25. S1 Finale: Reunion Pt 1

Internship is over! I am now a free man (until I have to write my thesis blarg). Thanks for staying with my story this entire time and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Also, I totally predicted Sasha's parents being neglectful. So go me! I am a prophet (for frogs apparently).

And for that reviewer Darren, don't beat yourself up too much. My stories all have grammatical errors and issues. You're a good writer! I'm sure of it :)

It's always scary to move to a new place. No matter how young or old, it's always a daunting experience. And it didn't matter how many times you did it; you'd never get used to it.

Sasha only ever experienced it once.

At the outskirts of a playground, a small girl stared at the colourful plot of fun. She watched as kids ran around, playing tag or hide-n-seek, or making sandcastles and swinging on swings. They looked so happy, having fun with each other as the friends they were.

She gripped her jacket tightly as if trying to rip it off.

This was a new neighbourhood. She had recently moved in from across the state. Her father told her that he got a new position at a big company and they had to move as it paid well. Her mother also had plans in the big city, something about pursuing her studies. Sasha was only a small child at that time and so, she didn't really understand the concept of moving. She thought it was like a vacation except now, a week later, she finally understood.

She used to live in this big family house with her cousins, aunts and uncles. Now, it was just her and her parents. The house was deathly quiet.

"Come on, you can do this. You're Sasha Waybright! You can do anything! It's just a new place. How hard can it be?" Baby Sasha whispered to herself.

She had been stuck in the house for a week, helping them unpack. Since it was a new neighbourhood, her parents forbade her from going anywhere without them. She was honestly sick of it and wanted to go somewhere and not just the backyard. So, she did what any reasonable child would do and sneaked out.

She was 5 years old. She can handle herself. She even brought her favourite chocolates just in case.

"Just f-find someone and be friends. It can't be that hard, right?" Sasha guessed. To be fair, she didn't have much experience of making friends outside of a closed environment. It's a lot easier to know one another when you're stuck in the same room.

Sasha took her first step, the dirt underneath her shoes scrunching, and suddenly, the world stopped.

All the kids and adults froze and in tandem, their eyes turned towards her. The playground had changed and the usual sounds of cheer were replaced with deathly silence. From the perspective of a child, the world felt huge and under pressure, it felt massive.

Why were they staring at her? What did she do? Their gazes were empty and lifeless and yet, every breath she took, every drop of sweat that poured out of her, she was judged. No matter what action or event, they all stood in place, static and soundless. Even the very act of nothing, she could feel their stares pushing down on her with overwhelming force.

She closed her eyes but the stares didn't stop. She gritted her teeth, puckered her lips and stood stiffer than a statue but the stares continued, appraising her very presence.

Sasha wanted to go home. That's when she heard a pair of screams.

The girl quickly turned towards the source, ignoring everything else. There, by the swings, two older girls appeared and with their age superiority, snatched the swings away from a pair of kindergarteners, pushing them to the ground.

One of the older girls smirked nastily. "Oh, how cute. Now beat it. These swings are ours." She said with a Southerner's accent. The misplaced pair, knowing there was nothing they could do, began tearing up.

Time moved forward again. The stares disappeared, the sun returned and everyone continued to play and smile, as if she was never in their sights. All that mattered to her at the moment were the kindergarteners being bullied.

That was mean. Sasha hated meanies.

"Not so fast, evildoers! Leave those kids alone!"

From across space and time, atop the slide, a hero appeared! One named Sasha Waybright, kid-protector of kids. Having quickly climbed the slide, she leapt down and charged at the mean teens, leaping in for a flying kick. The kindergarteners gasped in amazement at how brave and daring this hero was.

She missed, crashing across the ground instead like a custard pie thrown by a clown.

'Owowowowow…' Baby Sasha's inner mind whined. But she wasn't a quitter. After getting back up, she immediately charged at them again, only to miss and get a face-full of sand. Even after that, she didn't give up. On her third try, she charged at them with her squeaky toy-sized fists but tripped on herself and landed a metre off her mark.

One of the teens looked at her uncomfortably. "Yeah… This is getting weird."

Her friend nodded. "Yep, we're out of here. Enjoy your swings, babies."

Sasha, scuffed and bruised from the incredible fight, watched as the two teens leave and smiled. 'I won? I won!'

"You better run! You meanies!" She yelled, raising her fist in victory.

"We don't care!"

Her smile widened. They retreated in fear, at least that's what she believed. Standing up, she patted the dirt off of her the best she could. Her parents wouldn't like her being dirty.

As she cleaned herself up, she heard a shuffling behind her and in typical Sasha fashion, immediately turned with two fistfuls of justice! Though, much to her surprise, it was just the two kids from before. The damsels in distress, so to speak.

This was it, Sasha! This was her chance to make friends!

"… Swings are all yours!" She said before briskly walking away.

"Hey, you wanna swing with us?"

Sasha stopped, turning back around. One of the girls — one with dark skin and a perfectly good pair of shoes — extended a warm open hand. Sasha stared at the hand, nervous as to how to react.

"U-uhm… I-I'd like that!" She replied, blushing and grabbing the hand in return.

The new girl smiled. "I'm Anne, by the way. This is Marcy."

"Hiya!" The other girl Marcy shouted.

The blonde girl grinned widely. "I'm Sasha. Sasha Waybright!" She then reached into her pockets and pulled out a few drops. "Want some chocolate?"

It can't be…

Sasha rubbed her eyes, clearing up her lenses. Was the fog playing tricks on her? Maybe she drank something that she shouldn't have? But even after a few blinks, the figure in front of her still existed. Sure, the armour was new and there were twigs and leaves in her hair, but it was undeniable.

She was there, right in front of her.

"Anne?"

The new girl, upon hearing her name, widened her eyes. "Sasha?!"

At that very moment, the loudest fangirl screeches in existence were produced. With a whopping 140 decibels, it was far above human limitations and was loud enough to even shatter glass. Thankfully, they were outside and far away from any windows to do any damage. Although, the same couldn't be said to those nearby.

Grime, captain of Frog Valley's Toad Tower, unclogged his hearing holes. "Well, that nearly blew my eardrums."

"Oh my god, Anne! I've missed you sooooo much!" Sasha gushed, a bright smile adorned on her face. "Honestly, I didn't even know if you got sent here too but I got your bag so I really assumed!"

Anne, who also smiled, raised a brow. "Wait, you have my bag?"

"Yeah… Don't get mad but I might've used a few things." She explained impishly. "But who cares about that?! I'm so glad to see you're here and okay!"

The Thai girl blushed. "Heh, thanks!" She replied, before looking downwards towards Sasha's casted leg. "I wish I could say the same with you."

"Oh, this? Pfft, it's nothing. I just…"

"Fell down some stairs." Sprig answered.

"Fell down some stairs." Sasha repeated. "No biggie."

"Are you sure? And not because of some toads?"

Sasha blinked as the blood drained from her face. "… Oh. You heard about that."

"It's how we found you. The report we received was very informative." Grime remarked.

Before the two girls could continue, the single frog in the group walked forward. Reaching his hand out, he began introducing himself. "Hi, there! I'm Sprig! Sasha's BFF of this universe! I guess you could say we're BFF-in-laws!"

Anne stared at the mucus-laden pink hand in front of her and queasily gulped. "Hehe, right…" Slowly, she reached out and grabbed his, shaking it courteously despite the stickiness. "Anne Boonchuy. You can just call me Anne."

Sasha stared at the pair of hands, shaking with a firm grip. Throughout her time in Wartwood, everyone with who she tried to shake hands always prompted to lick her palm. It happened too many times to the point of her being desensitized. Over time, Sasha assumed that that was how they shook hands in this universe.

Now, she realised she had been duped.

"What brings you here, Anne?" Sprig asked, ignoring the harsh glares of the blonde girl next to him.

Anne rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously, I'm here to meet my best friend. Why else?"

"Cool." Sprig nodded. "And the toad army at the back?" He asked, his cheerful expression unchanged.

Anne stared at the boy frog for a second, processing what he meant. Finally realising what this looked like, she slapped herself in the forehead. "Oh right, almost forgot about that! Yeah, I can see what you mean. Uh, could you guys tell the townsfolk about us being here? We've got an announcement to make."

Sasha raised a brow but decided not to ask. "Um, sure. Sprig, you go tell them. Oh, but grab my wheelchair first!"

"Already on it!"

After Sprig calmly addressed the situation — as if that helped at all — the toads slowly marched their way into town and consequently, the party as well. What began as a joyous occasion to celebrate the end of the year, turned sour the moment the toad soldiers stepped in the light. Mothers huddled with their sons, friends with friends and Toady with Toadstool. The mayor wasn't afraid of toads entering town but his loyal assistant was.

It was definitely menacing to see a bunch of toads surround the townsfolk this way, but the tense air was lifted once Sasha added her side of the story. She introduced Anne to the townsfolk and it went something like this:

"Dear gads, there's two of them!"

"We can barely handle one of them!"

"Why is she not pink like ours?"

"Oh my frogs, Monroe! You can't just ask someone why they're not pink!"

So in summary, it went well.

Quickly taking over, Captain Grime announced a special party was being held at Toad Tower and that all of Wartwood was invited. It was to celebrate the reunion of these two girls, separated by fate and evil magics. Toad Tower invested much of its valuable resources to ensure they'd meet again someday and with one found, they were one step closer to their ultimate goal.

So touched by his words and large heart, the Wartwood citizens cheered and accepted his invitation. Grime smiled, which ended up ruining the mood and making a nearby pollywog burst into tears.

Loaded up into the Party Barge, the townsfolk and toads headed straight to Toad Tower, dancing along the way. Meanwhile, Sasha and the Plantars received the VIP service and rode there via personal carriages. Since there was not enough space, the girls took one carriage while the Plantars and Grime took another.

Sasha looked at Anne, awed. "Wow… Like seriously, this is mind-blowing. Like, where have you been this entire time? What did you do?"

"Well, after we got hit by that bright light, I got sent to the middle of the woods. There, Grime found me and kinda kept me prisoner." Anne explained. "It wasn't that bad, by the way! Eventually, I proved myself to him and became an honorary toad. In fact, I'm now his lieutenant."

"Woah… That's crazy!" Sasha said with a laugh. "You're really climbing up the ladder. Luck-Ky! Meanwhile, I got stuck in this backwater town. A little secret between you and me: I don't really like these people. They're the worst."

Anne chuckled. "They can't be that bad, right?"

Sasha raised a finger, ready to rant all of the negatives the townsfolk had and tear them a new one but… nothing came out. She could clearly picture all of the events but for some reason, she couldn't say it. Sure, her experiences hadn't been ideal but…

Sasha weakly lowered her hand, unable to give a response. "Hehe…

Anne raised a brow, confused. Sasha usually gave out answers directly and with confidence but for a brief moment, she noticed a certain hesitance in her tone. Did something happen while Sasha was at Wartwood? Anne wanted to enquire but decided against it.

Eventually, after a little bit more small talk, they all arrived at Toad Tower. The fort was in a state of disrepair and could've seen better days but at least it was standing. Stopping at the courtyard, the doors to the Party Barge opened, letting its passengers out. Anne quickly took the lead and stood in front of everyone, waving her hand up for display.

"Welcome to Toad Tower! It's still a bit under repair but we'll be done soon enough. Though, it's still pretty neat, right?" Anne exclaimed. She then stepped aside, showing a large pair of wooden doors leading to the main structure. "The banquet's just through that door. Enjoy!"

With excited murmurs, the people of Wartwood entered the castle with eagerness. They had a large selection of meals back at the Frog of the Year party, so who knew what the tree girl would have in store? If Sasha could provide something so spectacular, then so could Anne.

Following the crowd, the Plantars also entered the tower. But before they did, Sprig noticed a resident of theirs weren't with them. Turning around, he saw the blonde girl still chatting up a storm with the new human. "Sasha, you coming?" Sprig asked.

"Oh, sorry, Sprig. I'm thinking of going with Anne for a bit. We've got a lot of hanging out to do, don't we?" Sasha stated, nudging her best friend with her elbow.

Anne straightened herself. "R-right, sure."

Sprig frowned a bit but it quickly returned to his cheery smile. "Okay! See you in a few!"

Honestly, he wanted to spend more time with Sasha and his best friend-in-law Anne but the two girls haven't seen each other for a long time. It wasn't his place to barge in-between them just because he didn't want to be left out. He learnt that lesson already. Leaving the two alone, Sprig continued on and followed everyone else to the banquet.

Now by their own, Sasha playfully slung her arm around Anne, pulling the girl down and close. "Well, how about it, Anne? Aren't you going to show your guest around?"

"O-oh yeah, why not? Hehehe…" Anne said with a nervous stutter, lifting Sasha's arm off. "Come on. My room's this way."

With Anne pushing Sasha's wheelchair, they strolled their way to her quarters. Although linked to the main castle, Anne decided to take a different route to avoid the crowd. Toad Tower had many doorways with simple but winding layouts, similar to forts back on Earth. It seemed that even in other worlds, some things never changed.

The stairs were an issue though.

"Well, crud. This place is obviously not wheelchair-friendly." Sasha huffed. For all those wheelchair folk she made fun of (which was none. She wasn't that mean.), she apologized.

Anne, however, didn't seem bothered. "Here, let me help." She said. With Sasha's permission, Anne slid her arms underneath the blonde and hoisted her up, carrying her like a princess. Sasha, having never been carried this way, blushed.

"W-wow, Anne. You've gotten strong. Can't say I hate it." Sasha complimented, feeling the Thai girl's toned biceps on her back.

Meanwhile, in Newtopia, a mysterious cloaked figure sneezed. She wasn't sure why but she was feeling really jealous at the moment.

Back at Toad Tower, Anne climbed the stairs with Sasha in her arms before finally reaching the top floor.

Anne coughed. "So… Sprig, huh? You two seem close."

Sasha casually shrugged. "Oh yeah, you could say that. The Plantars took me in and got me a place to stay. It's a pretty good deal."

"I'm surprised. I thought you hated frogs."

Sasha scoffed. "I don't hate frogs. They're just icky and gross. Though, not like that bothers you. You love frogs."

Anne flinched uncomfortably, her already small figure shrinking even further. Seeing that, Sasha raised a brow, confused. Was she wrong? She always assumed that Anne liked frogs, being the outdoorsy type. Sure, getting the box for her birthday was just a joke present but she wouldn't have given Anne something she hated.

A couple of short minutes later, they finally arrived at the front door. Anne pushed it open with pizazz, revealing the mossy enclosed walls she made her own. "Behold! Casa de Anne!" she announced proudly.

Inside was nothing like what Sasha had expected. Considering her own living space, the blonde girl assumed that Anne also had a similar setting. Sasha wasn't trying to be mean but she really thought that Anne would've been living in some dusty broom closet. Instead, the whole thing blew her mind.

The room was spacious, even more so than the living room plus dining room back at the Plantars' house. She had a high-quality bed with finely-sown pillows and blankets, a 3-seater couch and coffee table for recreation space, a few banners and paintings for decoration and oddly enough, a statue of herself dabbing. There was also a pile of clothes just laying on her bed, not yet folded, and a training dummy near the wall, next to a pile of broken training dummies.

Sasha blinked. It wasn't her taste but… she was feeling a bit jelly.

Anne rubbed the back of her head, a gesture of modesty. "Hehe, yeah, it's not much but I put some elbow grease into this. It's definitely nothing compared to where you lived, right?"

"… I lived in a basement."

"… Oh." Anne coughed awkwardly. "I'm, uh, sure, it wasn't so bad."

Sasha said nothing in return. Instead, her frown slowly deepened as she stared into the room, gradually noticing more and more details. The ever-deepening depth of her frown was directly proportional to her increasing levels of jelly, and it wasn't the fruity kind.

"So, you experiment with other weapons or are you just a spear guy?" Polly curiously dallied.

Back with everyone else, the folks were taking their time. The banquet itself was… something.

Now, the party wasn't as festive as the one in Wartwood. There weren't any dancing or music outside of that one toad wearing a jester hat and a bunch of different instruments strapped onto his body. He was really killing it though but that wasn't the point.

The party was actually quite average and people either spent their time talking to one another or stacking their plate with various foods greater than their own body mass. It wasn't a bad party but it seemed as if only the bare minimum was done, except for the food. Why have a party if you weren't going to make it great? It's as if the party was just a cover for something else.

But that would be ridiculous.

"One more, and one more." At the serving table, Hop Pop was helping himself with the crabs, grabbing more and more crustacean legs into his plate. He only had one experience with crabs this year and it wasn't a particularly positive one. So he might as well balance it out. "Ooo, maybe one more. Last one."

Next to him, Sprig looked around, feeling wary. "Hey, Hop Pop? Don't you think it's a bit odd?"

"Odd like how they have crab legs despite being in the middle of a deadly forest with no ocean in sight? Probably. Here, load up on crab legs. These babies go fast."

"No, not like that. We literally fought a crab, like, a few weeks ago." Sprig stated. "I mean, don't the toads seem a little... on edge?" Sprig noted.

Literally, by every door and window, toad soldiers stood on guard, their sharp spears at the ready. They were nervous and stressed from the looks of it and had kept a distance from the guests. Some would say they were being courteous but based on Sprig's limited worldview of toads, it seemed suspicious.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be the only one concerned as Hop Pop shrugged disinterestedly. "Eh, they're a militarized culture, Sprig. I'm not surprised they don't know how to let loose."

Sprig crossed his arms with a frown. "Ah, forget this. I'm gonna go find Sasha."

"Good idea. We can fit her wheelchair with more crab legs!"

On his own, Sprig embarked on the daring quest to the other side of the ballroom. He manoeuvred around the other guests, making his way to the entrance. There, a lone toad guard stood, his puffy balloon-like cheeks drenched in sweat. Walking up to him, Sprig raised a hand to greet.

"Hey, pal, I'm just gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air—"

The toad guard gripped his iron spear tighter. "No! Sorry! Uh, you frogs aren't allowed to leave this room!" He nervously said.

How suspicious… Sprig rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We're not allowed to leave? Why's that?" He questioned.

Being caught red-handed, the toad guard quickly attempted to salvage. "U-uh... I've said too much! P-please, just return to the party and remain calm."

Sprig paused. So he was refused answers, eh? The suspicious levels have drastically skyrocketed. It reminded him of that one show Sasha described a month or so back. Something about a bunch of people being stuck on an island? He would've loved to watch it.

Still, the toad looked like he was about to pass out. Maybe he should dial it down a bit…

Sprig took a deep breath, in and out. "Remain calm. You got it, buddy."

The toad, so eager to trust the words of a random frog child, gave a sigh of relief. "Whew, thanks, kid."

"No prob!" And with a friendly wave, Sprig strolled back to the crowd. Peculiarly enough, he then began to climb a nearby empty table. The toad guard had no idea why but he didn't know any frogs personally so it could probably just be a frog child thing.

Sprig looked back at the unnamed guard and with a trustworthy smile, he gave a thumbs up.

In response, the guard returned the gesture. Everything was going well.

"HEY, EVERYONE! THIS IS A SHAM! WE'RE NOT GUESTS! WE'RE PRISONERS!"

Faster than the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, the whole banquet turned into a mass panic. The unnamed toad guard could only watch in horror as the masses turned animalistic, flipping tables and throwing food around. And through the chaos, his eyes met with the cheerful and kind young boy frog from before.

The guard stared into his eyes and all he saw was fire.

Siiiippp…

Sasha let out a pleasured sigh. "Bbbrr, you have no idea how much I missed hot coco." She said, taking another long and tasteful gulp of the wonderful concoction in her hands. With the cup warming her frigid hands and the comfy robes she was wearing, she had to admit; this was bliss. "You don't seem to be drinking your portion."

Anne laughed nervously. "H-haha, don't worry about me! I've got a lot more. So, uh, enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I will." Sasha said cheekily, drinking her cup down halfway. "Oh yeah, still super good. Also, you did pretty good with yourself here, Anne! Love the dab statue, by the way. Totally not cringeworthy."

She said that in such a passive-aggressive way, it was hard to tell whether she was being genuine or the jelly leaked again. Anne gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Anne smiled awkwardly. "Thanks, Sasha. It's… nice to hang out again. You have no idea how hard it's been." Anne spoke. "I mean, you had your fair share of adventures too, I'm sure."

Sasha took another long sip. She's practically worshipping the coco-milk mixture. "Mmm, yep. Lots of adventures. Hopefully, never again."

Anne nodded with a relieved sigh. "Yeah, I get ya. I fought an ant queen with my bare hands. It was the scariest moment of my life! But since then, nothing too spectacular happened." She narrated, before clenching her fist with vigour. "But once we squash out these terrorists, we'll go find Mar-Mar and head back home."

Sasha paused. "Wait, terrorists?"

"Oh, you didn't hear? Frog Valley's been hit by a few acts of terrorism, and it's just riots everywhere. And all because some frog decided to be a jerk to law enforcement."

Sasha did not like the sound of that. "O-oh, you don't say...? You don't happen to know this frog, right?"

"Personally, not a clue. But I got a name and a picture." Anne said. From underneath a bunch of papers on the table, she pulled out a wanted poster. "Hopadiah Plantar, Toad Tower's most wanted."

There, in full print, was a picture of the one and only Hopadiah Plantar. The picture was extremely well-drawn and highly detailed, though with cartoonish features and exaggerations. Sasha even noticed the signature at the edge — Anne's name in cursive. Ever since Marcy taught her about trademarks and watermarks, she's been doing that with everything she drew. The blonde used to be peeved about it, considering her own drawing skills, but that wasn't the issue right now.

Taking a swift sip, Sasha immediately spat across the table. "WHAT?!" She shrieked, baffled. "Hop Pop's not a terrorist! The only thing he terrorises is me with his crusty feet and poison-making he calls cooking!"

"That's not what the newspapers say." Anne replied. On cue, she spread the papers on the table, showing the various headlines and news relating to the old frog. A couple revealed actual news such as when he contested against Mayor Toadstool during the mayoral elections, or how he single-handedly gave up all of his belongings to save the town. Though, most of the articles were… very questionable…

"Folks see him as some kind of a rebel leader, a symbol of fighting injustice. And that's making it hard for everyone." Anne explained. "Look, I like underdog heroes fighting for the little guys but after working with the toads, I kinda understand what they're going through. He needs to face the law or otherwise, things are only going to get worse."

Sasha stared at her best friend, confounded by her words. When has Anne ever cared about the law? Back on Earth, they broke so many rules and disregarded authority all the time. Sometimes, they even roped Marcy into their hijinks. She knew that Anne was always a goody-two-shoes but Anne never had a problem causing mischief before.

Right?

"… This is stupid." Sasha growled. "Hop Pop didn't do anything! So why don't you tell your toad buddies to back. Off."

Anne frowned. "What, you have a soft spot for frogs? You hate frogs."

"Maybe I did! They're icky and gross and all sorts of nasty! But they're also the only family that took me in. They're the ones that gave me a place to stay and food to eat. I wouldn't expect you to understand. I mean, look at this place! You're basically royalty!"

Anne began to glare. "Hey! I worked hard to get all of this! I put up with a lot of stuff to get where I am!"

"And I'm putting my foot down and telling you straight; Hop Pop's no terrorist. Call off the party. Everyone's going back to their homes now." Sasha ordered, the room turning cold. "End. Of. Discussion."

The moment Anne heard those words, it shook her down to her bones. She flinched back, a sudden wave of negative emotions flowing through her. Frustration, anxiety, resentment and many more she couldn't name. It was a cacophony of distress and she haven't felt this way for a while. She's felt rage before and trepidation numerous times but not in this combination.

The last time she felt this way was when Sasha pushed her to steal the box.

That's when it clicked.

Anne calmed down as the epiphany lifted a weight off her heart. She finally got her answer. "I really did hope you changed but… Grime was right. You're just the same as always."

Sasha raised a brow. "What the heck are you talking about?"

However, before she could ask any further, her vision began to blur and her senses dulled. Her whole body felt heavy and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't lift a finger. Her strength was slowly fleeting. "W-what the…"

At that moment, the hot coco fell from her hands, staining the carpet with its chocolatey goodness. And with it, Sasha's weakened body, still trying to stay awake.

"Sorry, Sasha. I promise that nothing will happen to you or anyone other than the criminal. So, sleep." Anne said, lowering herself to a knee. "I promise they'll be safe."

Despite her consciousness continuing to slip away, Sasha held on. "A-Anne, don't…"

Ultimately, it was proven too much. The dose she put was already above necessary but she needed to be sure. Sasha was a tenacious one and considering these powers, there was no telling how she'd react. Anne needed her to be completely out cold for as long as needed. It made her feel gross to take advantage of Sasha this way but there was no other choice.

What's done is done.

Behind her, a toad walked forward and looked at the unmoving girl. "So… what now, ma'am?"

"Bring Sasha to her cell and make sure it's comfortable. She'll be out for a whole day at least."

"Yes, ma'am!" The toad said with a salute and after signalling his buddies, they hoisted Sasha and carried her to the dungeons.

It was the one place she belonged.