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Aerinha -- Yeah, the language I made by my own little self. And my stories are never goofy. Ever.
Miss Piratess -- Don't worry, I still thing you're intelligent, even when you don't sound it.
mythicalmemory -- It has loads of imagination because I had no life. Basically.
Lulai -- Noooo, it will still only be one, but I'll love you a lot! And thanks for what you said about me being funny. . .very encouraging. Every morning I get up and look in the mirror and repeat to myself, "I am funny. I am funny."
rainkisser -- Hey! Your reviews are the most entertaining EVER. Just thought you'd like to know. Anyways. I tried to give Raven a turtle sundae, but she kind of. . .hates me. Probably because I made her the bad person. . .bummer. And thanks for the bagel. It was delicious, even though it wasn't onion. And if you want one, I asked Suoe, and she said that the fairy is back from vacation but has laryngitis. Sorry, Mia.
Summary: She's a doctor's daughter under a spell of an evil queen. He's a prince with nowhere to rule and the worst luck of all. Even with the sometimes useful interference of two fairies with nothing better to do and the constant companionship of six giants, a runaway dog, and a girl who was once a fly, how will the Frog Prince and Sleeping Beauty ever hook up? Many fairy tales rolled into one silly, very mixed-up one.
THIS FAIRY TALE IS ABOUT: Curses and Kisses
THIS CHAPTER IS ABOUT: (Frog) Princes and Girls
Dekciw walked up to her door. She sighed happily. She had had such a nice time eating at With Which Witch?, she had not even cast a spell on the waitress. This had been definitely a good day.
There had been that prince. What was his name. . .Neon? Menon, that was it. Prince Menon of Nowhere. He had walked right into her, so she cast a spell on him. Turned him into a frog until he kissed a sleeping servant. Dekciw always thought that a prince would never kiss a lowly servant- even if she was asleep! She was probably right, but there are exceptions, you know. There are always exceptions. . .
Prince Menon Rikiliy of Nowhere sighed. He had only been a frog an hour and he was all ready really, really bored. He had eaten his share of flies, and he had tried to entertain himself by jumping back and forth across the pond on the lily pads.
He had also found, rather disappointingly, that there was not even another frog to talk to -- or at least look at. He had not been very shocked when he was turned into a frog. It figures, he had tried to say, but all that came out was a croak. He cleared his throat and in a very froggy voice it came out. "It figures."
Menon was a right handsome lad, when he was a lad. He had untidy blonde hair and blue eyes the color of the sky right before rain clouds swarm and a storm starts brewing. He was tall.
Menon had had bad luck with every since he was born. His parents had a party, and invited 3 witches and 6 fairies to 'bless the child'. First went the fairies. The first one made him calm in terrifying situations, the second one made him handsome, the third one made him smart, and the fourth one made him love books. The fifth one made him have a good voice to sing with. Now, this may not seem like bad luck to you, and it was not, until the three impatient witches decided it was the witches' turns. The first witch, Llata Ecinton, and the second witch, Elbirrohdna Dabyllaer, and the third witch, Ytsandna Naem Nialp Tsuj, were all enemies. Elbirrohdna and Ytsandna did not like Llata because her hair was too curly. Llata and Ytsandna did not like Elbirrohdna because her hair was too straight. Elbirrohdna and Llata did not like Ytsandna because her hair was too perfect and she had four names instead of two. They all decided to outdo each other, but Llata could not think of anything more well to give him.
She was awfully mad at the King and Queen for inviting the other witches, in addition, so she said, "Menon will be a prince of Nowhere -- he will have no place to reign."
Elbirrohdna was mad at them, too. She said, "He will be cursed. Every witch who sees him will be annoyed with him and cast a spell on him."
Do I need to tell you how mad Ytsandna was? "He will have bad luck where ever he goes." Then, the three witches, still upset, left abruptly.
The sixth fairy was mad, too, because she thought it was bad enough being a prince at all, without having bad luck and no kingdom. The king and queen were angry, too. The sixth fairy said that the witches' 'gifts' would only last until he kissed the woman who he would love who would love him back. Since she felt so sorry for the poor prince, she also said that the first woman he kissed who could be in love with him would, and the same with the prince.
The king and queen were still angry, mostly because they were so embarrassed that they had messed up, so they just ignored poor Prince Menon. He ran away at only 8 years old. In Menon's lifetime, he had been cursed quite a few times. A lot of them were changing into animals: a bird, a snake, an ant, and a rabbit and once a wombat to name a few. Some of them moved him places: to a different forest, city, state, country, and twice to a different planet. (Menon is and was the only man ever to go to Pluto and back in one day. He was quite amazed to find a witch there, who promptly sent him back.)
He has been thrown into a slumber for 100 years three times, never aging any. He had lived for 320 years, and slept 300 of them. He had slept when he was 6 (at the castle, when he accidentally walked into a witch outside the castle gate), when he was 12, and when he was 17. His hair still grew while he was asleep and my, oh, my, you do NOT want to see a six year old with a mustache and a beard that is a longer size than HE is. Yuck!
So, now he was a frog. He jumped around the lily pads for a while, then decided to stop after he fell in and was almost eaten by a catfish. Then he preferred to sit on the log, thinking. He was thinking about the end of the spell. When he found someone to love who would love him back. He was trying to picture her – beautiful red hair, captivating green eyes. . .
He closed his eyes, lost his balance again, fell again and escaped the catfish once again. He was about sick of being a frog. Actually, he was really, really, really sick of being a frog.
All the giants were yelling and screaming. Mera had not been found. They had not managed to find her, but they had managed to wake up their neighbors four times and lose Prudence twice. It seemed hopeless.
Qa-ja-ci sighed. "Please. It's almost dawn, let's go back, Fa-sud. Please, please. I'm worn out."
"Me, too," Aifii puffed. "I know she is our friend, but I think she will do okay on her own."
Sa-jawi nodded. "C'mon, sis. It's impossible. It really is. We'll never find her."
Fa-sud turned to face the trio. "Fine," She spat out angrily. "Fine, then, you just go back. We will be out here if you need us."
They looked at Da-jooa and Wa-kod-if expectantly. Wa-kod-if looked down at his shoes. Da-jooa started yelling again. "Mera! Hello! Are you there, Mera?"
Qa-ja-ci looked at Aifii, who looked at Sa-jawi, who looked at Fa-sud. "Well," Qa-ja-ci said, slowly, "I guess we'll be going, then, right?"
Sa-jawi nodded in agreement. "Time to go. Time to sleep." Aifii murmured to concur.
"Well," Fa-sud said huffily. "When we find her dead six hours from now, we'll let you know."
Qa-ja-ci snorted loudly. "Dead? Fa-sud, seriously."
"I am serious!" she bemoaned. "She really could be dead! You know how cold it gets at night. She could freeze to death. She could! She could! She could!"
"Calm yourself. We have been out here all night. Are we frozen? Are we dead?" asked Aifii.
"No-o-o, but we were walking around. We were keeping ourselves warm. She could've died! She could've! You know she could've!"
"Sister. I have one question. Why do you want so badly to will this friend of yours into the other realm? Wouldn't you rather will her alive?"
This question left Fa-sud speechless. And that's something that does not happen very often.
Back in the castle, it was chaotic. They had found King Pitch, Dr. Royal, and Princess Midnight and had gone into shock. (Norbert, the guard, had not really freaked them out. It was not like he was royalty.) They were even more shocked when they did not find Queen Raven. Thankfully, no one had seen Mera leave. But they put out 'Have you seen our gallant queen?' and 'Find Raven!' posters and it was all over the news.
'Queen is Lost', 'Where is Raven?', and 'Country and Castle in Total Shock!' covered the Mahaska Gazette's headlines. It became a tool of gossips. There was even one rumor going around that the whole royal family was dead and the people ruling were really evil impostors from Okapi, their arch country. Indeed, everyone was wondering. Where was the queen?
It so happened that the queen was still in the Golden Forest. She was lost. For a good reason, too. She had never actually walked outside of the castle grounds and her old hometown of Holly-Hock.
"Well, I have to find someone who can help. Hm. Who is a witch who will help me out of this mess? I know! Llata! She'll help me! We were in witch-school together!" So Raven set out to find Llata, who, unbeknownst to her, was off on Pluto, visiting her distant aunt. She was going to be searching for a really long time.
Prince Menon (the frog prince) was hopping around the forest. He knew he had to go kiss a sleeping servant, but he was a little worried. What if he found someone asleep, and kissed her, and she was not a servant? What if she was a witch? If Menon was still a human, he would be getting goose-bumps. She might just kill him. Or she might make him sleep for 100 years again. (which he hoped she would not, because he had just slept for 100 years when he was 17, and it was not very exciting. Menon always liked excitement.)
He heard some noise. Could it be a sleeping servant?, he thought hopefully and frankly, quite sillily, hopping towards the noise.
"Joulasid Domina Poola Sanks!" cried the witch. No such luck. He looked at himself to assess the damage. Just great, he thought. Now I am a pink frog.
Mera was still asleep. She was dreaming. In her dream, everyone was at a party. She walked around, but nobody seemed to notice her. Finally, she saw that there was somebody speaking to the crowd on a small stand. It was Queen Raven.
"Yes, my loyal subjects, I am finally back. I was kidnapped--" (gasp from crowd) "-- by six giants and a traitor --" (another gasp) "-- who as I speak is standing in our midst!" (Very large gasp)
"Who?" The crowd yelled. "Tell us who, so we may kill them!" Mera started to run.
"Don't let her get away! There she goes! Catch her! Catch her!" She heard Raven screech. Mera ran, ran, ran into a great darkness. She almost stopped, but heard 'Catch her! Kill her!' and ran even harder. Then she was falling. Falling down, down, down . . .
Time wore on, like an old sweater that you can never get rid of, no matter how you try. Two whole years went by. Raven was lost for good. She had found Llata on Pluto (do not ask how, she did not even know) and loved it so much she decided to stay there forever. Back on Earth, Menon hopped slowly, looking left and right for a sleeping servant. He still had not stopped looking for one. There was nothing else he could do. He saw trees. He saw more trees. He saw trees wherever he looked. He was not even sure if he was going in circles, because all the trees were the same. He was tired. Not to mention really, really bored.
I wonder, he thought, what frogs eat besides insects? Something in Menon said 'insects' and Menon sighed. Does this forest even have any more insects? I am uncommonly hungry. Suddenly, Menon heard the buzz of a fly in his ear. Lunch!
Mera was dreaming another dream. This dream was a lot different, but still very, very strange. She was riding on a unicorn, something she had never done, but she was riding it really, really well. It felt good to have wind in your hair. She had heard about unicorns, but had never seen one. It was magnificent.
The unicorn was running through a forest. For the first time, Mera realized she was riding with someone else. A man, riding another unicorn. He was very handsome, and he looked nice. Mera did not feel uncomfortable with him, which is what she usually felt around handsome men. They had reached a castle, and he was getting off his horse. Mera followed in suit. They walked into the castle. The man kissed her on the cheek and left her. Then, a lot of servants came up to her and dragged her into a room that read 'Princess Mera'. They were doing her hair and dressing her and when she looked into the mirror, Mera felt shivers go up and down her back. Her brown hair was long and curly and had been combed until it was soft as silk. It was put up in the most beautiful way. Her brown eyes sparkled gaily. She was wearing a silvery dress, velvety and smooth to the touch. It was covered in diamonds. Mera wondered, Could that truly be me? Is that me -- under all the hair and diamonds and dress?
Menon gobbled the fly up quickly. It was good, but he was still very, very hungry. He heard more buzzing, and there was another fly. He thought he heard a teeny tiny sob. Was the fly really crying? He thought he heard a little voice.
"What?" he said. "Did you say something?" He hopped towards the fly.
"Yes, I did!" cried the little fly. "You just ate my best friend!"
"Who are you!?" cried Menon.
"I'm Kokie, you big meanie!" Kokie yelled, flying at him.
"Whoa, whoa, wait! I'm sorry I ate. . ."
"Bokie."
". . .Bokie, but I was really, really hungry."
She rolled her hundreds of eyes. "Oh, that excuses it."
"I'm sorry, but I've only been a frog for a little bit of my life!"
Kokie rolled her eyes again. "Oh, what were you before? A human?"
"Yes," said Menon, and Kokie almost fainted.
"What?" Kokie stabled herself. "No way! So was I!"
It was Menon's turn to almost faint. "What!?"
"I sort of upset a witch. That was 2 years ago. I am 14 now," Kokie sighed. "The witch told me I would be a fly until 5 minutes after a prince talks to me without knowing who I am. Like that'll ever happen."
Menon wondered if he should tell Kokie he was a prince. Then, he thought that maybe he would not count (being a prince of nowhere). He just said, "My name is Menon. Uh. . .exactly who are you?"
Kokie paused, unsure what he meant. "Oh! Nothing, really. The prince just cannot know my name. It's not like I'm anybody special. Just a common girl."
"So. . .seen any sleeping servants lately?" asked Menon.
Kokie laughed. "No, but I'll help you look for one." Just then, Kokie started to glow.
There was a big flash, then before the pink frog lay a young girl, with dirty hair that was probably blonde when clean, and skinny arms and legs and no clothes. Menon quickly turned around. He could hear Kokie getting up. "I'm a person!" she said. "Don't tell me. . .you're a prince!" She looked at herself and blushed. "You stay right there, I'll be back with some sort of clothes."
Kokie found an old, big, brown, ragged giant man's coat (which Qa-ja-ci had taken off, intending to get it back) and put it on. She also found a small creek (called Kokie Creek by the animals of the Golden Forest, who like to name everything) to bathe and wash in. When Kokie came back, they both had questions for each other.
"You first," said Menon (even though he had not been given he gift of kindness, he was very courteous (and affectionate)).
"Well, if you are a prince, why didn't you tell me?" Kokie inquired.
"I have no place to reign, so I didn't know if I would count," replied the prince.
"Oh. What's you question?" she returned.
"Uh -- was Bokie a human, too?" he said, slowly.
Kokie laughed. "No. He was just a fly. Why did you ask me if I had seen a sleeping servant?"
"I'm going to be a frog until I find one," Menon said.
"Oh, well, since I got nothing better to do, I guess I'll help you look for it." The pink frog jumped into Kokie's outstretched hand. (Some girls might be grossed out by a slimy frog, but Kokie wasn't a sissy like some girls.) "Let's go!"
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