* * * * *
"what? Is she okay?" Christopher overheard the girl talking with
one of her colleages.
"She'll be alright, but I don't think she'll be able to sing tonight. We'll
have to fill the time with something else."
The girl looked dejected and set the flyers down on a table. Christopher felt
compelled to help her somehow. He didn't know what he could do, but he didn't
like to see her looking sad like that.
"Um... excuse me..."
The girl and her companion, a much older gentleman who was dressed in a plain
work shirt and slacks, turned at the sound of his voice.
"Well, I noticed you were in need of some help... so I thought maybe I
could..."
The older man laughed, "Unless you know someone who can sing as well as
our headliner Portia, I don't know if that's possible young man."
Christopher didn't give up. "Do... do you have a piano?"
The man sized him up and nodded slowly, "that we do young sir. We wouldn't
be much of a music company if we didn't."
"I..." Chris paused nervously, "I can get the Frog Prince to
play in her place."
They girl's eyes widened and the man just laughed, "how do you plan to
do that? It's near impossible to even get a hold of his music these days!"
"Because..." Christopher took a deep breath. "I am the frog prince."
He looked dismally at the ground. There was nothing but dead silence. That's
it. They're gonna laugh you right out of here. You should just leave now and
go after Ethan and Bri...
Chris looked up to see the older man looking thoughful. "Well, it's worth
a try. Let's see what you've got kid."
Christopher carefully pulled on his costume and slipped his mask on backstage.
He was feeling more and more at ease doing this. He'd have to remember to thank
Ethan for getting him started. He was a bit anxious though, this was the first
time he'd played on his own. He took a few deep breaths and looked up, startled
as the freckled girl walked toward him. She looked at with a sort of admiration
and he could feel his face turning red.
"You're really him, aren't you? It's like magic..." she whispered,
a little embarassed.
Chris smiled akwardly, "y... yeah."
Her eyes danced with excitement, "I... I can't wait to hear you play."
Chris could feel his ears getting hot, "Thanks... I um... I don't think
I ever got your name..."
This time it was the girl that turned red, "I'm sorry, I um, I'm Lyndsey,
um, Lyn, you can call me Lyn."
"Lyn." he repeated. "I'm..."
"You're the prince... I know." she smiled.
He shook his head, "Christopher. Just Christopher."
The older, scruffier man, who, he discovered, was known to most as only "Neil,"
waved him over. "You clean up pretty good young man. Let's see what you've
got!" He made a motion to one of the stagehands and the old, worn curtains
parted smoothly. The crowd that had gathered was fairly sizable, close even
to Chris' first performance. Neil walked out on stage and with a booming voice
addressed the crowd.
"Good evening folks! I know you were all looking forward to Miss Portia's
performance tonight, but tonight... we've got something even better in mind.
May I present to you, that legendary musician, The Frog Prince!"
Christopher entered the stage with a lukewarm welcome from the crowd. They were
rather obviously put out by the fact that Portia wasn't playing, and seemed
pretty skeptical about Chris' credibility. He held his shaky hands still as
he sat before the piano. The crowd hushed, anxious to see if this was the real
thing and not just another imposter. He took a deep breath and began to play.
By the end of the first song the crowd was cheering. Neil had to bring out a
magic sound amplifying item just so Chris could be heard over the crowd. Christopher
felt relief flood through him. Living up to legends wasn't easy. The feeling
he got on stage while performing was like his own kind of magic. He finished
the final number and the crowd cheered for more. He gave them a brief wave before
the curtains closed and he walked offstage. He wiped his brow with the back
of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You did it kid, you really did it." Neil patted him on the back,
"I'll admit, I was pretty skeptical at first, but it seems you really are
who you say you are. Which means I probably shouldn't be calling you kid...
how old are you anyway?"
Chris smiled, "It's a bit of a long story..."
* * * * *
Ethan carefully knocked on the door of the tiny house. The door barely came
to the top of his head, and the entire house was probably only twice his height.
The sun had just gone down and a chill was starting to float through the air.
Briar Rose rubbed her arms as they waited.
The door eased open just a sliver and Ethan could see an eye staring back at
them. "Who there?" a voice demanded.
Briar Rose stepped forward and spoke up. "I am... Princess Briar Rose...
I..."
The door creaked open a bit more. "Princess? You're alright? "
Briar Rose shook her head and looked a little nervous, "Well, um... yes...
I suppose I am... but... I was wondering... could my companions and I ask you
some questions?"
"Ah, I understand now. I'm so relieved." the fairy smiled and handed
them some tea and cakes. They had all crammed into the fairy's sitting room,
which really wasn't meant for quite so many large sitters. The prince had managed
to get a seat on the small couch next to Briar Rose and Ethan was stuck with
one of the small overstuffed chairs. He was certain they were comfortable for
smaller fairies, but he was also certain that if he had to sit like this for
very much longer his rear end would be falling asleep.
"So is there anything you can tell us?" Ethan began.
The fairy nibbled at her cake, "An elven man came by here a while ago.
He asked the same question. I'm afraid I can't tell you much." She looked
at the princess. "I'm truly sorry for what happened."
"It's alright." Briar Rose gave a wistful smile, "I know it wasn't
your fault."
The fairy set down her plate, "I had no idea what was going on when it
happened. It was almost like I was a prisoner in my own mind, just watching
the events unfold. I wasn't upset at Lily, on the contrary, we've been friends
for... well for ages... but the morning of the celebration for your birth, something
came over me. I couldn't stop myself from reciting that awful curse."
The prince tried not to fall asleep while sitting on the little couch. He kept
his mind occupied by looking at the pictures and paintings that decorated the
small room. He tried not to yawn as the fairy continued, "When it was all
over I had to know what had happened. I once had a magic mirror that would let
me see the world, see anything I wished. There are only a few like it. But I
saw the ones that were behind it all. For only a moment before they saw me in
their own mirror."
"They have one too? Who are they?" Briar Rose questioned.
All this talk about mirrors was starting to annoy the prince. How long had it
been since he'd had access to a decent full length mirror? It wasn't that
much to ask for, was it? He frowned.
"indeed they do." the fairy went on, "They are two brothers,
bearing a name as dire as the power they wield. The Brothers Grimm. Jacob and
Wilhelm."
"Grimm?"
"Yes..."
Ethan scratched his head and shifted his weight around, "I don't get it.
Why are they doing this in the first place? They've got something as powerful
as the book, why not use it to take over the world or gain power or money?"
The fairy's face fell. "They've got all they need of those things. But
all of that is not enough to satisfy them. They fell the need I suppose to exercise
their power over others. See just how far the limits can be pushed."
Ethan frowned, "Any idea on how we can find them?"
The fairy nodded, "that much I do know. They only way to find them is if
they want to be found. If they do, then you'll find them. If they don't... well..."
"Then we won't find them." the prince finished boredly.
"I was going to say that if they don't want you to find them, you usually
meet with a rather unfortunate end..." the fairy raised an eyebrow at the
young man.
"Oh."