I was lost and I was very scared,my legs were shaking and my arms too ... was I scared? No ... I was terrified, I didn't know where I was, much less how to go back.I thought I had no more hope ... so I started to cry; a lady, tall, thin and beautiful, approached me and asked me what was happening, why I was crying,I told her that I was lost and that I was coming from the woods, she looks at the forest terrified, starting to tremble, I immediately take myself away from there, I did not understand, why was she so scared, for the woods? not knowing what to say, I take myself to what I assumed his house, I start wondering if I was okay, if I had scratches or deep cuts, but also only light ones, she was really scared and I still didn't understand why, she wasn't worried like anyone, she was worried like I survived a catastrophe, which has happened, and yet, even the successive villagers came to see me to find out what had happened, while I was starting to miss my mother, so I started crying, who were they? What did they want? Why was I there? Why do they worry so much?WHERE WAS MY MOTHER?!Why wasn't he there with me? why wasn't he looking for me?
Hours later
I heard about witches and curses, about a cursed wood ... what? Was that wood cursed? And was my house?After a few minutes they came back to me, wondering how I got there, I replied that I was talking to a butterfly, they looked at me with a very worried expression, I didn't understand why, after all I was just talking, not the butterfly, when I understood the reason for their expressions, it was too late, too far away, I was too old now, to go back to the other side of the wood.
YOU ARE READING
The frog-girl
FantasiHey !! I'm the frog girl, that's what they call me because I love frogs, green and the aesthetics of frogs .... I'm obsessed !!!In this story I will tell you how I became obsessed with frogs ..... you will become too!
