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A Poisoned Heart - Chapter 3

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Several hours later...

Never in her life did Anne think she'd feel tired after doing nothing other than sit on a chair all day. Yet that was exactly how she was feeling right now, as Marcy pushed her wheelchair through the Newtopia Castle's seemingly endless hallways, the Plantars right beside them. In her defense, she was far from the only one who felt that way, as proven by the loud yawn that escaped Sprig's mouth.

Even if Anne was tired for a completely different reason.

"So much for us having a normal day, huh?" She began, hoping to stave off those feelings and hide them from her companions.

"Tell me about it!" Sprig replied, his voice laced with exhaustion. "I mean, what are the odds of us walking straight into a parade?"

Ah yes, that. Long story short, Anne & co stumbled on a parade honoring a long deceased axolotl named Igor the Brave, and the usual shenanigans ensued. What began as a misunderstanding almost escalated into a full blown riot, after Sprig accidentally destroyed a paper dragon that represented the amphibian in question. Despite everything, however, the affair did give Anne a welcome respite from the whole 'Marcy is awesome' routine that began almost immediately after they left the castle.

And then the ravenette single-handedly fixed the parade goers' dragon with some weird concoction she came up with on the fly, because of course she did. Well, at least the beetle burgers they had afterwards were tasty, so there was that.

"We're here," Marcy's voice snapped Anne out of her thoughts, and the Thai realized she was now in front of a door. "I'll ask again, are you sure you want to move to your bedroom already?" Marcy continued, looking at her bestie with a worried expression. "It'd be easier for me, uh, us to check in on you if you stayed in your hospital room, at least for a few more days."

"I get what you mean, Marbles," Anne countered her friend's gaze with a smile only slightly forced. "But I can't wait to sleep in a real bed again."

Marcy smiled back, a tired and defeated thing, while Hop Pop opened the door. It gave way with a low creak, giving Anne the chance to look into her new bedroom, the one place where she wouldn't need to hide her feelings, for the first time.

She loved it. Between the bed (which was an actual bed, not just some mattress on the floor of a basement like in the Plantar home at first), a shelf where she could put her belongings (and already had most of them), and the fact the room wasn't small enough to feel cramped also but not big enough to feel empty, Anne didn't know which detail she liked the most. There was even a closet too, one big enough to store more than clothes.

"Lady Olivia helped us pick the room," Hop Pop explained. "Somethin' about not overwhelming ya."

"I still think we should've picked the one with the big gold chandelier." Polly quipped.

"It's perfect," Anne replied, voice laced with wonder. "It actually reminds me of..." Her voice trailed off as her mind wandered to better times, but the Thai shook those memories of home out of her head before they overwhelmed her. "I mean, I love it."

"Glad to hear it." Hop Pop smiled, and if he had something on his mind, he didn't say it.

The exchange, however brief it was, was more than enough to Marcy's insides into a knot yet again, for she knew exactly what Anne was about to say. She was right, too: the bedroom was eerily similar to Anne's own room back in Earth, the place where she, Sasha and Marcy had so many sleepovers together.

Pull yourself together, girl. Marcy reminded herself. She had other things to do at the moment, like pushing Anne's wheelchair until she was close enough to the bed.

Alas, Anne had a plan of her own. "Hang on," she spoke before Marcy could push her any closer to her bed. "I wanna try something. Can someone get that crutch over there for me?" The Thai asked, pointing to the object in question, which was leaning on a wall. Sprig retrieved it, and soon enough Anne was gripping the crutch tightly with her left hand.

"Alright..." She took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." Summoning all the strength she could muster, Anne got up at an Earth snail's pace, putting her weight on her right leg before shifting some of it to her crutch. Consciously or not, no one else dared to make a sound, as if even something as basic as too loud a breath could ruin everything.

"You did it," Sprig finally spoke up, his eyes glistening with tears. "You did it!"

"I did?" Even Anne had a hard time believing she was standing up. "Heck yeah, I did it!" She raised her right arm in triumph, but the sudden movement disrupted her balance. She wobbled a bit, a startled "whoa!" escaping her lips.

"Careful!" Marcy exclaimed while she, Sprig and Hop Pop moved in to intercept what looked like an imminent fall, but Anne recovered her footing before that could happen.

"Phew..." She let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, guys." Her gaze shifted from her friends to her future bed, and she took another deep breath. "And now..." Steeling her resolve and muscles, Anne took a step with her good leg. She followed it up by moving her crutch, which made a barely audible thud upon making contact with the stone floor.

Rinse and repeat for what felt like an eternity, every step closely followed by her companions, until Anne was practically next to the bed. She was so close she could almost hear it calling to her, and so the Thai allowed herself to fall.

"Aaah..." Anne tried, and failed, to hide her delight after her body made contact with the fabrics of the mattress, blanket and pillow. She felt like she was on top of a cloud right now, like she could just...

"Um, hello?" A familiar voice snapped Anne out of her reverie, and her heart almost jumped inside her chest after her eyes registered Marcy looming above her. The Plantars were still there, but their diminutive stature meant most of Anne's attention was directed to her fellow human.

"... Sorry, I almost forgot about you guys." Anne's tone was sheepish, and a part of her wanted to sink into the bed until she was invisible.

"It's okay." Marcy gave a reassuring smile, one so sweet she almost didn't look like someone who was hiding a terrible secret. "Do you need anything?" She asked again, trying her hardest to maintain eye contact with her bestie.

"Well, I'm planning to go to sleep right now, so..." Anne snapped her fingers, her eyes widening as she remembered something very important. "Actually, I do! Did any of you guys bring my journal?"

"Ah," Hop Pop perked up at the question. "So you do have one of those things!"

"Well, it's not like Marcy's." Anne shrugged, but the simple act of thinking about that journal left an ugly taste in her mouth. "It's more of a diary, anyway."

"Does it look like a purple notebook?" Sprig asked.

"Yeah, that's the one!" Anne replied excitedly before she considered the implications of her friend's question. "Wait, you didn't read it, did you?"

"What? Of course not!" Sprig bristled, but his angry facade was quickly supplanted by a far more awkward expression. "I was tempted though, and I thought it had..." Realizing he was about to go on a tangent, he shook his head to stop that train of thought, hopped towards the closet and opened one of its drawers.

After a few moments of turning some objects over and tossing others out of the drawer (good thing Lady Olivia wasn't there to see that!), Sprig finally found what he was looking for, and held the purple journal above his head with a triumphant "aha!".

"Thanks dude," Anne spoke once Sprig handed her her journal, along with a pen. "And, um, sorry for doubting you." She finished, her previous apprehension replaced by shame.

"Eh, no problem," Sprig just smiled back. "I did say I was tempted, right?"

"Now, I'm really not one to talk about this," Marcy joined the conversation unexpectedly. "But Anne, don't spend too much time writing on that journal, okay? You need every hour of sleep for your leg to heal properly."

"Don't worry about it, Mar-Mar." Despite everything the Thai knew about her friend now, she could see her concern was genuine. Thus, she had no trouble smiling at her. "I won't be up for long, I'm pretty tired already."

"Right. One last thing, you remember where the bathroom is, don't you? And how to call us if you need any help?"

"Marcy..." It took Anne all she had not to groan.

"Sorry," Marcy could do little except laugh awkwardly at her newfound protectiveness. "Good night, Anna-Banana."

"Good night, Marbles," Anne replied, then turned her attention to the Plantars. "And good night to you guys too. I can't wait to see you all again tomorrow."

The three frogs all replied in their own way, and soon enough they and Marcy were at the door. Sprig was the last one to leave, closing the door behind him after looking at Anne one last time, waving a final goodbye before closing the door.

Anne was finally alone, and the realization of that was all it took for her to collapse on her bed. No longer encumbered by the need to hide her feelings, she let out a long, utterly exhausted sigh. Why, just why was she feeling this way? Sure, Marcy got her stuck here, but it was clear she regretted it. And yeah, the Plantars fawning over the nerdette every five minutes was more than a little annoying, but could she blame them for it? She was freaking awesome!

Why couldn't Anne just be happy for them?

Oh well. At least she had a journal to confide her feelings to, instead of having to bottle it all up. Now, how could she best put her feelings about everything that happened in the last few days into words?

Welp, Anne shrugged to herself, I might as well start from the beginning.

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Turns out Marcy wasn't the only one who could get into the Zone.

Anne's writing was lethargic at first, since the Thai girl faced two arduous tasks from the moment her pen made contact with the journal's paper: not only did she need to put the maelstrom of thoughts within her head in order, which turned out to be pretty dang difficult, but she also had to remember the chain of events that led to her current situation. This meant Anne had to recall her initial joy at seeing Marcy, the foray into the barbariants' nest and, finally, the moment her life was turned upside down.

It made the deluge that came after Anne wrote her first couple of paragraphs all the more astonishing. Like an old assembly line roaring back to life after years of disuse, Anne's body gained a will of its own, and she found herself unable to stop her hands from scribbling line after line after line. Her brain was just as feverish as her body, minor details she overlooked or forgot during the last few days suddenly materializing in front of her eyes, as if she had visited the various places she saw mere hours ago.

Anne's urge to write about her experiences was akin to a hunger, one that, paradoxically, deepened the more she tried to satisfy it. Writing alone was no longer enough to satisfy her mind's desperate need to rid itself of all the information within it, so she tried her luck at drawing some of the things she saw - she was nowhere near as good an artist as Marcy, of course, but she knew a thing or two about drawing.

Her experience in this front was not too different from writing: small, timid sketches at first, followed by increasingly complex depictions of what she saw, memories pouring from the recesses of her mind like water from a fountain. What started as a few smiley and frowny faces here and there escalated into fully blown miniatures of the murals Andrias showed her yesterday.

And then, as suddenly as it began, Anne's energy ran out. The toll of her body's exertion hit the Thai like a ton of bricks, and she, now aching all over, slumped forward, gasping for air. She feared she was about to black out, her vision blurry as her mind hurriedly snapped back to reality.

"Ugh..." Anne groaned and a hand on her head, feeling what seemed to be the early stages of a headache. She could barely hear her own voice, since it was drowned out by the sound of her heart desperately pumping blood to her weary, sore arms.

It took a few seconds (or minutes, she couldn't tell), but her body eventually calmed down. Even then, it still took a few blinks for reality to set in for good: Anne wasn't sitting on the palm of a giant newt, surrounded by murals that stretched for as far as she could see, but in the bedroom Marcy and the Plantars left her in.

"Holy crud..." She thought aloud. "What was that?" She looked down, towards the journal that was now sitting on her lap, and picked it up.

Anne's mouth opened so wide a part of her was afraid her jaw would fall off. She wanted to write only a couple of pages or so and then go to sleep, yet she had written far, far, far more than that. And there were so many drawings, too!

"So much for me not spending too much time writing..." Anne thought aloud once more as she remembered Marcy's warning. "Speaking of, what time is it?" She picked up her phone, wondering if she had come close to pulling an all-nighter or...

Wait.

What?!

"IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN AN HOUR?!"

What the heck is this?! Since when did Anne write an essay's worth of words, plus all the drawings, in less than an hour?! That sort of stuff was Marcy's department, not hers! Also, how on Earth could she dissociate from the real world this much? Did she seriously need to get those words off her chest that badly? Good Lord, if every future entry is like this, she'll need to-

*knock knock*

...

Oh great. Of course her yell woke someone up. Who could it be on the other side of that door? Were they worried? Did they think she needed help? What was she supposed to say? 'Oh sorry for the ruckus, I was just-'

*knock knock*

... Welp, here goes nothing.

"Come in," Anne says, dreading the possibility of seeing Marcy or, worse still, Sprig rushing into the bedroom, fearing the worst.

The knob turns ever so slowly, as if the person on the other side was scared of making too much noise. The door opens with a creak... but no one walks through it. Huh?

"I said come in," Anne repeated, her dread giving way to confusion.

"I'd love to, kiddo, but I don't think I can fit through the door."

Anne's heart skipped a beat, and a gasp escaped her lips - she knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

"King Andrias!" She called his name with joy, and how could she not since he was the one person she could be completely honest with? "Hang on, just give me a minute!" She continued excitedly, reaching for her crutch and starting the long trek to the bedroom's door. Her efforts were rewarded with the now familiar sight of a gigantic blue newt waiting for her, an appropriately large smile adorning his bearded face.

"I see you don't need a wheelchair anymore," the elderly monarch began. "I have to admit, I'm surprised. I thought you'd need at least a few more days." His smile made it clear this surprise was a very welcome one.

"I'm still a bit wobbly, to be honest," Anne replied. "But man does it feels great to walk again."

"I can imagine." Andrias' expression changed from a happy to an inquisitive one. "So, what was your first day out in the city like? Did you see anything?"

"Oh." Anne felt her heart sink the moment she was reminded of what she went through hours earlier. "We stuck to the streets for the now, mingled with the locals and all that. It was... great."

Andrias didn't buy it, of course. He didn't reply right away, but instead looked pensive for a few seconds. "Great for whom?" He asked with a tone halfway between worried and protective.

"Hey, don't get me wrong now!" Anne replied with an alarmed voice, raising her free hand to emphasize her point. "I did enjoy it, just... not as much as I thought I would."

Andrias' expression softened, to his little listener's immense relief - the last thing she wanted was for him to get angry at someone who didn't deserve it. "What happened?"

"I want to talk about it, I really do, but..." Anne felt her throat tighten before she could finish. "Dang it, why is this so complicated?" She complained, mostly to herself. Her eyes darted to the floor, as if compelled to do so by the weight of her nervousness and gravity itself.

"Do you want us to go somewhere else?" Andrias intervened. "I know a place that's just perfect for you to calm your nerves."

"Are you serious?!" The girl's head snapped upward, her eyes now sparkling with curiosity. "What are we waiting for, let's go!"

Once again, much like when he first met her, Andrias felt his chest warm up upon seeing Anne's smile. It was quite odd, to be honest, how protective he was becoming of the little human, to the point he had to be reminded by the Core of what his true mission was.

He lowered his hand for Anne to climb on, and felt how much stronger she was compared to yesterday when she did. After that, Andrias raised his hand until she was level with his eyes, the gaze emanating from them asking a question he did not need to voice.

"I'm all set, big guy!" Anne answered eagerly. "Let's go!"

Andrias let out a giggle, and although it still rattled Anne to her bones, she found the sensation far less overwhelming than before - indeed, she actually felt her muscles relax, as if her body unconsciously knew she was safe. The king began to walk towards who knows where, and Anne didnt feel an ounce of unease: all she could think about was what he had in store for her tonight.

"Hey dude," she spoke up after Andrias turned a corner and entered a hallway better lit than the others before it. "Do you think I could-"

"Shhh!" The giant monarch interrupted her by putting a finger to his lips. He then pointed that same finger downward, and Anne saw none other than Lady Olivia slumped against an armchair, snoring lightly. One of her hands was holding a book, the other an incredibly suspicious-looking glass bottle.

"... That's not juice, is it?" Anne whispered, and Andrias responded by shaking his head. Truly, no words were necessary.

After tiptoeing his way past the sleeping aristocrat, Andrias entered a room that looked like a very spacious wine cellar. There was a wooden hatch on the floor, and after the dust cloud created by Andrias' opening of it subsided, Anne saw the beginning of a long, dark stairway.

What ancient secret did the king want to reveal this time? Also, couldn't he go down these stairs any faster? This place was creepy...

"So, um, as I was about to ask you," Anne spoke up, hoping to break the eerie monotony of Andrias' footsteps echoing through the darkness. "Do you think I could travel on your shoulder sometime, instead of on your hand? I think that'd be pretty cool."

"Hahahahaha!" Andrias gave a hearty laugh, which was exactly what Anne needed to keep her unease at bay. "You are right, my dear, it would be 'very cool'. We should save it for when you're out of that cast, though - best not to take any risks."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

The stairway finally came to an end, but that didn't mean an end to the ominous ambience, to Anne's dismay. She and Andrias were now in a hallway whose walls were lined up with mirrors of many sizes, which reflected the light from her phone's flashlight in all sorts of unnerving ways.

"Ooookay, what's with all the mirrors?" She couldn't not ask.

"They keep the shadowfish at bay." Came the explanation.

"Shadow what now?"

"Shadowfish," Andrias' tone was calm and didactic. "The creatures you saw yesterday. They can phase through walls and floors with no problem, but as soon as they see a mirror..." He made a 'poof' gesture with his free hand before continuing. "They're powerless. Our scientists learned much from studying them, back in the old days." He finished with a proud smile.

Ah yes, the old days. The golden age Amphibia lived under before the Music Box was stolen, and which Anne had promised to help Andrias restore. The fiery resolve she felt when she made that promise was long dead now, drowned by the steady, painful realization that fulfilling it was a task well beyond her competence. No, this was a job for that adorable, klutzy, brilliant, almost infuriatingly perfect ball of sunshine named Marcy Regina Wu.

Not someone like her.

"Hey," Andrias noticed the change in the Thai's mood almost immediately. "Everything okay there, kiddo?"

No answer.

He frowned. "Don't worry." He tried to reassure the little human, who now looked like a withered flower on his enormous palm. "We're almost there."

Once again, no response. She was so excited a few minutes ago, what was going on? Andrias had no idea, and that distressed him to an unreasonable degree. Or maybe it wasn't that unreasonable, given the stakes involved. Not that it made his master any less annoyed - he was always too emotional for their taste.

An old, wooden door covered in boards, chains and huge red letters stopped the giant king in his tracks. The change in momentum stirred Anne out of her stupor, and she finally spoke.

"What does that say?" She asked with a voice that sounded far too weary for Andrias' liking. It was better than nothing, at least.

"It should be fairly obvious." He explained, his neutral, teacherly expression giving way to a grin that could only be described as smugness given a physical form. "Doesn't apply to me, though." He finished with a mischievous giggle.

Anne smiled back in a way that made Andrias' insides - those the Core didn't replace with cybernetics long ago, at least - roil with anguish. This was not the reaction he wanted, not at all. Well, maybe seeing what was on the other side of the door would change the girl's mood. The door gave way with a creak as he pulled it open, revealing...

"WHAT THE HECK, DUDE?!" Anne yelled once her eyes fully registered the sight in front of her: a flooded room full of floating coffins. "Dark hallways and ominous secret passages are one thing, but what is this even supposed to be?! Some creepy crypt?"

"Hm, more or less." Andrias answered awkwardly. Beneath that façade, however, he was breathing a sigh of relief at seeing Anne not looking so... lost, anymore.

He waded his way through the crypt, the muddy water reaching up to his ankles in some spots. Said water began to glow purple, and Anne gasped in a mix of fear and amazement as she saw shadowfish of all shapes and sizes emerging from it, their ghostly, floating bodies emanating an eerie light. The ghostly animals watched the human and giant amphibian intently, but otherwise kept their distance from the pair.

Another hallway full of mirrors came up, and Anne let out a sigh of relief upon exiting the crypt. She barely had time to recover from that experience before Andrias turned a corner and entered a place so radically different from the one she just visited it took a few seconds for her to realize she wasn't dreaming.

She and Andrias were in a garden that stretched as far as her eyes could see. A huge, underground garden full of plants that didn't need any sunlight to grow.

Andrias took a few steps, each stride covering a vast distance thanks to his size, before sitting down.

"This is it," the king began, beaming with pride and an all too familiar hint of sadness. "The place I go to whenever I need some time for myself. Wonderful, isn't it?"

Once again, just like when Andrias showed her those murals, Anne was speechless. The more her eyes scanned her new surroundings, the more she recognized the word 'wonderful' didn't cut it. It didn't matter where her vision landed, there was always some plant for her to admire, each more beautiful than the last. Some weren't that different from those she'd see back home, with easily distinguishable leaves and branches. Others had a variety of strange, unquestionably alien shapes: some were slender, others bulbous, and some didn't look like plants at all.

And then there were the flowers, which took on a multitude of colors, from recognizable ones like red, yellow and purple to others she didn't know. Some emmitted a dim, low glow, not unlike lampshades in a bedroom.

Even the air itself felt like something out of a dream. It carried a variety of scents Anne had never smelled before, and every breath she took elicited some new reaction from her nose. It was also cold and humid, albeit not excessively so: the Thai was sure she could sleep here, as long as she had a pillow and a blanket.

This garden, full of plants that didn't need sunlight to survive, didn't feel like a part of the real world at all. The word 'wonderful' didn't even begin to describe it.

No, this place was a piece of paradise that somehow found itself in the wrong plane of existence.

Marcy would love it.

Marcy...

There was a time when thinking of the nerdette filled Anne's mind with many years' worth of pleasant memories, from sleepovers to drinking boba until they got sick, playing C&C campaigns Marcy spent all day planning (even if Anne herself wasn't really into that) to saving her from her own clumsiness. Now though, just thinking of her name made Anne's chest ache, like a set of poisonous thorns digging into her heart.

It made her tongue taste a trace of bile, and her eyes well up with tears desperate to be shed.

It stoked a fire within her, wild and furious and eager to-

"So, kiddo, what do you think?" Andrias' voice snapped the Thai out of her thoughts. "Makes you feel like you're dreaming, doesn't it?"

Anne craned her head up in response, and felt an overwhelming urge to scream once she saw how he was looking at her. Here was the mightiest amphibian in the world, looking at a messy-haired girl one tenth of his size with expectant eyes and a fatherly smile.

She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve the trust he was placing upon her.

"Yeah," Anne wiped her eyes and forced down a sob before it escaped her throat. "It's great."

"Anne..." Andrias spoke up again, and hearing him say her name instead of a more distant word like 'kiddo' made her shiver for some reason. "Look, I won't pretend I know what's going on, but if you have anything to say..." He trailed off, giving his listener a chance to put two and two together.

"It's nothing," Anne looked at Andrias again, and how dare he look so worried for her. "I'm fine."

"We both know you're not." The king replied with a tone that made it clear he wasn't having any of it. He let a moment of silence go by before continuing, his features softening. "Before I brought you here, you told me you didn't enjoy your day as much as you thought you would. Why?"

Anne wanted to do nothing more than explode right then and there, to tell Andrias to save his concern to someone who actually mattered. He deserved better than that, of course, so she didn't act on those feelings. Still, she had to tell him the truth. After everything he entrusted her with, despite knowing her for less than a day, he deserved nothing less.

She took a deep breath to steel herself, and balled her hands into fists in the hopes of getting a semblance of a grip on her tumultuous emotions. Here goes nothing.

"Look, dude," Anne began, using every bit of her strength to keep it together. "You don't really think I can help you, do you? Be honest."

"What kind of question is that?" Andrias replied as if the girl had said something preposterous instead of a simple truth. "I'm sure you can-"

"WILL YOU DROP THE ACT ALREADY?!" Anne roared so suddenly Andrias backed away a little. "You don't need to sugarcoat things for me, I know I can't do it! And I know you know it too!" She pointed a finger at him accusingly.

No audible response came from the giant king, whose face remained frozen in an expression of utter disbelief. For Anne, the lack of a counterpoint was a sign for her to continue.

"You don't need me!" She shouted again, her voice straining. "Why would you, when Marcy's right here?! She's already got a whole freaking list of all the super awesome things she's done, and she can't walk five feet without someone thanking her for them!" Her vocal chords were already at their limit, but she didn't stop - she couldn't. "Even the Plantars can't spend five minutes without kissing the ground she walks on! And what about me?!"

Anne, finally out of energy for the time being, collapsed on Andrias' palm like a house of cards. The myriad of sensors and computers within the king's body were working overtime to make sense of what he just heard, and the more he processed that information, the more horrified he became. He knew Anne was in a bad spot the moment he laid eyes on her, but this was completely beyond what he expected.

And then he heard a whimper.

"What about me?"

He felt something wet on his palm.

Anne was crying.

...

That does it - enough was enough.

"Anne," Andrias spoke as calmly as he could, not wanting the girl to know of his own emotional state. "Please-"

"Don't!" The Thai quickly cut him off, her fire from before reignited, even as tears fell from her eyes. "I can barely do ANYTHING right! Do you have any idea how trouble I caused back in Wartwood?! How long it took the for people there to accept me?!" Anne's lungs were desperate for air, but that was nothing compared to the weight of the words still lodged in her throat. "I can barely hold a sword! I can't even get these stupid leaves out of my STUPID hair!"

"Then how are you still alive?!" Andrias finally found his voice, and it came out like a thunderclap at point blank range.

Anne fell on her backside, her self-directed anger completely gone. Her tears stopped falling, and she stared at the king with wide, terrified eyes, akin to a deer in the headlights. Her instincts were yelling at her to run away, consequences be damned, but her body didn't budge. All she could think about was how the king's voice shook the very air around her, and how completely vulnerable she was right now. She was a broken girl lost in the darkness once again, alone with a stranger who could crush her the moment he felt like it.

"How, Anne?! How?!" Andrias pressed on, and the more Anne stared at him the more she realized what was going on. The king wasn't angry or about to hurt her, not at all. She looked into his eyes and saw only sadness, anguish even.

All for her.

"If you're really as weak and stupid as you say you are, how did you make it here?" The questions continued, each hammering Andrias' point further and further. "How did you hold out against those cannibals, monsters and everything else you told me about? How did you survive for a whole month in the wilderness, all by yourself?"

The king at last stopped, and the silence that settled into the garden afterward was beyond deafening. The sound of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, they all paled in comparison to Andrias' words echoing over and over inside Anne's head.

She had no answer to them.

"I... I..." She tried to come up with something, anything, to say. "I-I thought-- I didn't... I... I never..."

Anne's world suddenly shifted upwards, and before long she was right next to Andrias' face. At this distance she could see the true extent of the giant newt's inner turmoil: how his eyes were laden with tears ready to be shed, the sweat dripping from his forehead, how tightly his jaw muscles were clenched.

Andrias needed a hug just as badly as she did right now, so Anne acted accordingly. She wrapped her arms around his right cheek as best as she could, and felt him lean into her touch as gently as he could. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she felt Andrias' welcoming warmth seep into her body, but she squeezed them shut. She couldn't ruin this moment.

Anne lost track of how long the cuddle session lasted, but she felt like a completely different person after it ended. A huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders, which relaxed accordingly, and her determination to fulfill her promise was rekindled.

"I don't know what to say, except... well, thanks I guess." Anne said tentatively. It didn't express the full extent of her gratitude, but she at least managed to string a sentence together.

Andrias didn't reply immediately. Instead, he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, his features softening as he did so.

"Kid," he began, his voice and expression serious, but still carrying a fatherly undertone. "Never say those things about yourself again, understand? Never." Visibly satisfied at seeing his little listener nod without hesitation, he continued. "You're strong in your own way, brave and willing to do anything for those you love. You just need someone to teach you how to use that strength." Then, a smile. "And I know just the right person for that."

"Who?" Anne couldn't contain the urge to ask. "C'mon, tell me!"

"Sorry kiddo, but I'd rather keep it a surprise." Andrias' smile took on a mischievous edge, while Anne pouted and crossed her arms. "The one thing I'll say is that she's one of my best generals, even if she's a little... eccentric."

"Eh, I'll be fine." Anne dismissed the king's 'warning' with a carefree wave. "You should've seen some of the people I met back in Wartwood. There's this old lady, Mrs. Croaker, who I'm pretty sure is older then Hop Pop, but man can she fight!"

"Oh!" Andrias squealed like an excited child. "You have to tell me more about her!"

"I don't know..." Anne flashed a mischievous, almost impish smirk. "I'd rather not spoil the surprise."

Andrias could only gasp at the girl's audacity - here she was, trying to beat him in his own game. Unacceptable!

"Oh, come on now!" He protested in a way that sounded far too young for his age, to say the least. "It's not like I'll ever know her in person! Probably..."

Anne put a hand on her chin and weighed her options. "Hm, I guess you're right." She at last gave a verbal answer, one that oozed with the smugness of knowing she had the king eating from the palm of her hand. "Now, where do I start? Guess I'll begin with that one time me, Sprig and Polly broke into her home and learned she used to be super hot."

"... Excuse me?"

"I swear it makes sense in context!"

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Several increasingly ridiculous stories later...

"I have to admit, I'm impressed." Andrias began, his eyes full of surprise and admiration. "For a place that's supposed to be in the middle of nowhere, this town you made yourself at home in is full of colorful characters."

"They sure are, and I wouldn't have it any other way." Anne replied, her lips curled into a fond smile. "But enough about me. Do you have any crazy stories to tell?"

"Hahahahaha!" Andrias' response came in the form of a loud, bellowing laugh. "You better sit tight kiddo, because--"

He suddenly registered something in the corner of his eye, and his train of thought ground to a screeching halt.

"Huh? What's happening?" Anne looked at the general direction Andrias' gaze focused on. She got her answer soon enough: there was something in the garden with them, and whatever it was it was big enough to rustle the various plants along its path. The intruder came closer and closer to where the pair was, and while Anne wasn't afraid (how could she, with someone like Andrias on her side?), she still felt a bit nervous.

The distance between the stranger and the human-newt duo decreased with each passing second, until the mystery creature finally came close enough for Anne to figure out whatever it was supposed to be from her vantage point. It was a fairly large, quadruped animal, with green, almost plant-like fur and glowing eyes.

Indeed, it looked almost like... wait a second.

There was no way. No freaking way!

Anne gasped once her brain connected the dots.

"Ah," Andrias, unaware of the Thai's past experience with a creature exactly like this one, smiled and began to talk in his usual manner whenever he showed Anne something new. "That, my dear, is-"

"A MOSS MAN?!" He was cut off by a squeal so loud his ears rang for a moment.

"Wait, wha-"

"I can't believe it!" Anne continued, her brain and mouth firing on all cylinders. "A moss man, here?! I know you've shown me a lot of super secret stuff so far, but holy crud I did NOT think I'd see this! What is it even doing down here?"

"Um..."

"Can you get me closer, pleasepleaseplease?" Anne pleaded, using every bit of her willpower to make the best possible expression to tug at the king's heartstrings.

"Hm..." Andrias wondered what the in the absolute heck was happening right now, but decided to save that for later. "Yes, of course. But be careful, okay?" He slowly lowered his hand.

"Heck yeah! Thanks a lot, big guy!" Anne couldn't make her gratitude more obvious if she tried. "And don't worry, I will be!"

Climbing down from Andrias' hand proved to be more awkward a task than Anne anticipated, since, besides having one of her legs in a cast, she had only one free hand - the other was holding her crutch. Still, she accomplished it, and so she made her way to where the moss man was, one step at a time.

The strange animal watched her intently, seemingly ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.

"Shh," Anne spoke with a gentle voice and slowly extended her arm. "It's okay, see? I won't hurt you."

The moss man took a few, cautious steps towards the girl before extending its own hand to her. Anne gasped, her jaw threatening to hit the floor, as a flower sprouted and began to bloom on that very same hand in a matter of seconds.

"Um, Andrias?" She glanced at the giant newt, unsure of what to do. No response came from the amphibian, who was clearly lost in thought.

"Everything okay there, big guy?" Anne asked again, to no avail. She considered raising her voice to get Andrias' attention, but concluded doing so would likely scare the moss man away.

Speaking of, the animal in question gave Anne a gentle nudge with its outstretched arm to get her attention. It also let out a noise similar to a growl, likely a request for the girl to accept its floral offering.

"Soooo, I take it you want me to take this?" Anne asked, the moss man letting out a noise she swore was an annoyed 'what do you think?' in its language. "Yeah yeah, sorry." She replied sheepishly before considering her options. On one hand, she didn't want to get so close to an animal she didn't know without Andrias' approval, and it was clear he wouldn't snap out of whatever was going on inside that big noggin of his any time soon. On the other, she had already encountered a moss man in the wild, and it wasn't dangerous at all - this one was no different.

So Anne steeled herself, extended her arm and plucked the flower from the moss man's hand. Not only did it not show any sign of pain, Anne was sure it was actually smiling at her beneath all that moss it had instead of fur. She looked at the flower on her hand one more time, placed it on her ear and smiled back.

Meanwhile, Andrias was busy connecting the dots in the most plausible way. He had already gathered a lot of interesting information over the last few days, but the revelation that Anne already knew what a moss man was was nothing short of a bombshell, since there was only one way she could've learned that. Add in the fact that 'Sprig' frog she was so fond of was a spitting image of Leif, and, well...

"Ah!" A startled yelp snapped the king out of his thoughts. He knew that voice.

"Anne!" Andrias shot upright in less than a second, his left hand going straight for the secret compartment in his armor that housed his fire sword. His eyes darted in so many directions so quickly they barely had time to process what they were seeing. His brain, meanwhile, was coming up with a million different scenarios for what might've happened. Did Anne trip somewhere? Did a predatory animal from the outside world enter the garden somehow? Did the moss man attack her?

Another sound, this one far more pleasant, reached Andrias' ears, right as he was about to ignite his sword. It was... a laugh?

The king looked down, and at last saw what was going on with clear eyes. Far from being in danger, Anne was having the time of her life: she had begun to pet the moss man's belly, and the delighted animal returned her affection in the form of a hug. A very big hug, appropriate for a creature which was almost three meters tall when standing upright.

"Noooo!" Anne 'protested' in between her laughs. "You goofball, you'll get me all dirty!

Andrias could barely fathom the scale of the discrepancy between his fears and the scene unfolding in front of him. Here he stood, ready to vaporize a foe that only existed in his mind, while the only thing the girl who he had become so attached to in less than two days was in danger of was getting too dirty.

What else could he do but join in on the laughter? What started as half-muted chuckles gave way to guffaws that reverberated throughout the garden so loudly that Anne and the moss man stopped what they were doing.

The latter actually backed away a little, but a few pets from its new friend were enough of a reassurance not to flee.

"Hey, big guy!" Anne called once the king's laughs subsided. "You were kinda spacing out there, everything okay?"

"Ah yes," Andrias scratched the back of his head. "I'm fine. I was just... thinking, that's all."

"About what?"

The king felt his body tense up in the milliseconds that it took him to answer that question. His words and tone had to be perfect - this was the conversation that would make or break his plans.

"A lot of things, actually." He began. "Such as, how did you know what a moss man is before I told you?"

"Oh, that?" Anne replied with a casual tone, unaware of the importance of the information she was about to give. "Believe it or not, I actually bumped into one not far from Wartwood. Nobody believed me when I told them though, except for One-Eyed Wally." She smiled as she remembered her adventure with the frog in question, and the lesson he taught her. "He's cool."

"Near Wartwood, you say?" Something in Andrias' expression changed, and it sent chills down Anne's spine. It looked just like when he told her the story of how the Music Box was stolen, and, consciously or not, revealed a part of the deep seated resentment that still resided within him.

"Y-Yeah," she stammered a little. "What about it?"

"Hmm..." The king looked pensive for a few seconds, stroking his beard in the meantime. He was, Anne could see, no less nervous than she was - in fact, he seemed almost afraid to ask whatever question was dwelling in his mind at the moment, fearing what the answer could be.

Finally, he took a deep breath before taking the plunge. "Anne," Andrias began, his voice betraying his unease. "The Plantars, do they have a dance? Something that mesmerizes any animal that watches?"

The question caught the Thai by surprise, to the point she had to ponder it for a few seconds.

"As a matter of fact, they do!" Anne replied, more than a little curious about where the giant newt intended to go with this. "And it works, too - I actually pulled it off myself, once."

"Oh." Andrias' face lost almost all of its color in the blink of an eye. "Oh no."

"... Andrias?" Anne asked, her chills worsening as she saw the king's pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks.

Andrias didn't answer right away. Instead he averted his gaze from the girl and grit his teeth, as if not wanting to share his discovery with her. He truly didn't, less for her and more for himself - a part of him refused to believe that the person who ruined his life was still around in any shape or form.

Still, he had to say it. Anne had to know, and he had to admit it.

"The Plantars," Andrias began, his tone and expression laying bare the true extent of his horror. "They're... they're Leif's descendants."

...

"What?" Anne could barely comprehend what she just heard. "What?!"

"When Leif stole the Music Box, she fled Newtopia on the back of a moss man." The king explained. "And that dance? She invented it."

"You can't be serious!" Anne protested. "This has got to be a coincidence!" She felt the floor crumble beneath her feet, much like when she read Marcy's journal.

"I had hoped so too," Andrias replied, his voice laden with sadness. "But it can't be. There are just too many things for me to ignore."

"S-S-So what?" Anne spoke up again. "Even if they're related to her, that doesn't mean anything! They aren't her!"

"Wait a minute." If Andrias' ears registered what she said, he gave no sign of it. "Where did you say the Box was, again?" He asked, fear written all over his face.

A lump formed in Anne's throat, and she forced it out of the way with difficulty. "I-I said Hop Pop left it with some contacts back in Wartwood."

"No..." If Andrias looked afraid before, now he seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack.

"Hey!" And Anne was having none of it. "I know exactly what you're thinking, and you better stop right there!"

The king's eyes snapped towards her. They were still full of fear, and that only made the Thai angrier.

"You don't know the Plantars!" She shouted, her own eyes as sharp as daggers. "And you do NOT know Hop Pop! For starters, he took me in when everyone thought I was a monster! Sure, we didn't always get along, but I don't know where I'd be without him!" She stopped to take a breath, though her gaze remained unrelenting. "Even when he made mistakes, he always did his best to make up for them! And he knows I need the Music Box to get home, so I swear to God, if you even suggest he's gonna betray me, I swear I'll--!"

Anne gritted her teeth and shut her eyes before she said something stupid. As angry as she was, she knew she was in no position to threaten someone ten times her size.

By the time she reopened them, Andrias' body language was completely different. His shoulders were slumped, his head low, and his eyes pinned to the floor. There was no panic within him anymore, only shame.

"I understand." The king spoke with a heavy voice. "You're right, I don't know the Plantars. I shouldn't have doubted them like that, and I'm sorry. It's just..." He lifted his gaze and let out a long, tired sigh. "I'm scared, Anne. The Box has been gone for a thousand years, and to think it's now so close I can almost..." His voice trailed off.

"That must be a lot of pressure, huh?" Anne replied, now feeling a little guilty for lashing out the way she did.

You have no idea, Andrias wanted to say. "It is."

A silence settled between the human and amphibian for the time being, both of them opting to enjoy the peace and tranquility the garden offered for a while. It was during this lull that the moss man returned, accompanied by two others of its kind. They sat not far from where the duo was, the newcomers watching them with curiosity.

Anne waved at them, and the first moss man she interacted with returned the gesture - albeit in a slow, childlike manner, as if it didn't fully understand what it meant but knew it was important somehow. It was at that moment that she noticed something rather unnerving about the moss men: they all had chains around their necks.

She'd have to ask Andrias about that later - he had a good reason for it, of that she was sure of.

First things first, though. "So," Anne began, her voice low but still reaching the king's ears due to the silence reigning over the garden. "Did you figure out how to recharge the Music Box yet?"

Andrias let out a long sigh, and put a hand on his head. "Not gonna lie kiddo, I forgot how big our archives were. I must've read a hundred books today, and I barely touched the, um..." His hand moved to his chin. "What do you humans call that again? The 'tip of the iceberg'?"

"Yep."

"Anyway," the king put an end to that little detour. "What I mean to say is, I'll need help if I'm to find anything about the Music Box within the next days instead of a whole year." He really didn't, but he had to keep up appearances.

"Marcy's help, right?" Anne quickly guessed. "I mean, it's not like I can read those ancient runes you told me about." She felt the thorns digging into her heart once more, while the seed of envy continued to spread its foul roots deep within.

Andrias looked on sadly, knowing there was no way he could downplay the nerdette's superiority on this field - for now.

"Look, kid," Anne felt a light tap on her back, and looked up to see a reassuring smile on the king's face. "I promise I'll teach you how to read them one day, okay? I'd love to learn more about that Thai language of yours, too."

What else could she do but smile back? Plus, she could use a break from having Marcy around all the time.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

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