Weiß Fairy Geschichten

Weiß Fairy Geschichten = White Fairy Tales

	Long ago, in the kingdom of Weiss, there lived the most beautiful
prince ever seen under the sun. The boy was as golden as the day sun's
rays, and his eyes were as blue as the cerulean summer sky. All in the
kingdom, especially his doting father, loved him.
	His father, King Persia, loved his son so much that on his
seventeenth birthday, among the other rich gifts he gave, he presented
his beautiful prince with a solid golden ball. The prince was so
delighted by his present that he went out immediately to play with it.
	Prince Omi wandered away from the castle and into the lush gardens
of the palace. Deep within the trees, there was an abandoned well,
remembered only by the weeds that overgrew it. Here Prince Omi found
solitude.
	Sitting beside the well, Prince Omi would toss his little golden
ball up into the air and catch it before it fell into the deep waters of
the well. This simple game would amuse the young boy for hours. He was
especially delighted when he missed catching the ball and it would roll
precariously near the edge. 
	One day, Prince Omi threw the ball up high into the air, higher
than he had ever thrown it. It disappeared into the leafy treetops, and
he lost sight of it. Several moments later, the ball descended back into
view. Prince Omi put his hand out to catch it, but alas, the ball
skipped out of his pale palm and fell into the well.
	He watched in despair, as the faint shine of the golden ball was
lost in the murky well waters. As soon as he lost sight of it, he threw
back his golden head and began to cry loudly. So piteous and shrill were
his cries that no animal dared come near. And so, Prince Omi was left
alone in his lamentations of his missing golden ball.
	"Goodness!" Prince Omi cried after several long moments of crying.
"Father will be sorely crossed with me when he finds out that I lost the
little ball that he gave me! Oh dear! Whatever shall I do?"
	"Beautiful prince, what has gone so wrong for you that you cry at
the top of your lungs?"
	Prince Omi looked around, startled by the suddenness and closeness
of the voice. "Excuse me," he said politely. "Who said that?"
	"Down here."
	Prince Omi directed his sapphire eyes downwards to focus on the
frog that had poked his head up from the well. He was the *ugliest*
creature Prince Omi had ever seen! The frog was slimy and olive colored,
and a multitude of warts covered his thick body. 
	"Goodness! What a horror!" Prince Omi cried. He was truly shaken
to the core by such ugliness. Never before had Prince Omi seen anything
so dreadful.
	The frog frowned, if such an animal could do such a thing. "I beg
your pardon," it said dryly.
	Prince Omi flushed. "Forgive me," the prince said. Still, he
turned his face away so that he wouldn't have to behold the alarming
sight. 
	"If you hadn't insulted me, I would have offered to fetch your
ball for you," the frog commented. 
	"Oh! Please do, dear frog!" Prince Omi cried. He leaned forward
eagerly. "I'll give you anything if you will just return my ball to me!"
	The frog looked interested. "Anything?"
	"Anything! I promise!"
	The frog nodded. "I will retrieve your ball for you then. But only
if you let me come home with you to the palace, let me eat from your
golden plate, and sleep with you in your silk bed. All the luxuries you
enjoy, I will enjoy. I will be your constant companion."
	Prince Omi was frantic, wishing only for the tiny ball that rested
at the bottom of the well. "Anything, dear frog. I promise you anything
if you'll only give me my ball back!"
	The frog nodded. "I will be back in a moment then." With that, the
frog turned and dived into the well after sucking in a great breath.
	Down, down, and down swam the frog. The well seemed endless to the
frog as he descended into the murky depths. Finally, at long last, the
frog reached the moss-covered bottom of the well. There in the murk sat
the golden ball, slightly tarnished by the slime that resided down
there. Clasping the ball to his barrel chest, the frog pushed off from
the bottom of the well to begin the journey back to the surface. As the
frog neared the opening of the well, he felt his strength wan as he
struggled for breath. 
	At long last, the frog's head broke the water. Prince Omi watched
breathlessly, waiting to see the treasure he had dropped. The frog
crawled up onto the bank and dropped the golden ball at Prince Omi's
feet. With a squeal of delight, Prince Omi snatched up the ball and
bounded away into the forest.
	"Dear prince, wait!" the frog called. But alas, Prince Omi was too
far away to hear the weak call of the frog. The frog grumbled to himself
and began to make the tiring journey to the castle all by himself.
	"Little brat," he muttered to himself. "Waking me with his shrill
cries, begging me for a favor, and then not keeping his end of the
bargain." The frog sighed in disgust. "Princes sure have changed these
days."

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	Prince Omi was dining with his father when the dreaded knock at
the door came. The servant who answered it came to inform Prince Omi of
the frog's appearance a moment later. When hearing this news, the
beautiful prince visibly paled.
	"My dear son!" King Persia cried. "What is wrong? Has some wrong
befallen you?"
	Prince Omi looked in despair to his father. "Oh father! Today, I
lost the little golden ball you gave me. A frog fetched the ball for me,
and made me promise to give him things. Please tell me to send the ugly
creature away!"
	King Persia frowned. "I'm sorry, my dear son," the king said. "You
must follow through on every promise you make. It is our duty as
royalty. All promises are final. Go let your guest in."
	Prince Omi would not budge from the table until his father issued
a royal command that he go let the frog in. The boy trudged over to the
great door and slowly opened it. The great frog hopped in.
	"You must have forgotten me in your excitement, young prince. But
don't fear! Here I am now, and you can keep your promise!"
	Prince Omi flew back to the table to get away from the ugly frog.
The frog hopped after him and sat expectantly at the prince's feet.
After waiting for long moments, the frog finally piped up.
	"Young prince, please keep your end of the bargain! I am to eat
from your golden plate with you!"
	Reluctantly Prince Omi looked down at the frog. As their eyes met,
the young boy turned his azure gaze away. He had noticed, in that short
time though, that the frog had kind, warm brown eyes. 
	"Prince Omi!" King Persia thundered. "I have made it a command.
You will treat the frog as he requests and as your promised!"
	Clothing his hands in fancy cloth napkins, Prince Omi leaned down
and picked the slimy frog up, putting him on the table next to his
plate.
	"Ahh, good," the frog commented. "Now we shall eat together."
	And so, with a flick of his tongue, the frog latched onto a piece
of mutton and began to eat. As he had been commanded to, Prince Omi
hesitantly picked up his silverware to resume eating. The frog ate
heartily, finishing off the food, while Prince Omi looked to choke on
each bite.
	As dinner had ended, the frog requested to be taken to the
bedroom. He was tired, he said, and wanted to rest upon the prince's
feather bed. Using napkins once more, Prince Omi picked up the large,
horrid frog and carried him to his bedroom, dumping him unceremoniously
on the floor.
	"Prince!" the frog cried. "You must have slipped. Please place me
on your bed, so that I may sleep on your silk sheets."
	Prince Omi turned, tears standing in his eyes. "No! Curses on you,
ugly frog! I'm tired of being ordered around by you!"
	The frog blinked wise eyes as he regarded the distraught prince.
"Dear boy, your father commanded you to give me what I wanted. Please
place me upon your bed."
	Tears running unchecked down his face in fright, Prince Omi picked
up the frog once more and placed him on the corner of his bed.
	"Please come to bed yourself, Prince," the frog requested. "I'm
sure you are very tired from worrying so much."
	Biting his lips to stifle a cry, Prince Omi lay down upon the bed
and pulled the sheets over him. He huddled there, small and frightened.
The frog's nearness only agitated him more. 
	Something wet and warm lashed out to touch his cheek. In horror,
Prince Omi realized that the frog had reached out with his tongue to
kiss his cheek. Prince Omi muffled a whimper and shrank away.
	"Please don't shy from me, my prince," the frog said softly,
hopping closer to the boy. Prince Omi closed his eyes tightly, to shut
the vision of ugliness out of his mind.
	He felt the sheets ruffle around him, and he huddled into a
smaller ball. He felt the wet, sticky tongue lap at his chest and he
cried out in horror. 
	Opening his eyes, Prince Omi saw the frog nearing the opening in
his shirt. He didn't know what the frog wanted to do with him. His
fright level rose the longer he stayed closer to the frog.
	With a shriek, Prince Omi lashed out and threw the frog away from
him. The frog flew across the room and hit the wall. Sliding down,
leaving a trail of muck on the wall, the frog lay in a crumpled heap,
discarded on the floor.
	Prince Omi watched the frog for long moments, but the creature did
not move. Fearing he had killed the thing, he crept forward and prodded
it with a finger. The frog slowly opened on brown eye to regard Prince
Omi.
	"H- hot... water...," it croaked. 
	"Hot water?" Prince Omi questioned. The frog nodded. Without
another word, Prince Omi dashed away from the frog to summon the
servants that would bring the hot water. Soon, they had a basin of hot
water lying on the floor next to the frog.
	Dismissing his servant, Prince Omi approached the frog. He was
worried that the frog was hurt badly. He didn't know why he cared so
much about the creature. He only knew that his father would probably
disown him if he let down the frog.
	Picking the slimy creature up with his bare hands, Prince Omi
slowly placed him into the hot water. He was certainly not prepared for
what happened next.
	As the frog's whole body was immersed in the water, a change
occurred. Instead of the slimy green head that should have poked back
up, a man emerged from the water, his dripping brown locks falling into
equally chocolately eyes. 
	"Goodness!" was all Prince Omi could say as the young man in front
of him sat there in the tub. The naked man smiled at Prince Omi's
discomfort.
	"Hello, Prince Omi," the man whispered softly.
	The boy recovered slightly, righting himself in front of the
basin. "Who are you?" the boy asked. He looked into the water, searching
for the frog. Face flaming, he looked away, finding nothing in the basin
that resembled a frog. "Where is the frog that I put in there?"
	The man reached out and cradled Prince Omi's face. "I am that
frog. Hot water breaks the spell that the evil witch put on me. Cold
water will turn me back into a frog."
	Prince Omi leaned into the man's embrace eagerly. "Is it like
those children's stories? If I kiss you, will you stay this way
forever?"
	A smile danced on the man's lips. "I don't know. But we can try
it."
	Prince Omi nodded, leaning forward. He closed his bright cerulean
eyes and pursed his red lips. The older, naked man pulled the pale face
close to his and touched his lips to the boy's ready ones. 
	Their lips pressed together in a sweet, explorative kiss. Having
never been kissed before, the sensation was altogether new and sweet to
Prince Omi. He was extremely shocked when the man's tongue gently
pressed against his lips, seeking an entrance to his mouth. Hesitantly,
Prince Omi parted his lips.
	The kiss deepened as the man thrust his tongue into Prince Omi's
sweet mouth. He put a hand on the boy's neck to keep him from escaping
the delightful union they shared. Again and again, his mouth assaulted
Prince Omi's until their lips both became swollen and red.
	"Did it work?" Prince Omi panted. They sat, holding hands. 
	The man shook his head. "I don't know. If you get some cold water,
we'll know for sure."
	Prince Omi scrambled to his feet to fetch the requested cold
water. He returned a moment later. The frog-turned-man stood, the water
dripping down his toned, naked body. Prince Omi stopped in his tracks,
mouth open, as he could only stare at the man in front of him.
	Grinning, the older boy reached over and grabbed the kettle of
cold water. Prince Omi didn't let go of the handle, and let himself be
pulled against the other boy's body.
	"What's your name?" he breathed, gazing up into kind, sorrel eyes. 
	"Ken," the other replied. 
	"Ken," Prince Omi repeated. He smiled shyly. "How pretty."
	Ken raised the kettle above his head and poured the water on him.
Prince Omi gasped in shock at the feel of the water. He wiped water from
his eyes and looked around. No longer did he feel himself pressed up
against Ken's chest.
	"Ken?" he asked, worried that his newfound friend would desert
him. 
	A sigh reached his ears. "Down here."
	Prince Omi looked down to see the huge, ugly frog at his feet. The
prince immediately picked the creature up and tossed him into the warm
water. Once more, Ken's beautiful features emerged. 
	Prince Omi clapped his hands together in delight. "Oh, Ken!" he
sighed.
	Ken looked down at his hands. "I wasn't cured by your kiss.
Perhaps this curse isn't meant to be cured."
	Prince Omi reached out and took Ken's hands in his. "It's all
right," he whispered. He leaned forward and began to kiss Ken's face.
"As long as you don't encounter any cold water, you'll stay this way,
right?" Prince Omi smiled shyly. "I'd like you to stay here with me."
	Ken smiled, lifting Prince Omi's hand to his lips. Kissing is
gently, he whispered, "I do as you please."
	Prince Omi sighed happily. "Please stay with me forever."
	Ken nodded, lacing their fingers together. "Yes. Forever."

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	It turned out that Ken was a prince from the neighboring kingdom.
He and Prince Omi were inseperatable from that day on. After a period of
comfortable companionship, Prince Ken finally asked for Prince Omi's
hand in marriage.
	Although King Persia did not totally agree with the union, Prince
Omi maintained the fact that he was under his father's command to do as
the frog prince wished. And so, the two were married with his blessing,
and they lived happily every after.