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Vro how tf did I forget to post this gem 😭

Here was the essay it was for in the undercut (the formatting looked better on my chromebook)

Once upon a time, there was a prince who could never find love, so he made a deal with a fairy: “Turn me into a frog until I meet my beloved! Then me and them shall return and marry in my kingdom!” he declared, “I will put him through trails to prove the purenest in his heart!” The fairy was hesitant but concided, but with a price. “If you do not find your love within 5 years, then you shall never find your love, and your kingdom shall fall to ruin.” But even with those conditions, the boy agreed, and then he was never seen again.

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“My ball!” The prince screeched, watching as his round golden locket fell deep into the murky water, the jewelry box that had been holding it sinking into the mud. He crouched at the riverbed, mourning his lost ball, his golden robes dirting themselves in the mud. “My my, what a pretty prince! Why do you cry tears of sadness and sorrow?" A frog croaked, its skin a vibrant shimmering green compared to the other frogs that infested the waters.

“My ball! It’s fallen into the disgusting water!” The prince wailed, not caring to ask why such a colorful frog was doing it in such a grungy stream, nor how said frog could talk. “Ah, was it a carved golden ball? I saw it at the bottom of the water!” The frog exclaimed, and the prince nodded. “Yes! It was the most beautifully carved ball in the kingdom! My mother had given it to me when I was young!” The prince exclaimed, clasping his hands together, “Please, please, please may you get my ball for me? The prince begged.

“I’ll give you gold, and jewels, and the shiniest gems! Just please, may you get my ball for me!” The frog shook their head, raising a webbed hand to stop the prince's pleas. “I have no need for your gold or your jewels. Not even your gems entice me, my dear beauty,” the frog explained. “All I want is your companionship, your food, and to be allowed to lay with you while you rest.” The prince nodded, “Fine, I shall be your companion, eat with you, and let you lay with me while I rest. Just give me my ball, please!” The prince begged. The frog smiled as best as they could before jumping deep into the murky water, its vibrant green skin still visible even as they sank deep into the muddy water.

Soon, the frog resurfaced, hopping onto a lillypad just as vibrant as it and opened its mouth, letting the golden ball roll out it’s mouth. “Your ball, my prince!” They croaked, and the prince yanked them off the water lilies. “Yes, yes! Thank you so much, my hero!” The prince cried, stuffing the gold ball back into its jewlery box. The frog wrapped the lily pad it stood on around itself and jumped onto the prince’s leg. “Come, come! You must fufill your end!”

The prince paused. “Oh yes, I must, but can’t I do it another night? My kingdom is hosting a gala today, and I don’t think a frog is on the list,” the prince warned, leaning down to get closer to the frog’s eyes, his golden locks sinking deeper into the mud. But the frog ignored him and hopped up onto his shoulder. “A normal frog may not be, but I can talk. Trust me, I shall be let in.” it trilled.

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“My son, what have you done today? Your clothes are dirty and damp, and so is your hair!” The king bellowed, inspecting the prince’s clothes. “I have made friends with a frog for tonight.” The prince explained, his face flushing in embarrassment at how foolish his explanation sounded. “A frog?” The king howled, throwing his head back in a laugh as the frog poked its head out from behind the prince’s pocket. “Yes! I am going to accompany the prince to the gala tonight!” the frog peeped. Cuasing the king to pause before quickly nodding, “Y- Yes! Of course! Of course, you can accompany my son!” He quickly corrected. “Both of you clean up now, go go!” The two were quickly swept by maids and servants who gave the prince clean clothes and ran a warm bath, filling a bowl of water for the frog as well.

“I have never seen my father so shocked. Maybe you talking frogs are special.” The prince hummed, placing the frog into the shallow bowl before getting into his own bath, sinking into the warm water. “There are no other talking frogs! Only me and me alone!” The frog bragged, untied their lilypad from their back, and hopped on it to be able to peer over the rim of the bowl at the prince. “Huh, how strange.” The prince hummed as he scrubbed the mud from the river off of his body, his skin returning to its pristine golden tan before he moved to clean the dirt out of his long golden hair.

“Very indeed! The only other talking frog I’ve seen was my father! He always told me I had till my fifth birthday to find my true love.” The frog croaked, “How old are you now?” The prince questioned. “My fifth birthday shall be soon!”

“How joyous! What do you frogs do for your birthday?” The prince leaned closer to the frog, who shrugged, “Nothing truly, a nice woman visits, but other than that not much. The night before I always see this castle throw a huge party! That’s how I know it’s my birthday in the morning.”

“How amazing! When it comes, tell me your birthday, and I’ll celebrate it with you!” The prince offered, and the frog smiled. “I would enjoy that plenty.”

Soon, the prince and the frog left their baths, the prince getting redressed into the most dazzling and folowing golden robes and jewlery. The locket the frog had saved was being put on full display on a necklace over his chest before the prince topped the outfit off with a crown. “Do I look good, frog?” He asked as he did a small spin while analysing himself in the mirror. The frog croaked before leaping onto his shoulder, a splash of vibrant green against the prince’s gold and browns. “Perfect! Why get all dressed up, may I ask?”

“Oh, right, today is my 18th birthday! We are throwing a huge ball just like we do every year!” The prince announced, before pausing, “Maybe I can convince my father to make you our guest of honor! You did save my family's precious locket!” The frog trilled, “I did? What was that locket so special? Other than it being gold?” Causing the prince to laugh

“Gold is not special here! In Apaerus, gold is our most prominent metal; we have practically an infinite amount of it here! That’s why we all dress in gold! But that locket is special; it has been in my family longer than my kingdom itself.” The prince explained before his voice switched to a more somber tone. “It was my mother’s before me. One of the last things I have to remember her by. There is no way I’d celebrate my 18th without it. You’ve saved my birthday!” The prince ended it with a smile, rubbing his finger along the frog’s head in a petting motion. The frog let out a trill before a maid came knocking.

“Prince! You’re party is starting!” She called, poking her head in through the door, “Oh, yes yes! Come, frog, we must go!” The prince announced before running out of his corridors, into the ballroom, and reaching the throne next to his father.

“No one has arrived yet, Papa! I’m early this year!” The prince cheered, paying no mind as the frog jumped off his shoulder and onto the armrest of his throne. The king simply hummed, “I sent the maids to get you the second I saw the carriages start to arrive,” he explained before guests burst in through the doors. The younger guests crowd around the prince as the elders and servants try to herd them to their seats in a quick flurry the party was about to start. “This is how your parties are?” The frog peeped into the prince’s ear. “No, no, there’s a speech my father must do before the real party and feast starts! Just wait, frog, you will enjoy your first royal ball.”

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Soon the real party started. The frog watched as the partygoers danced and ate. The prince was one of the ones they watched as he twirled in his gold like a sparkling star in a crowded night sky. The frog watched from atop the palmette of the prince’s throne. Before the prince rushed off from the crowd and back to them. “Frog, let’s go eat! The ham has just arrived!” The prince cheered, grabbing the frog of the top of his throne into his hands. “Do you like ham?” “I mostly eat flies, but I’m very willing to try whatever you like, star!”

The prince cooed before rushing to the dining table, a circulation of guests leaving and sitting down at the table, maids dropped off a plate of hams and vegetables and fruits. “Here, here, try one, frog!” The prince pushes, bringing a small cut of ham to the frog’s mouth, who quickly accepts it.

“It is very good, my lovely prince!” The frog trilled, causing the prince to laugh. It didn’t take long for the frog and prince to split the plate for the rest of the party.

After a long afternoon turned night, the prince and the frog shared dances and foods before leading them onto the balcony, lanterns and fireworks shooting into the night sky. “My prince, you’ll never know what I just realized.” The frog gasped, its beautiful black eyes staring up at the lit-up sky. “What have you realized?” “Tomorrow I will turn 5!”

The prince cheered, “How joyous! If only I’d known earlier, then I’d make my father throw another party for yours, but I doubt we can do it on such short notice.” “It’s okay, little gold! Being with you today will make my birthday the happiest tomorrow!” “Aw! Being with you today has also given me the happiest birthday in years!” The prince and the frog shared a smile before the frog spoke again, “We’ll both be adults tomorrow .how fun is that?” “Huh? Aren’t you turning 5? That’s a child’s age.”

“5 in human years is 18 for a frog! Tomorrow, we will both be adults!” The frog explained, and the prince let out a laugh before yawning. “I guess we should go to sleep now, shouldn’t we?” The frog croaked and nodded, letting the prince carry it back to his room. The maids had made a small bed of cotton and leaves, but the prince ignored it, instead putting the frog onto his pillow. “I will be changed shortly, little frog! And and promise that next year, we’ll celebrate your birthday with a big ball together on the right date!” The frog trilled, sinking into the soft plush of the pillow as the prince shed his golden robes and changed into soft brown silks, gold still embroidering the sleeves and hems. “You alway’s look so dazzling, even while you sleep, huh?” The frog noted as the prince joined him in bed. “And you stand out, no matter where I set you down. How beautiful we both are.” The prince hummed to the frog as he joined next to them in bed. They both fell asleep quickly after a day of fun and unexpected companionship.

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When the prince woke up, he was in bed with a man of his own age. The prince jolted back, almost falling out of his bed. The man blinked his eyes a few times, they were dark and beaty, his hair black with neon green bits poking through it. “My prince, what’s wrong?” The man asked, and the prince jumped again in realization. “Frog?! You’re human now!” He exclaimed, and the frog-now-man lifted up their arm like it was the heaviest thing and brought it to their now human face. “I.. I have!” The once-a-frog exclaimed. After a few minutes of struggling, the once-a-frog managed to sit up with the prince’s help. “Here, here, put this on!” The prince ordered, wrapping one of his looser robes around the once-a-frog’s shoulders.”I’m getting the hang of this human body thing!” The once-a-frog announced as they flexed their arms. “Sure you are.. You haven’t even tried walking.” The princed hummed, grabbing the once-a-frog’s hands and pulling them out his bed, the once-a-frog fumbled around, barely able to keep balance as they held onto the prince like their life depended on it. “This is much different than being on a shoulder!” They laughed as the prince helped them upright.

“Come, come, I wonder what made you human. We must ask my father.” “I wonder too. But at least now I can see your beautiful face in more detail.” The prince flushed at the once-a-frog’s words. “No need to ask a king; I know the answers you seek.” A sudden voice came from behind them, and the prince and the once-a-frog snapped around. “You little frog are in line for a throne!” A woman dressed in all dark blue robes, with sky blue skin announced, Chalkhill wings. “You’re father was a prince who I turned into a frog so he could find his true love. He gave me three rules for when to turn him back, when he or his offspring found someone who did all three tasks, their true love. Companionship, food, and a place to rest. This prince has given you all three of these things. He has broken the spell.” She explained, the prince now cradling the frog-prince to his chest after his legs gave out. “So I am a prince now?” “That explains how you talked.” The prince noted with a laugh.

“Yes, yes, you’re kingdom is falling into disarray, waiting for their royal heir to return. But for you’re birthday, I guess it can be allowed for you to spend it with the prince.” The fairy added. “Is this the last time you visit me, Miss?” The frog-prince asked, and the fairy shook her head. “No, I’ll still come every birthday just live I have every year.” She hummed, before turning and leaving.

“How curious. But, still, how would you like to spend your birthday, dear frog?” The prince asked, helping the frog-prince once again stand solidly on their own feet. “Hm. Doing anything with you would satisfy me, dear prince!” The frog-prince hummed, using their newfound arms to wrap the prince in a hug.

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Two years later 𓆏

“My Anura! Where are you taking me?” The prince giggled, letting the frog-prince blindly guide him through the spring march. “It as been almost 2 years since we’ve met. And this is the river we met at!” The frog-prince announced as it took their hand’s off the prince’s eyes. “Ah, yes. I still take walks around here often, just no longer with Apaerus’ royal ball anymore.” The prince hummed, looking around the still muddy river bed.

“Yes, the place we met because of your clumsiness, and because of that I have never been happier.” “We, have never been happier.”

The frog-princed hummed their arm’s wrapped around his waist, “Sadly I must return to my kingdom soon. But I must ask.. What if this became my kingdom as well, and mine becomes yours?” They asked, and the prince paused. “What are you asking?”

“My beautful prince, I’m asking if you’ll marry me.”

The two stood at the river, frogs and bugs croaking and clicking around them. “Oh you already know my answer now.” The prince laughed before wrapping his arms the frog-prince and pulling them into a kiss as the sun set overhead.

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