A Summer’s Tragedy

A handsome man was rambling in the forest at the foot of Mount Octover. He was looking anywhere to find a way back home when he saw an old woman standing by the leafless tree ahead. She was wearing worn clothes and it was not obvious that she had a bad intention towards him, because she looked kind and weak when she walked; she couldn’t even walk without her cane.

“What are you doing in this forest, mister?” she asked.

“Good day, grandma,” Sebastian greeted her. “I feel lost. I don’t know how to go back to the town. Can you direct me the way?”

“Follow me,” she ordered, and turned to leave.

The woman took a path and so did Sebastian, following the tears in her worn clothes. Along the way, Sebastian saw a swarm of birds of different colors perching on the leafless plants. After a few moments, they arrived at a small shack. The old woman offered Sebastian a seat and some food to eat, as she knew that he was hungry and tired.

“Thank you grandma, but I need to go home now,” Sebastian said.

“No!” She barked as if she were mad. “It is still early for you to go, and I know that you’re tired, so you can take a nap here.”

Although the woman was right, Sebastian insisted on going, but it seemed that the old woman had become mad. Her identity has changed! She became beautiful, and it was a shock, Sebastian thought. But it was already too late. She used her power and turned him into a frog.

“Sebastian, wake up. You’re dreaming!” Dorothy exclaimed while shaking her husband, who was so afraid in his dream and even when he woke up, as he suddenly embraced his worried wife.

“She turned me onto a frog!” Sebastian panted screamingly while his sweat rained down from his forehead.

“Take a breath first,” Dorothy suggested. “Don’t worry, my love. It was just a bad dream. You are not a frog. And even if you are, my love for you won’t decrease and you’ll be my frog prince.” She tried to convince him, and she didn’t fail.

It was the curse, Dorothy remembered. She knows that those times when they were facing the great hindrances of their relationship still mess with her husband’s mind, and it won’t give him peace, especially since he has amnesia.

“You should go back to sleep, my love.” Dorothy gripped her waist clock on the lap beside her and glanced at it. “It’s still early to wake up.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Sebastian took a deep breath and laid down again. Afterward, he wasn’t aware of bringing himself back to the place where he met the old woman. He doesn’t know that he’s dreaming. But this time, he thought, he’d be kind and follow what she told him to do because he was afraid that she’d turn him into a frog again.

He repeated what he had said, but in the most respectful way. Expectedly, the woman led him to her shack at the center of the forest. There, the same thing happened, but Sebastian didn’t just eat the food and drink the water she offered, but he also took a nap.

“He’s a courteous man,” the woman murmured.

She went out of the shack, and suddenly transformed into a beautiful woman as if something had happened. She’s so beautiful, Sebastian thought while staring at her through the small hole in the door.

Lovely form with high, rounded, firm young breasts, a small waist, trim, curving hips, and shapely, shimmering legs. It made him unbuckle his pants and imagine the thing that was in his hand was inside of hers.

But when he noticed that she was going towards him, Sebastian immediately put the fat creature back in its cage and pretended to be asleep. He thought the woman smelled something different, but then, she sat down beside him, looking at the hard lines on his face.

The woman thought that it had been a long time since they hadn’t seen each other. She knew that Sebastian knew that she loved him more than herself, which is the reason she chose to sacrifice herself. It was during their wedding when her blood streamed on the floor, symbolizing her undying love for this mediocre man.

It crossed her mind that she must forget those bad memories, because now that Sebastian is with her, she won’t let him escape the anger of her undying love. It must be revenge why she came back, and what happened, she won’t let it happen again.

A sharp dagger that glimmers when hit by sunlight appeared in her hand. She was going to pierce his chest without hesitation. But it just went through the air. She remembered that they were just in his dream and that they couldn’t hurt each other. It made her disappeared of rage, and at the same time, Sebastian woke up.

Then, everything was still not clear to Sebastian: He doesn’t know why he’s dreaming about that woman. He didn’t know why she looked so familiar to him; most of all, he didn’t remember anything.

“Are you just okay?” Dorothy asked. “Tell me, have you had a dream again?” The grimace of worry appeared on her face.

“No, there’s something messing with my mind,” Sebastian whispered. He stood up and went towards the window of their bedroom, while his wife followed him. He thought: that woman won’t let him sleep.

“I know whom you’re thinking about, and perhaps it’s time for you to know what really happened. I’m sure it can give you peace of mind.” Dorothy spread her arms around her husband’s waist, but she accidentally touched the bulging part on his front.

Sebastian opened the window and took a deep breath, but his ears were listening to what his wife was going to tell him. He knew she never lied, and that’s one of the reasons he loved her: he couldn’t just remember.

“Seventeen years ago or earlier,” Dorothy started. “When I was still bearing our son Callisto, before we left this town. I know you don’t remember it because you even chose this place for vacation, but. ” She sighed. “I don’t really know how to tell you this.”

“Just tell me what you can, my love.” Sebastian turned around to face his wife and stealthily kissed her cheeks. “Don’t bother yourself if you can’t really tell me, because I’m not coercing you.” He carried his wife’s two legs near his waist and brought her back to bed.

“There are many things that I don’t know how to explain, but for sure you can understand them if I tell you,” Dorothy started again, but at the same time, her husband also began using his exasperated tool, perhaps to make her narration more enjoyable.

But the next words, or not even words that came out of Dorothy’s lips, but a moan while her husband’s tool is entering her hole, are certainly unpredictable. She knew that this time, her husband was deafened by pleasure against the things that she wanted to say.

“How could I tell my husband the truth?” Dorothy asked herself. “He doesn’t even want to know them either, so why would I bother myself? Perhaps everything will be better if I also pretend to have amnesia and forget everything in the past.”

Dorothy and Sebastian were surprised when the window angrily slammed, but it couldn’t stop them from doing what they were doing. It just became warmer as the cold air couldn’t enter their bedroom.

On the other hand, Callisto had woken up because of the noise they made. He probably knew what they were doing, and he became envious that he was all alone. He thought he wanted to have a girlfriend to put an end to this monotonous life.

Callisto knew only one person who could help him understand why he was thinking. Consequently, he wore his sanguine cloak and again jumped out of the window of his bedroom. The moon is different tonight, he thought, and the whole night could be different too.