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Notes: Mini chapter! Next chapter will continue with Eren and his adventure. :3 But for now: some Auruo/Petra

Petra sat against the wall, knees brought to her chest and wings folded against her back. Her head was down and eyes swollen with tears. Irwin and Hanji were in an uproar; Irwin wanting to chase after Eren, who was out for revenge against a powerful sorcerer, and Hanji hellbent on breaking the curse placed on their prince, Levi.

She was torn between the two. Between assisting the witch and following Irwin into a battle.

A ribbit interrupted a choked back sob and she raised her head from her knees to see the small green frog looking up at her.

"Petra," Auruo said softly, "please stop crying. Seeing you like this…it honestly breaks my heart."

Petra laughed and tried to smile. "Do frogs have hearts?"

Auruo chuckled and Petra held out her hands. He jumped onto her palms and she pulled him close to better hear him.

"Auruo, I'm scared for them. For all of them," she said. "And I'm so sad about Levi. I feel…helpless. I'm not powerful like Irwin and Mike. And my magic isn't meant for battling or breaking spells like Hanji. I can just…cast enchantments…"

She sighed heavily and Auruo shook his head. "Petra, just because your magic isn't the same as Hanji's and because you don't carry a sword, it doesn't make you weak. You're just as strong in your own way. You have a heart and you care. You're going to be there for them when they need you. You have a warm spirit, Petra."

"Auruo…that's very kind of you."

"I…I mean it!" The frog cried. "And…at least you're able to do that much. I'm still stuck in such a useless body." He sighed and Petra laughed.

"But you're still very sweet," she said, kissing him on the head. "Even if you are just a froggy—"

A sudden poof of smoke and a loud crack filled the entrance hall. Petra squealed as a weight suddenly hit her. She waved her hand, clearing the purple cloud of dust, and skin came in contact with skin in a hard slap.

"Excuse you!"

The man practically sitting on Petra's lap rubbed his cheek. He suddenly gasped as Petra's eyes widened.

"I…I'm human aga—"

Petra yelped and deliberately slapped him again. "WHO ARE YOU!?"

"PETRA IT'S ME!" The man shouted as Petra beat him away. "I'M AURUO!"

She suddenly stopped to examine him better. He certainly wasn't Irwin Smith but his voice and the little cravat and the way he bit his tongue was unmistakable. She gasped and couldn't hold back a smile.

"You really are human," she said. Auruo was busy touching his face and his messy blond hair as she spoke. He looked up, ready to yell again, but he stopped seeing the gentle smile on Petra's face.

"I am," he said, flustered. "Though…maybe not really a prince…uhh…"

"It's alright," Petra said. "I can live with you not being a prince. It was the frog part that was difficult."