I stood up, dusting the dirt off of my clothes before I started to move ahead again. Despite what had just happened, I found that I wasn't as worried as I had been. I didn't know why this caused such a big change in my approach towards the situation but it did. Somehow, the fact that I had gotten so scared of a frog, made me feel like I needed to make sure that something like this didn't happen again. After all, I had been able to face both Anastasia and Hades, looked the Gargoyle right in it's face without even blinking. And yet, the frog had turned me into a weak, fearful being. And I hated myself for allowing that to happen.
Focusing on where I was going, was much easier than thinking about where I had come from. I could only begin to imagine what Hades would have done if he had witnes
