|Re: Ending a Black Heart (RxL)|
Subject: Re: Ending a Black Heart (RxL)
by Aveyondstars on 2009/10/3 19:32:25
thanks to all readers! I really enjoy writing this! Hope you like reading it! here is the next part!
Ren and others
Rhen walked back into the room walking over to her seat, the others had been waiting for her and now began their discussion.
“Is he asleep?” Gretchen asked.
“Yeah, he’s out, I had to tell him a story.” Rhen told them.
“Ok, we came up with an idea, Lars has a high level of jealousy, and so this plan has to do with you, Rhen.” Te’ijal informed her.
“Ok, Rhen you are going to have to find a guy around town and tell him our plan, then you need to get him to follow you around, and invite him to dinner and stuff. Make Lars jealous. Then he will want to be human again, you can try the frog prince thing again, and it might work.” Gretchen said.
“Umm.... ok I’ll try it, anything to get Lars back to normal.” Rhen agreed. Rowan snarled, and erased it as quick as he could not wanting anyone to see it, secretly he didn’t want Lars to be human again, and didn’t want another guy hanging around Rhen either. He wanted Rhen to be his queen someday... someday.
“Fine, you’ll find one in town tomorrow, now get some sleep everyone.” Gretchen said and walked to her own room. And the others returned to theirs.
“Until morning then.” Elini said.
“Yeah, until morning.” And they fell asleep.
In my dreams the story Rhen had told me replayed in my mind, I was wishing, hoping that I would have frog dreams but no luck. The dream ended and a wonderful dream of bouncing up and down with other frogs, than it hit me, other frogs! I should try and meet some; they were sure to be nice!
I woke up and hopped to the kitchen it was morning and the others were already up preparing breakfast.
“Oh! Did you make Lars a wonderful yummy breakfast? Is that orange juice? Is it?” I asked.
“Yep!” Rhen said as she put a plate in front of a tiny slice of waffle on it, and a little tiny cap with some juice in it. I squealed and jumped onto the plate. I looked over at Rowan looking sourly at me and I jumped sideways, away from him.
“Um excuse me, but could someone please remove THAT thing from the prince frog’s presence?” I asked. “He looks like he wants to eat the marvelous frog.” I said, and Rhen asked Rowan to move.
“Oh, this is lovely, just lovely! The prince frog approves, he does.” I commented on the waffle that was smothered in syrup.
Rhen, Gretchen, and everyone except Galahad and Te’ijal left. They sat in chairs next to me, who was on the table eating the lovely waffle. “Oh my, this is good! Good indeed!” I said with my mouth full.
“Well that’s nice...” Galahad replied, looking uncomfortable.
“Do you mind if the prince steps outside to chat?” I asked.
“Uhh...” Te’ijal thought.
“Oh good!” I hopped down and onto the floor. “Will one of you kind people open zee door for zee wonderful frog?” I asked the door was wayyyy up high. Galahad walked over and opened it, and I jumped out.
I hopped over to a bit of swamp, and croaked. “Hello? Is anyone home?” If there was I wanted to meet them. A head appeared. “Yes?” It said.
“Oh wonderful! Oh lovely! Stupendous! Joyous how divine! Might I ask your name?” I said excitedly, the frog was slightly smaller than me and had a pretty green-brown skin.
“Well my name is Croaky like my mother, grand mother, great grand mother, and so on. And who might you be?” She said in a singsong voice.
“Oh I be Lars! What beautiful name you be!” I jumped up. The little frog hopped out of the swamp, followed by more frogs, hundreds of other frogs!
“To be exact, I am Queen Croaky, queen of the frogs... and queen of this swamp.” She said. The other frogs started to bounce up and down. I heard a mummer of all the frogs, and then Queen Croaky asked something. “They want to know if you would lead them in a line dance.”
“A line dance? Oh my! How delightful! Of course I would! Ok frogs of all sorts line up! We need some music!” I told them they all got into lines al together taking up about ten feet of space, width and height.
A group of crickets, frogs, toads, and something called a marsh woggle were on one side, with mini drums and other things. They started playing and the dance began.
“And one, two, three, one, two, three. Grapevine to the right then to the left, hand in front of you and turn.” It went like that for a long time, with me leading it all the way. This was sooooo much fun... lalala.
I tripped on a pebble and fell. “Oww! Ouch! Oh dear my nose! And my cape and crown! What ever shall I do!” I moaned, I had scuffed up my nose and my crown was bent my cape torn. I then left the other frogs dancing and went to explore town.
I stomped by the side of the marsh kicking a little pebble along. I passed by a café and stopped, had I just seen a flash of blue? I walked a few steps backward, there it was again, and it was Rhen’s hair. She was sitting at a table laughing, there was a young warlock sitting across from her.
“What is the lovely Rhen doing with that bit of pond scum?” I muttered to myself, I stomped into the café and over to their table. I then hopped up onto it, and crossed my little frog arms tapping my foot. Rhen looked somewhat shocked, I suppose it was the beat up look I had.
“And who might you be?” I asked squinting my eyes at the warlock.
“What happened to you?” Rhen asked.
“I tripped.” I stuck my nose in the air, closing my eyes and giving a little sniff. Why did they have to ask, it was so embarrassing, the lovely frog prince actually tripping! “Well hurry and answer, the frog prince is waiting, he is.” I said empatiently.
“Oh, um... this is... Kriz...” Rhen said seeming unsure how to pronounce it. I scowled.
“Well he is not wanted, he is not!” I stomped my little foot and hopped onto Rhen’s head “We are going home! Now march!” I told her.
I gave Rhen a lecture on the way home, on how she shouldn’t go and eat with strangers, and how they could slip poison into the food, and how people were just so evil now a day. She smiled the whole time, like this was just what she had wanted to hear, which is odd ‘cause everyone hates lectures.
I sat and waited in the living room while I made Gretchen sew my cape and Rhen make me a new crown. I also wanted a hot bath, but Rhen shouted “no” again so I didn’t get one. Rhen and acted very excited and spoke to the whole group, saying that it was working, what ever that was.
“It worked! It worked! Just think I might really work!” She spun in a circle.
“How can you be happy at a time like this! My crown is broken and my cape is ripped! Oh and my poor nose!” I squealed.
The next day that Kriz guy came over for dinner, and stayed after to play cards with us, and I brilliantly refused to play with him. So I sat watching as he sat close to Rhen, and asked her questions. I sat in a moody position crossing my eyes, and fitting in nasty remarks whenever I could.
“Oh that was a good play Kriz.” Rhen said.
“Well, as you all know the marvelous frog could do better.” I commented. Te’ijal snickered.
“Yeah, we all know that Lars.” Te’ijal tossed her cards in the air and caught them all before they hit the ground.
“Oh! How wonderful! Do it again!” I said in excitement. She flipped them in the air and caught them.
“You like that one?” She asked me and I nodded my head like a hundred times. I smiled and picked me up; she patted me on the head and showed me her cards. I gasped.
“Oh joyous!” I said and whispered something in her ear. “Ok so now we should like rig the game, so no matter what the Kriz guy plays he will always get the stack!” I hopped up and down as she put all the cards in front of her and shuffled them, in the very special way that only her and I knew. That she could give a certain person certain cards.
“Ok humans.” She said as she handed out the cards, making sure that Kriz got the slightly larger stack.
The next day the Kriz made me really mad. I was once again sitting in the living room, watching them speak. That Kriz guy actually hugged Rhen! I gave a short gasped, memories flooding back to me. Memories of me receiving Rhen’s hugs, and rolling down a hill also with Rhen. Having a snowball fight and getting pressed into the snow, also by Rhen.
All those times came back and a tiny frog tear ran down the side of my face, it dropped on to the stool and was fallowed by another. I cried silently, and inside of my brain everything came back to me, all that we had gone through, and then this. Being a frog, and everything swirled in my head all this was overwhelming.
“Lars, are you crying?” Rhen asked. I covered my eyes with my front toes, and sobbed. Human, that’s what I wanted to be, back to normal.
That night I lay in my own bed, the big one; I had to feel like I was normal, so Galahad was now sleeping on the floor. I had fallen to sleep, sprawled out tears running down my face.
Rhen opened the door, and crept in she dodged the sleeping forms of Galahad, Rowan, and pirate John and made her way over to the bed where Lars, the frog, was sleeping. She reached him, and stared. She leaned down and kissed the frog Lars, hopefully the last three days had worked.
Before her eyes, Lars changed, grew and was now human. Happy tears filled her eyes and she covered her mouth with her hand. His face was tear streaked and pale. If you looked at him you would never notice that he had once been a frog. His cloak was dirty, and Rhen thanked Gretchen in her mind that it wasn’t his real one. Lars would have been really mad if it was.
She walked out of the room smiling everything was fine. Everything was fine when Lars was there, everything would always be ok if Lars was there, it always was.