I was scared. I was a sixteen year old girl on my way to the yearly fair at Gilfair, and this was the first year my parents had allowed me go alone, since I was finally eligible for the maypole dance. The bridge that we normally used to cross a ravine had collapsed, and since no one had bothered to fix It, I was forced to detour eight hours to the south, and now found myself lost in an unfamiliar forest. I knew the general direction I needed to go; Northeast. Unfortunately, the woods were so thick, I found myself making progress at a snails pace. My food had long since run out, and I was hungry. At this rate, I would get there about the same time the fair ended.

"Don't come any closer", I heard a voice say, and something about it made my skin crawl. Not what he said, for the voice sounded male, but there was such a strange tone to the voice.

"Who's out there?", I asked.

"My name is Bryce", the voice answered.

"What are you doing out there, and why won't you let me see you?", I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

The man who identified himself as Bryce laughed, and said "Ah, therein lies a tale. Allow me to tell it, and then I will come into the light."

I thought for a second, and decided that nothing he could tell me could possibly do me any harm, so I moved back to the fire, placed the burning branch back on, thought about it for a second, and threw another two branches on for good measure.

"Well", he began, "I grew up in a village that was just like every other village, with one exception. In our village was the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdom. I was only thirteen at the time, but I remember when she was there, how her red hair, almost the same color as yours, flowed down to her small waist, and how her hips swung ever so slightly when she walked. Even at my age, I knew she was special.

"I wasn't the only one, however. One day, a wizard named Phillip, who happened to be the king's personal wizard, also noticed her. He was charming, and powerful, and after a short romance, asked the king for a decree of marriage. Anne wasn't sure she wanted to marry him. Who could blame her. She was only seventeen, and I think he was at least thirty years old, but who can tell with wizards. He was also rude to those he didn't consider his equal, and as with most wizards, he didn't consider ANYONE his equal. Anyway, Phillip asked the king for a decree of marriage, and it was granted. Anne had no choice. They were married, and she was taken off to the wizards castle.

"This castle was more like a dungeon, it was so dark and damp, and there were all sorts of disgusting things lying around waiting to be used in spells, and incantations. This was to be her life.

"Back at the village, life went on, and I grew up into a tall strong man. By all accounts, I was quite attractive to the ladies. I can vouch for the fact that I was never want for partners during dances, festivals, and the like. I had more than my fair share of dalliances with the local ladies, as well as several ladies of dubious character passing through town, both married, and not.

"Unfortunately, I could never forget Anne. Kind of like the horse you never got to ride. "Five years after Anne had left, I had become bored with the local ladies. Possibly because they just didn't measure up to the mental image I had of Anne. I decided to see if I could find and ride that horse.

I knew the name of the wizard, and about where his castle was. So, with walking stick in hand, and my traveling bag over my shoulder, I headed towards the wizards castle. The trip was uneventful, until I got to the edge of the forest where the wizards castle was. I had never seen a forest so thick with trees. It took me a week to find the castle within that forest, and another three days to build a ladder to reach the bottom most window. During those ten days, I saw Anne at that window three times, and she didn't seem to have aged a day. I never saw the wizard. I could only assume he was busy in his workshop or whatever he did.

"When I finally finished the ladder and climbed to the window, I looked inside, and seeing no one, climbed in. There was stuff scattered everywhere, and the placed smelled of mildew. My first thought was who would want to live here willingly, and then I realized that possibly only one person was. The other could be for all intents and purposes, a prisoner.

"Walking out of the room, into the hallway, I noticed that all of the torches were out. That's when I realized the castle was empty. They must have left sometime during the night, so they couldn't have gotten too much of a lead. Running downstairs, I noticed the door was locked from the inside. This confused me for a second, but I figured that a wizard could easily lock and unlock the door, even from outside. I tried to unlock the door myself, but couldn't budge the brace. It must have some kind of magical lock.

"Running back upstairs, I headed straight back to the window, and climbed down the ladder. Running around to the front door, I was able to pick up two sets of footprints, heading Northeast. I followed at as rapid a pace as the dense forest allowed. When nightfall came, I could no longer see the signs of their passing through the forest, so I had to stop for the night as well. I didn't dare make a fire, so stayed in the dark. When darkness came, I could see a very faint light up ahead roughly four hundred paces ahead. Thinking this could only be them, I slowly snuck up on them, being very careful not to make a sound. Being a good hunter in my village, I had learned how to be very quiet while walking through the woods. I came within forty paces of their camp, and saw Anne and the wizard in the tent. Both were sleeping, and their fire was beginning to burn itself out.

"Knowing that I was on the right track, I snuck back to where I was staying, and slept for the night. Waking up around dawn, I snuck back to where they had been staying, and they were gone. They must have left within the hour. I've always hated morning people.

"Anyway, picking up their trail, I followed them, and soon caught up. I trailed them for the better part of a day, when the woods ended, and they came upon a village. There seemed to be some kind of festival going on, and Phillip was obviously expected. I watched from the tree line as the villagers greeted Phillip, bowing respectfully. Once Phillip and Anne walked into the tavern, I left the woods, and headed for the edge of the village as well, circling around to the road, and entering that way, so no one would notice I had been trailing them.

"I walked into the tavern, sat down at a table near the door, dropped my stuff, and leaned my walking stick against the wall. Anne and Phillip were following the bar wench upstairs where the tavern had rooms to rent. I noticed another person at the bar watching them, and figured I could pass the time trying to get any local information about Phillip that could be had.

"'Hey', I said, and introduced myself. He was the local blacksmith, and had been making some items for Phillip. He said Phillip wanted the items before he showed up. I tried, but couldn't get him to tell me what he had the blacksmith make. Phillip told him he would be very sorry if he told anyone, and the blacksmith believed him. I didn't push it. That did confirm for me that something was up. I began to ask another question when I noticed Anne and the wench coming down. Anne picked up some food that had obviously been requested when they had checked in. Seizing the opportunity, I got up, walked over to her, and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Anne?", I asked, and leaned on the counter. Anne turned around, and I could tell immediately that she didn't recognize me. Not too unexpected. I had man style stubble now, and was about 120 pounds heavier.

"You don't remember me, do you?

"No..."

I'm Bryce."

"Bryce!", she exclaimed, put the food down on the counter, and hugged me. "Wow, you've grown up. Has it been that long since I've been home? Why, you're a man now."

"You haven't changed a bit", I said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say I was older than you. Are you still with that wizard Phillip?" I asked that question because I wanted to see her reaction. I expected her to be unhappy. The look I got, though, was unreadable.

"Are you staying for the festival?", Anne asked, in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

"I'm really just passing through. I'm on my way back home, but I saw the festival, and thought I'd stay here for the night.

"Great! We're here for just the one night, but I really want to catch up on what's going on back home. Can you meet me down here in about an hour.

"Sure.", I said, and went to sit back down. As I did I noticed she was still watching me. I'd seen that look before. Women looked at me that way all the time. I knew that at least I had a chance. Anne took the food back upstairs, and I sat down to resume my talk with the blacksmith, grinning. He looked at me and said "I wouldn't be smiling were I you. I don't know what you're planning, but I'd stay away from that one. She's the wizards wife."

"I know", I said looking right into his eyes. "I'm an old friend of hers, and we have a lot to catch up on."

The blacksmith looked back at me, and then stood up. "I would avoid getting the attention of that wizard if I were you. He doesn't like ANYONE talking to her." He dropped some coins on the table, and left. I went ahead and ordered dinner from the wench. Heather was her name, and she was sixteen. I innocently flirted with her to pass the time. The bartender owned the place, and she was his youngest daughter, and the only one still at home. I asked her about Phillip, and she said that they had rented both rooms, and checked into the big room on the right at the top of the stairs. The other upstairs room was smaller, and had no windows. She didn't know why they had rented both, but that maybe they just wanted their privacy.

I really didn't think anything about it, and continued my innocent flirtation. Two hours passed quickly, and finally Anne came down. I told Heather I would talk to her later, and got up as Anne came over. Sitting down, she said "Hi. Oh, don't be all chivalrous, sit down."

I sat down, and as I did, I noticed that she had put on some perfume. Was it for me or Phillip? "So, how have you been doing? What's it like to be the wife of a wizard?"

She sighed, and said "It's not all its cracked up to be. He's very private, and he cares more about his magic than me. Most days I may see him in passing, and that's all. I feel more like a maid, than a wife. As a matter of fact, he's working on some new spell or incantation or potion right now."

"He should be busy treating you like a queen. Well, his loss is my gain. Would you like something to drink?"

"I never get to come to town, so I don't drink much. What would you suggest?"

"I understand that they have some very good ale here."

"I would love one."

I waved to Heather, and she came over. I ordered two glasses, and Heather walked away with a barely concealed scowl. I think she was jealous. It was cute. We just looked at each other, and the drinks came. We spent the next two hours with me catching her up on all the local happenings. She was surprised to find out that her younger brother had gotten married, and I got the feeling she felt very isolated. We continued to talk, and I think the ale was getting to her, because she seemed to be overtly flirting with me, though I may have been doing some flirting of my own.

By this time, the place had pretty much cleared out. She said she needed to go to bed, and began walking toward the stairs. She was wobbling from side to side. When she got to the stairs, she looked back at me and said "I don't think I can make it up the stairs alone. Can you help me?" Her eyes were bright, and in retrospect I think she was exaggerating the level of her own intoxication. I helped her up the stairs. When we got to the top, she walked to the door on the left, and opened the door. I didn't realize anything was up, until the door opened, and she took my hand and led me in. The room was small, and I realized immediately that this was the "other" room. I won't go into details here, but suffice it to say that the wizard would have killed me if he had walked in during the next hour.

Afterwards, I left Anne asleep, and walked back down the stairs, and out the door of the tavern, quite pleased with myself. I headed back towards home, and had gotten about an hour away, when I realized I had left my bag and staff back in the tavern. I walked back towards the village, and just as I came out of the woods (for the second time), I saw the blacksmith running towards me, carrying my bag.

"I'd run as fast as I can if I were you", he said. "The wench Heather told Phillip what you two did. I don't know what he's going to do to Anne, but I do know what he would do to you."

I decided discretion was the better part of valor, and headed back the way I had come, moving at a pretty good pace through the forest, back the way I had come, heading for home. The shortest path home led me almost past the wizard's castle, and I should have chosen another route, but I never thought the wizard could catch up with me. I still don't know how he beat me back to the castle, but when I got close to the castle, I started feeling tired. I didn't know why, but I couldn't seem to keep going. I only planned on resting for a minute, but when I woke up, I was inside the wizards castle, chained to a table. To the right of me on another table was a jar with a very large frog in it. I wondered briefly where Anne was, but decided to play dumb.

"What's going on here?" I asked pretending not to know a thing.

"You have the nerve to ask me that after destroying years of work?", the wizard practically hissed.

"I don't know what you mean. I haven't done anything. I don't even know what you're talking about.

"I have spent the last fifteen years on a potion and spell to make me stop aging. It requires five years of specific preparation using a virgin who as one of the final stages, would be sacrificed. However, you destroyed the one component I cannot recreate whilst I was preparing the final pieces made by the blacksmith you spoke with. Yes, that's right, the blacksmith told me everything, and with very little prodding."

"Let me go, it wasn't me"

"We shall see", the wizard said, and then he picked up a staff that was leaning against the wall. The staff I had accidentally left in the tavern. He poured something on it, and as he brought it closer to me, it began to glow. He touched me with it, and I blacked out. When I came to, I looked like this..."

With that the voice moved forward, and in the firelight I could see a large frog. He hopped past the fire, and up on a log next to me.

He continued, "Phillip had turned Anne into a frog, and then Me. When I woke up in a jar, I was like this. As I sat there, unable to escape, Phillip brought in his new wife. Heather, the wench. She was the one who had told Phillip what we did."

Phillip said, "You will spend the rest of your life as a frog. Anne I keep for my experimentations.

With that, he picked up my jar, and walked to the front door. He carried me out, and then dumped me on the ground.

"I would hop away as fast as you can. The Spell has one additional effect. If you're still within two miles of this castle come tomorrow at dawn, you will lose all memory of who you were, and be just another frog."

"Well, you'd better believe I started hopping away as fast as I could. The only consolation I had was that I knew what was going to be Heather's reward in the end. I'll tell you what. Never mess with a wizards woman."

The frog sat there in silence, looking at me, waiting for a response. I sat there staring at the fire, thinking for a second about what he said, when my stomach growled again. Immediately, a solution to my problem presented itself, and you know what, they DO taste like chicken.

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