Marty was even more amazed when he got to the gates. There weren’t any guards at the gates. The stone stopped right there and they jumped into the water that paved the streets. Vatraca lead him troughout the main road – the widest one. In the end there was a tall building; a big square two story house with a five story tower. He noticed that many frog people would stop and look at them. Did they recognized Vatraca?
On their way Marty realized the variety of streets that shaped the city. He noticed a market, a square with fancy buildings – maybe a library or something. The werefrogs were similar to him; he wondered if everyone there used to be a human like him before being turned into a frog.
They arrived at the palace, the guards wearing a helmet and spears let them come through. She hopped around. The interior was luxurious and actually bright. It reminded the National Geographic docs on ancient tribes.
“Where’s the king” Vatraca asked to a servant, an older frog woman.
“In the garden’s chair. And prepare for a rant, young lady!”
Vatraca shrugged it off and proceeded to lead Marty trough the building to the garden: the square in the middle wich was filled with water, and an artificial luxurious waterfall where the werefrog king sat.
“Always stand on your fours when in front of the king!” she commented.
They got inside the garden throne room: a table with fruit was displayed; many servant frogs wearing leave clothes walked around with balls of food, wine, food and etc. The announcer announced them and the room got a little bit quieter. Vatraca hopped towards her father and after a normal parenting rant she introduced Marty.
The king was more frog than people. He was a gigantic frog who sat like a man and had white long hair and a fu-munchu white beard. His skin was yellowish green and his webbed hands were in some parts frilled. He had a deep warming voice.
“You say you were a human, huh?”
“Yes, your Majesty” he said. The king smiled towards the politeness.
“That’s more casual than you may think. So what brings you here?”
“Your Majesty, because you are the king of werefrogs I thought you could help me to become human again!”
“Nonsense. Why would you prefer to be human to werefrog?” his servants laughed. Marty didn’t answer because he was afraid of the outcome, something like a raged king.
“But oh well, I’ll send you to the priest, he might know what to do. Meanwhile I thank you for having taken care of my young rebellious daughter.” He kindly said making Vatraca’s eyes roll.