"Marcy! Sasha! Anne! Anyone!? HELLO!?"
Somewhere in the mysterious swampy regions lay a cave near a valley of big glowing mushrooms. Inside the cave, there were strange creatures that live beneath the surface. Those creatures are anthropomorphic salamanders. These amphibians came in various colors and clothing patterns. Some wear just shorts, but most of them wear ponchos with shorts, and robes. These cave salamanders also have gills sprouting from their heads.
The salamanders work as a community. They gather water, harvest small bugs inside the cave, stand guard for trespassers, and hunt for small fish and harvest crops outside the cave. The leader of the community is a blind salamander, dressed in native clothing and markings to match his six gills and light colored eyes. He hears the community go about their daily business and he smiles at the positive voices and laughter from others.
But within this community, they also have a special gift. These salamanders practice the arcane arts. Under the guidance of their leader, they only practice the arts of magic for defensive purposes. When danger is upon them, they cast an invisibility charm to hide their underground village. Or they can surround their home with an enchanted shield if being discreet is not an option. Under the leader's rule, those were the only spells the salamanders could cast.
A small group of salamanders were playing ball with each other. One of the salamanders, with the same skin color as their leader, threw too high and missed the catcher. The ball flew to an oncoming traveler.
A salamander with brown skin and yellow spots. His jaw has yellow skin with brown spots, and his fingers and toes have yellow skin as well. And on his head are yellow webbed gills poking out. He wears a red shirt with black pants and a purple neckerchief. He was reading a book as the ball came up to him.
"Heads up!" called out the salamanders. But just as he called out, the salamander raised his hand and pointed at the ball. His finger was glowing and a bright yellow aura surrounded the ball. Then, he taps the ball, shooting it back to them.
"Hey," said the second salamander. "You want to join us?"
"Forget about him," said the first salamander. "He doesn't have time for us. All that hybrid freak cares about is being the best wizard, and spiting my father's rules." He chuckles a bit, then he started sniffing. "What's that smell? Is something burning?"
He looks down to see smoke and ember from the bottom of his feet. He felt a sharp pain and howled in agony. The other two salamanders ran for home. The salamander snapped his fingers, causing the ember to ignite. The first salamander jumped off the roaring flames and hobbled away. Then, the salamander clenches his fist, causing the fire to disappear. He puffs with annoyance as he walks away.
The salamander walked back through the village after gathering food and water for the day. Along the way, the villagers were either edgy or scared with his presence. Unlike most cave salamanders, he tends to go behind the leader's important rule: No offensive magic.
After a long day of errands, the salamander returned to his home. A small cave that contains a couch, two fireplaces, an alchemy table, and an enchanting table. He was just about to turn in when...
"Tint Tormak." A voice was heard from above. It was an elder axolotl salamander meditating. His skin was grayish brown with a blue spot on his jaw. His left eye is scarred across, rendering it blind. But his right eye still works well. He wears a blue sock hat on his head, and a dark warm green robe.
Tint looked up at the elder salamander. "Yes, Uncle Cronaxx?" he asked.
Cronaxx floats down, and grabs his walking stick as he lands. "I just received word from Chief Nightoum that you gave Flaps, the old hot foot, again," said Cronaxx. He looks to his nephew, giving him an annoyed expression. "What have I told you about using your powers like that?"
Tint gave an annoyed look in his eyes, rolled them and said, "That I should use them responsibly, and not for petty bullying." He shrugged his shoulders, giving his uncle the victim's excuse. "Come on Uncle, he called me a hybrid freak that only cares about breaking the rules. Again."
"Oh, I did not realize he said mean things," said Uncle. "Of course, you had no choice but to attempt to burn the chief's son's feet. But don't you think that maybe focusing on offensive magic and your hot temper is why the villagers avoid you? They're scared of your lonesome, rebellious attitude. Maybe if you tried to make friends with them, they wouldn't be so afraid."
Tint was annoyed hearing the word 'friends'. "Who cares?" he asked. "They're scared of doing what I do. What's the point of making friends with salamanders who don't want to fight back against our enemies?" Tint plops on the couch with a hint of anger in his now glowing fists. "Don't they understand how powerful we are?"
Cronaxx sighed in disappointment, "You've still got a lot to learn." He goes over to sit beside him. "It doesn't matter that we're the only amphibians who can wield magic. What matters is what you do with your skills. That's where the responsibility comes in. And it could be useful tomorrow when you take watch outside the cave."
"Wait. What do you mean take watch?" Tint asked.
"Since you gave Flaps the old hot foot," said Cronaxx. "The chief has assigned you to take his place watching the cave entrance until he recovers. Which means, you'll have to miss today's magic lesson."
"What!? No!" Tint complained. "We were supposed to go out and tame wild beasts together."
"Maybe you'll learn that next time not to mess with the chief's son again," said Cronaxx with a smirk.
Tint groaned in disappointment and walked into his side of his cave. Cronaxx sighed, knowing how much he wanted to learn all there is to know about magic. He slowly walks to the kitchen, passing a sketch of a staff, and pours himself some tea. His hand lightly shakes as he brings up the mug to his mouth. He sips his tea, then he quickly puts the mug down. He sighs again, 'I'm not giving up on you Tint. Family never gives up.'
The very next morning, Tint and Cronaxx arrive at the entrance of the cave, seeing the captain of the guard waiting for them. He stands proudly in his gold cloak, with the salamander emblem sewn on the front. "I hope you are ready for guard duty Mr Tormak," he said. Tint was embarrassed and annoyed. But he nodded after his uncle poked him with his walking stick.
Then out of nowhere, a groaning was heard, and a fish hunter comes out screaming his head off. "MONSTER! MONSTER!" He runs back to the captain, out of breath, and on his knees. "Captain... monster... big... twig limbs... face bump... bushy head... groaning...near the lake."
"Get him inside," said the captain. Two guards take the hunter into the cave to get treated. "If this keeps up, we're not going to have fish for days. Tormak, I have to go tend our hunter and find out what he saw. You stand guard, and don't move. If this monster comes, alert us. And whatever you do, don't use magic! Understand!?"
The captain leaves Tint at the entrance with his spear at the ready. But not before he and a couple other guards cast an invisibility spell surrounding the cave. Looking out to where the monster was spotted, gave him some time to think. 'That monster must be close to the water,' he thought.
He hears the groaning getting louder from the water's edge. Eager to learn how to tame a beast, and wondering what kind of creature it is, Tint looked to his spear with intent on finding it. But, he looked back to the cave, remembering what his uncle said to him yesterday. He felt conflicted, but his eagerness to know more about magic got to him the most.
He sets up a pile of rocks. Carefully stacking them up, and making sure they don't fall over, he builds a rocky decoy that looks like him. He gives it his spear, and Tint sets out to the water's edge to find the monster. 'If we could get that monster away from the water, we can get more fish again. '
Tint pushes bushes away, swats through vines, slides down slopes, and reaches the water's edge. There, a small river of water flowed across the forest with fish swimming against the current. Above the waters were small insects that the fish pop up to eat. Tint grew a bit peckish from the hike, so he decided to fish a bit.
As he grabbed one and ate, he heard the monster's groan again. And this time, it was louder and much closer from where he stood. He turns to the rock behind him, and gets ready to jump out.
Instead, he decides to sneak around the rock. There, he finds a creature covered in mud patches, scratches, sticks in its head, a large bite mark on its right leg, torn pants, a polo shirt, and facing down on the ground. He notices the descriptions of the monster the fish hunter pointed out. A bushy head, twiggy limbs, a face bump. It was the monster.
Tint was amazed beyond belief. He had never seen a creature like this before. "Wow, this mighty beast doesn't look so tough." As he steps on the monster's leg, he lets out an agonizing groan. Tint retreated back to the rock. He peaked over to see the bite mark on the leg. It was a painful gash, and Tint couldn't stand to see it.
"What happened to it?" he asked. " It looks like it's sick." He prepares to turn away, leaving the creature to perish. "I don't think he'll be a problem." But then he stops in his tracks and looks back at it. He remembers what Cronaxx told him yesterday. 'What matters is what you do with your skills.' Tint looks down at his hands and looks at the creature.
He sighs in defeat. "All creatures deserve a chance to live. Especially a 'monster' like that." He goes over to the creature's leg and takes out a vile of aloe water. "This is going to sting for a bit. Brace yourself."
Tint takes his hands as they glow a green aura. He pours the water on the leg as disinfectant, causing the creature to hiss. Then, he gently places his hands on the leg of the creature, making it hiss more on the touch.
The magic flowing in Tint's hands went into the bite mark and into the creature's blood stream. The green aura covers the bite mark, then it fades, causing the gash to disappear. Shortly after, the bite was gone, and the monster felt refreshed, and clear of any mud patches.
Tint stared at the creature with no fear as it started to regain its strength. The creature gets on its knees with a steady healthy breathing pace. It turns to see Tint. For a moment, the creature couldn't believe its eyes and screamed. "AHHH!"
Then Tint screams too, "AHHH!"
The two hide from each other behind the rocks, and then Tint got another shock. The creature spoke to him. "Please, don't hurt me! Leave me alone!"
Tint broke from his shocked expression, peaked out from the rock, and spoke back. "Woah. Woah, It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Did you just-?" asked the creature. "Y-You can talk?"
"Of course I can talk," replied Tint. "Why'd you think I healed your leg?"
The creature was surprised. "What?!" A stranger helped him and he didn't even know. He looks down at his leg seeing no bite marks. "Y-You healed me?"
"Of course I did. You had a terrible bite, and you haven't been giving it proper treatment. So, I used a basic healing spell."
The creature was stunned, and confused. He didn't believe that a salamander like him could do magic spells. "Oh ho okay," he said. "You expect me to believe that you healed my leg with magic? That's ridiculous."
Tint took a deep breath and stepped out of hiding. "I'll prove it," he said. He gets in a stance and waves his arms around like a crab. The creature comes out just a crack to get a better look at the salamander's powers. Tint brings his arms closer to his chest to make a small orb of light. The creature was amazed to see he was telling the truth.
"Believe me now?" Tint asked.
The creature, now showing no signs of fear, came out and nodded yes. "That was amazing! You healed my bite?!"
"Yeah," replied Tint. "I don't know what kind of creature bit you, but I can tell you put up quite a struggle."
"You have no idea," said the creature. "It wasn't like anything I've seen before. Then again, this world is nothing like I've ever seen before."
"What do you mean?" Tint asked. "Are you saying you're not from here?"
The creature shook his head. "No I'm not," He stands up announcing to Tint, "I come from another world!" Then he sits back down.
Tint dropped his jaw with wonder and excitement. Never before had he communicated with a strange creature that was not of his world. The young salamander regained his focus and said."Okay creature from another world. Who are you? What are you? And how did you get here?"
The creature looked back at the salamander and said, "My name is Dyllan. Dyllan Loyalitat. And I'm a human being. Who and what are you?"
"I'm Tint Tormak. I'm a fire salamander." He snaps his fingers causing a spark of flames to come form his index finger.
"Okay, Tint," said Dyllan. "Here's what happened..."
Two days ago...
After the bright light blinded him, Dyllan woke up with his face flat in the dirt. He pulls himself out for a gasp of air. He brushes off his tongue, cleaning the dirt off of it. At first he wasn't paying attention, but when he looked up, he realized that he wasn't in the city park with his friends. He was stranded in open marshlands, filled with bugs, trees, swamp water, and mushrooms.
Dyllan went from calm to scared in a matter of seconds. He lets out a big scream and leaps from where he stands. He turns around and finds himself in unfamiliar surroundings. His tongue is still sticking out from brushing off the dirt. He started calling for his friends. "Anne? Thatha? Marthy?"
He lets go of his tongue and starts running through the marshlands. "Sasha! Anne! Marcy!" As he ran, he trips on open roots. Breathing heavily and having no idea where he's going, Dyllan got back up and kept running. "Marcy! Anne! Sasha!" Then, without warning, his hair got caught by low branches. He pulled as hard as he could and broke free, leaving two twigs stuck in his hair. Dyllan was lost, alone, confused, and upset. "Hey! Anyone! HELLO!?"
Present...
"...And so that's my story. I was lost for two days, until I was bit by a large monster with a scar on its right eye. It took my backpack, and I wandered around trying to find help ever since. And then, just when my luck was about to run out, you saved my life."
"Wow," said Tint. "Do you have any idea how you got here?"
"Not exactly," said Dyllan. "I don't know how to get home. Or if I can go home." Then, his stomach growled. "Oh man. Tint, have you got anything to eat around here?"
Tint lifted a rock and replied, "Sure do." Under the rock, bugs were crawling out, making Dyllan feel queasy.
"I'm the kind of creature that doesn't eats bugs," said Dyllan, covering his mouth.
"Hmm, okay," said Tint. "We'll be fishing for a while then." He gets up and offers Dyllan his hand. "Come on, I'll take you to the water's edge. Hope you know how to fish."
Dyllan was nervous at first. He didn't know if he could trust Tint. However, after living in the wild for nearly two days, thirsty and hungry, he realized he had no choice. So he slowly followed Tint's steps and the two walked to the water's edge nearby.
"We'll have to use our hands since I left my spear at the village," said Tint walking in the water.
Dyllan takes off his shoes, not wanting to soak them, and follows Tint in the creek. He watches Tint hunt for fish, and he follows his tactics. He didn't catch any fish, which made him a little frustrated. He goes back on land and sits in defeat. Tint returns with a batch of fish in his hand.
"All good things come to those who are patient," said Tint. "That's what my great great uncle told me." He looks at Dyllan who has a sad and shy look on his face. "What's wrong? You don't eat these kinds of fish?"
"It's not that," said Dyllan. "It's just that...humans cook fish, otherwise they get sick."
Tint nodded in understanding, he didn't want this strange creature to get sick on his watch. He takes one fish, and heats it up in his hands. After a few minutes, he blows on it and gives it to Dyllan. Dyllan sniffed the fish and bit down on the crispy skin. Then, he scarfed down on the fish as Tint cooked another.
Dyllan fell flat on his back, with a satisfied stomach full of food. "Wow Tint, I've never felt this satisfied since I got here. Thank you."
Tint grinned a bit to see Dyllan happy. "You're welcome Dyllan. You know, I'm kinda glad I got into trouble."
"What are you talking about?" Dyllan asked.
"I gave the chief's son the old hot foot because he called me a freak," replied Tint. "You see, I'm not like the other cave salamanders. They can perform magic spells as well, but our chief only wants us to use defensive spells. He wants order in our village and limits our powers to what we can perform. But me, I like to perform offensive spells on my own terms. I don't have many friends, because they don't see the wonders of magic like I do. And today, I was supposed to learn how to tame a wild beast with my uncle, but instead I was assigned guard duty at the main entrance."
Dyllan gave an understanding expression to Tint. "I'm sorry you feel that way Tint. If it makes you feel better, I understand what it's like to feel alone amongst a large crowd."
Before they could say anything else, a large snoring was heard in the distance. Tint and Dyllan were startled. "Okay," said Tint. "I think we should get out of here." Tint prepares to get up and get back to the cave, but Dyllan turns to the sound. "Dyllan, what are you doing?"
"I recognize that sound," said Dyllan.
Tint follows Dyllan with fear on his face and they follow the sound of snoring. They push a couple of bushes to see a giant raccoon sleeping under a tree. The raccoon has giant grayish green fur, a scar on his right eye, and in his paws was a blue backpack.
Dyllan gasped in realization. "That's the monster that bit me," he whispered. "Its has my backpack." He takes a couple steps, only for Tint to stop him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Tint. "What are you doing?"
"I got to get my backpack back," replied Dyllan. "I have important stuff in there."
"That creature is extremely dangerous," said Tint. "Whatever's in your bag can not be that important."
"It is to me!" Dyllan shouted quietly. The human then clamped his mouth shut. The raccoon creature budged a bit, but it didn't wake up.
"Besides, didn't you say you wanted to tame a beast?" Dyllan asked.
"I did," said Tint. "But my uncle warned me not to do this without him."
"Oh come on," said Dyllan. "Honestly, I was excited to see what you could do with your magic." He shook his head.
Tint was shocked at Dyllan's statement. He never thought that a human like Dyllan could be interested in what he could do. He looked back at the sleeping raccoon and thought for a moment. 'So long as that thing is asleep. Maybe I can get it for him.'
Tint then sighed in defeat. "Alright, fine," he whispered. "I'll try to get your bag. But you wait here. You'll make less noise."
Dyllan watches Tint sneaking up to the raccoon. Without making a sound, he makes his way up to the creature's paw. He slowly scratches the raccoon's neck, lifts up the paw, and slides Dyllan's backpack out with his foot. Then he slowly lets go of the paw, stops scratching, and slowly walks back. Dyllan sighs quietly in relief.
But just as Tint walked back, he stepped on a twig making a loud snap. The raccoon wakes up and stares at Tint with Dyllan's backpack. It growls in anger and Tint gets scared trying to smile. "Uh, hi?" he said.
The raccoon roars in Tint's face and he turns to run. "RUN, DYLLAN, RUN!" he shouted as throws Dyllan's backpack to him. Dyllan puts it on his back, then follows Tint alongside him. The two make their way through the marshlands. Tint then jumps on his backpack, believing that Dyllan can run faster than him. But the raccoon catches up and bites down on his backpack. Tint dodges just in time, but the raccoon launches Dyllan in the air and lands on top of his head. The next thing Dyllan did was ride the beast like a rodeo bull.
Tint watched as the two creatures jumped around like wild animals until he realized where they were going. "Oh no." He races off to ahead of them just in time the stone decoy started falling apart from the tremors. He takes his spear and goes to warn the village.
He rushes down the entrance, "Danger! Danger! A giant raccoon is coming!" The village rushed in panic, and went to hide in their shelters. Before the guards could cast a shield spell, Dyllan and the raccoon came bashing down the entrance. They charged through fields of mushrooms, blocked the streams with toppled rocks, and scared away the bugs from the cave.
The raccoon finally throws Dyllan off his back, just as the captain and the guards surround the giant creature. "Hold him down!" ordered the captain. The guards threw rope and tried to pin down the raccoon. But it was no use. The raccoon roared and slashed, stomped and bashed as many salamanders as it could.
Tint raced up to Dyllan, checking for any injuries. "Dyllan, are you alright?" he asked. Dyllan slowly got up off his back and looked to his scratches. He shrugs them off.
"Uh...Yeah," said Dyllan. "I think so." He looks up to the salamanders fighting back against the raccoon. "I'm so sorry Tint. None of this would've happened if I hadn't insisted on getting my backpack back. But that raccoon's been giving me trouble ever since it found me."
Tint looked at the raccoon and got a curious look on his face. "Why was it after your backpack anyway?"
Dyllan thought for a second, "I don't know..." Then he looked inside to a familiar smell. It was his lunch his mother made for him. Inside his lunch is a ham and cheese sandwich with grapes and peanuts. "It all makes sense now," said Dyllan. "It was after my lunch."
"It was hungry." Tint looked at the lunch and then perked up. "Dyllan," he said. "I've got a plan on how to get him out. But I'm gonna need your help."
"What's the plan?" he asked.
"I can grab the beasts attention for only a few seconds. While I get him out of the cave, you take the food and lure him away into the wild."
Dyllan started feeling uneasy again. He was still nervous around the salamander, especially the fact he wasn't used to new people. Now he got scared as soon as he realized that Tint's planning to use him as live bait for the raccoon. He started breathing heavily, losing his ability to move a single muscle.
"Dyllan," said Tint. "I get it, you're scared. I'm scared too. But you've got to trust me."
Dyllan took a deep breath. He saw the salamanders getting hurt, and he didn't want that. As he blinked, his pupils flashed red for a second. "L-Let's do it."
The raccoon continued fighting back against the salamanders. With little energy they have left, they decided to corner it under the stalactites. But Tint whistles their attention. He passes the guards and slowly approaches the raccoon with a balled fist in his hand. The raccoon snarled in anger, until Tint opened up his fist revealing a peanut.
The raccoon sniffed in curiosity, took the peanut with its paw and ate with delight. He places a hand on the raccoon's nose and gave him another peanut. Tint escorts the raccoon out of the cave, finding Dyllan with his lunch. The raccoon snarls seeing the sight of the human, but it doesn't attack. Instead, it sees Dyllan offering him an open lunch bag. The raccoon smells the lunch with delight, knowing that's what he was after. Dyllan slowly lured him away from the cave entrance and back into the wild.
"G-Go ahead," Dyllan said to the raccoon. "T-t-take it. I'm not ...hungry anymore."
The raccoon takes the lunch in its mouth and leaves the two, disappearing in the bushes. Dyllan and Tint smiled at each other. Something Tint hadn't done to anyone else other than his uncle. The two suddenly sighed out of relief and shared a good laugh.
"Looks like I helped you tame a mighty beast after all," said Dyllan.
Tint replied back, "Yeah, I guess you did."
"TINT TORMAK!"
The two turn around to see Cronaxx and the captain of the guard. The both of them were angry, and covered in dirt spots.
"Uh oh."
Back in the village, the community worked tirelessly to clean up the mess the raccoon made. Unfortunately, someone had to be blamed for it's surprised visit. The captain had Tint and Dyllan stand before them, Cronaxx was standing next to the captain. Then, Chief Nightoum approached the two. Some of the salamanders were curious and scared of Dyllan's presence. Never before have they seen a human being. But they kept to themselves and continued cleaning up.
"Which one of you is responsible for this?" asked the chief.
"It was my fault," said Dyllan.
"No, it was my fault," said Tint.
"Okay, It was both of us," said Dyllan. "I wanted to get my backpack, and he was eager to tame a wild beast by himself."
"We're very sorry chief," said Tint.
The chief sighed, "I appreciate your apology. But this is by far the most reckless thing you have ever done."
"But if you hadn't assigned Tint on guard duty," said Dyllan. "I probably wouldn't be here right now. I would still be sick and wounded, or worse. He saved my life."
"Everything happens for a reason," said Cronaxx. "And the way you two worked together to get the raccoon out of the village. I've never seen Tint work so well with someone else other than me. Let alone another salamander."
Dyllan and Tint were surprised with what Cronaxx said. The two don't say a word to back up a denial, but remain skeptical.
"However," said Nightoum. "In light of what transpired here, I have to enforce the appropriate punishment." Tint, Dyllan, and Cronaxx stood anxiously and waited. "Tint, you are suspended from living in the village. Cronaxx, since he is your nephew, and still underage, I ask you to accompany him and this creature he found. But you can continue to trade with us as long as Tint or that creature isn't accompanying you." The chief and the captain walk away to help the villagers, leaving Dyllan, Tint, and Cronaxx alone.
"I really am sorry uncle," Tint said.
Cronaxx placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you are. But you have to accept the punishment like a real wizard. And for disobeying me, no more magic for a week."
Tint nodded and looked at Dyllan. "What about him? He's lost and he needs help. We can't just leave him out in the wild."
"I'll gladly help you guys with whatever you need," said Dyllan. "If I learned anything from my family, it's that we must pledge our loyalty to those who help us, no matter what. Tint saved my life, so I have to return the favor."
Cronaxx smiled and said, "In that case, you can call me Cronaxx." He offers his hand to Dyllan, and he shakes it. He lets go leaving behind a batch of mucus on Darrell's palm, making him slightly queasy. "And since you clearly come from another world. Let me be the first to welcome you to the world of Amphibia!" Dyllan gazed at the glowing mushrooms glowing bright in the cave, and opened his jaw with wonder.
Later that day, the three find a cave on a cliffside not far from the village. The cave was spacious, dry, and out of reach from predators. The three smile and unpack all their stuff. Dyllan rolls out a bed mat for him to sleep in.
"I hope it's comfortable enough," said Cronaxx. "This is all we can provide."
Dyllan smiled and said, "It'll be enough Cronaxx. Thank you."
Cronaxx nodded his head in approval. "Alright you two, lights out. We've got a new day ahead of us tomorrow." He removes his sock hat, blows out his candle and goes to sleep.
Tint looked over to Dyllan and grinned slightly. "You know something," said Tint. "Uncle was always bugging me about making new friends. I just never thought I would meet a strange creature from an uncharted world." He turns around facing the cave wall and goes to sleep. "Night, Dyllan."
Dyllan reflected on what just happened. He didn't think that listening to someone else other than his human friends would make him happy. He thought at first it was scary, but now he felt calm and warmth in his heart. He thinks back to the events that transpired before, then looked in his backpack. He pulls out the photo of him and his human friends. He smiles at the photo and looks out to the sky from the cave entrance. He could see the night sky and the red moon shining over the valley.
"Sasha, Anne, Marcy," whispered Dyllan. He looks back at the photo. "I hope you guys are okay, because I know I am. But no matter what happens, I will find a way to return home. Until then, just sit tight. Because I'm going to be here for a while." Dyllan takes a small rock and writes on the cave wall, 'Dyllan was here.' in case anyone else finds out he was in Amphibia. He blows out the last candle and the human falls fast asleep.