Glad you could join us for the next desperate episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
“Her name was Persephone, and it was my own fault I lost her. If I’d only known then what I know now…” King Arnie’s voice, at first a whisper, died altogether under the weight of his memory.
“What happened, Your Greatness?” Elliot prompted him.
The King roused himself. “I’m sorry, son. I’m just a foolish old frog. The older I get, the more fondly I remember and the more deeply I regret.”
“But King Arnie,” Elliot persisted, ignoring a burning ray of pain that shot from the ragged rip in his tail to leave sweat dripping from his face, “please tell me — how did you lose her? If there is anything you can teach me about how to keep Cassandra’s love, I need to know.”
The King smiled like a loving father willing to expose his own failings on the chance he might enrich his son’s future possibilities. “All right, Elliot. Close your eyes. Let me paint a colorful picture of another former self…”
Elliot closed his eyes, and wildfire spread from his tail. A scorched scream rose in his throat. He bit his tongue.
I must know.
To be continued…