focused to the darkening sky. It was so beautiful. The sun was almost completely hidden now, but the colors still lit up against the lines of treetops.
The throbbing continued, growing louder and more painful. But I had to get closer. I found my way to the ground and hopped until I was just under the windowsill. The pain moved further throughout my body, pushing any other thoughts aside. All except for one. The sun was almost gone.
I could feel it in its last moments, leaving the sky to make way for the moonlight, until finally it was gone. A last burst of pain shot though me and I couldn't help but cry out.
Hardly a moment later, it was gone, all the pain, jumbled thoughts. I felt weak and cold, so cold. I collapsed on the floor, my breathing shallow and hard.
I turned my head towards Naetalia to find her staring back at me. Her tear- filled eyes were wide in what seemed to be, fear?
"Kayell?"
...........
A.N.- What's this? No kiss for the frog? No one said the curse/spell is broken ;)