A Frog's Blessing on this Wonderful Galaxy: Chapter 11

A Frog Finds His Groove

When Kermit first woke up amongst the stars, he was as confused as a chameleon stuck inside a barrel full of gumdrops. There were all sorts of new sights and sounds that it took him a while till he got his bearings. Even now, he's still findinding new things to surprise him and none was more mysterious than the Warp.

Sea of Souls they call it, a reflection of the living world where all sorts of terrifying and mysterious beings lurked. While he didn't know much about it, he learned much from Jaghatai to be wary of it. "So long as I don't stare too long into it, I should be fine?" he told his teachers as they discussed the nature of this dimension.

He knew little of the place and he'd rather not think much of it as it reminded him too much of the ocean's depth, but the Clown was quite insistent that he needed to know it to learn of his heritage and power. Why did he even need to learn about it when he knew it was dangerous? As far as he knows, it's where that monster came from, and that's why his ancestors had to tunnel through this stuff.

Stroking his chin, his mentor replied, "Hmm, I see that Jaghatai thought you well enough, but let's first clear up some of your misconceptions, shall we?" Opening the giant book, Kermit soon found himself gazing into a sea of chaotic colors swirling across the pages. It was mesmerizing, drawing him in. He didn't know why, but it felt like… home.

"The Warp isn't just another dimension that just so happens to be attached to our reality, oh no, it's much more than that," Cegorach grinned as he dipped his hands into the page before grabbing the very edge of the image. "It is the very reflection of our own," he told him as he flipped it, letting it stumble wildly inside the pages.

Like some coin being tossed, the image spun revealing the stars and the planets of the galaxy underneath. Each star and each planet, sporting a counterpart of equal brightness on the other side. Stopping it midway, Cegorach held the image standing up, showing both sides were simply the other side of each other.

As a star collapsed on one side, ripples spread out across the other, stirring the ever chaotic sea. "Every thought, every dream, every last emotion you and everyone else feel and experience, made manifest inside the sea," Isha whispered as the clown god set the image aside, letting it return back to the pages.

"And what is a soul if not the collection of all our experiences?" The goddess explained as Kermit frowned, thinking much on the subject.

"Wait, if this is where people's emotions manifest, then why are there demons here?" He asked as he was reminded of the colors of those four creatures from the warp. How can something so twisted and terrible come from the sea if it was just people's experience?

"Well, when she said all emotions, I mean ALL of it," Cegorach chuckled darkly as he flipped the page revealing twisted images that had his eyes watering and monsters straight out from his nightmares. Rotting, twisting, oozing and pulsating in nauseating ways. Kermit felt like he was going to be sick just by looking at it.

"Ever thought what'd happen if an entire race of beings murderfuck their way across the reality?" The man asked as Kermit felt a shiver of fear run up his spine. The man's usually cheerful demeanor suddenly shifted as he spoke those words. There were no jokes.

Swallowing thickly, Kermit answered, "Ummm… Bad things?" He didn't have to think hard to imagine how things can get if the very worst emotions could filter in. Commorragh was bad enough before things calmed down. All the rage, the hate, and sadness that probably happened behind closed doors, but amplified across an entire species?

"Very Bad Things. I think you met them before!" The man cheerfully replied as the light in their eyes returned once more. "And yes, she's literally made of rape. She's a piece of work I tell you," the man added with a shake of his head.

"I… don't know what to think about that," Kermit paled as Isha comforted him. It was good that he got to Isha before that snake got to her. Who knows what they could have done to her!

"Well, you shouldn't as her birth made a lot of people angry and is widely regarded as a bad move," the man replied as he flipped the pages once more, showing people worshipping a deity upon a golden throne.

"The thing about Reality and the Sea of Souls is that this isn't just a one way street," Cegorach continued as the king upon the throne acted, smithing daemons and calming the storms around the stars. "What happens out there, happens here and vice versa. Every action will have a reaction and get enough people to feel something or think something, then things happen and it can get really really weird~" He added.

Looking at the man, Kermit wondered. If thoughts, emotions, and even prayer could bring a being to life, then does it mean this is how gods are born? "Then does that mean I'm like them?" he asked. He didn't remember being made, but it could just be a false memory…

"No Kermit, you aren't like her. You're far more than that." Isha replied, making him sigh out in relief before he perked. "While we gods are born from the same sea, our origins couldn't be as far apart from one another," She explained as she gazed up at him.

"We are made the thoughts of mortals," She replied wistfully as the image shifted upon the page, showing an elf surrounded by branches, her, walking amongst her people as they tended to the gardens. For a moment, she stared longingly at the image, watching as a young woman reached up to her fingers, before she flipped the page.

From gods and daemons, now he saw a sea that was much calmer and less chaotic, yet ever so bright. For a moment, he thought the egg he saw was just a mere figment of his imagination, but it grew, gathering the sea around it before it hatched, revealing a tiny tadpole alone in the sea.

Soon, more would appear and this tadpole would grow, changing and shifting until they became more mature, more like him. He stared at a stylized image of himself as they reached for the stars, shaping it to their will. "You on other hand are born from your very own thoughts; The Sea of Soul itself made manifest. A species who lives and breathes the very aether that makes the souls of beings," She whispered as the Old Ones jumped down into the sea before surfacing out into reality.

"This brings me back to the current subject at hand," Cegorach spoke up, making Kermit shift his attention to the other god. "The Warp can affect reality, but that requires an immense amount of will as you are literally forcing reality to bend to your will," He explained before he looked up at him in amusement. "But you and I aren't lacking in that department."

As Cegorach flipped the page once more, Kermit saw a stylized diagram of his species. Unlike those found in the hospital, his insides looked more like the layers of onions, with each slice getting progressively dark, probably to indicate there were more packed in those layers.

There were shapes similar to organs, but from the looks of it, he was made entirely of the stuff that was found here. "You aren't just made of the warp, you are the warp or atleast a living chunk of it," He told him as a wide smile stretched across his lip.

"And since we're made of the warp, we simply have to push our will into reality," The man said as he flipped the book once more, showing the galaxy once more. As he held it in front of him, Kermit couldn't help but feel drawn into it until he blinked.

One moment, they were sitting upon the library, and the next thing he knew, he was floating once more in space. "I am cheating a bit, as we are deep in the warp, but my library is a pocket of real space so it should count," He laughed as if he hadn't just warped reality.

Flying off down to the galaxy, Kermit would find himself drawn with him along with Isha, where they would find a lone planet inhabited by the Aeldari… or rather people far more primitive than the ones he'd seen. They were riding upon dinosaurs of all things.

"Actually pushing our will upon reality can be tricky as you are trying to affect something that's literally in the other room from where you are," Cegrach replied as he reached down, laying his finger against the back of a villager, before he added, "But we managed."

Flicking his fingers, his digit passed through the man, but the wind would blow, pushing him in the arms of a woman. As they gaze met, Kermit saw love in their eyes. "That's actually sweet of you," He told the god.

Bowing dramatically, the clown replied, "I try my best to make wonderful stories." Gazing down at the planet, he sighed dramatically, "This galaxy has far too much tragedy these days. Not enough sappy good endings or comedy." As the man grinned, Kermit frowned, until he followed the man's gaze. It seems that the man's mother, or at least his senior, was scolding him for slacking off while the woman laughed at him.

Frowning, the man grumbled, "I'm far too diminished to do other things." Turning to his companion, the god added, "Even Isha could only push things so far as our worship has long dried up." Smiling once more, he clapped his hands and the world turned back to the way it was; All three of them once more sitting in the library.

Walking up to him, the much smaller god jumped up to his shoulder before he told him, "Not you though. You my friend are not bound by our limitations. You are your own thoughts, your own soul, made manifest." Kermit tilted his head at the man. His own thoughts?

Sighing, the man explained, "Let me put it this way. Just by merely existing, you power yourself into existence and since you feed yourself, you're effectively infinite, like a snake eating its own tail." That… sounds very useful and why he never got hungry. He got peckish, yes, but he should have been starving after having just eaten sandwiches. Even the gruel should haven't been enough, yet it did.

"In fact, you have so much of it that you appear solid even outside the Sea of Souls!" The clown added as Kermit hummed.

"If I have all the power, I just need to think hard enough and it'll happen?" He asked. It seems that these gods needed prayers to even act, but he on the other hand didn't need them. Thinking about it, he could just keep throwing whatever energy he's made out of and maybe it could happen… but would he run out? What happens if he runs out?

He doesn't feel infinite. If he were, wouldn't he be bigger? Maybe he could just replenish himself, like having a phone battery that never runs out. "It's a bit more complicated as things get harder than more complex and wider reaching it becomes along with the innate resistance of other souls to such effects, so there are things far too much for even us gods," Cegorach mused, confirming his suspicion that there were limits, before he nodded, "But essentially yes."

"Just like that?" He replied sceptically. Still, it sounded a bit too good to be true. Maybe it's how he powered that punch? He just wanted to save Isha and so his body moved.

"Indeed," Isha nodded. "We can do terrible things, or great miracles, in equal measure," She warned him as she climbed up his shoulders as well. "For that, we must restrain ourselves, to think before we act, for the consequences could be dire."

Kermit nodded in agreement. It was a terrible power to be had, and maybe too much for a mortal frog like him. Still, if things were simple like that, maybe it wouldn't be too much to say he does a simple prank? "So if I wish to turn you into a marketable plushie then I could do that?" He asked, half joking at the thought. He could do it… but maybe it'd be hard to change them just like he warned?

Isha breathed in deeply as she nodded, "Well you could do that-!" However, Kermit's curiosity got the better of him. It was a simple push, a mere passing thought, as he snapped his fingers, but he failed to account for one thing; the overwhelming power behind that thought.

There was a strangled scream before Kermit suddenly felt the weight on his shoulder where Cegorach sat, lighten considerably. "But that doesn't mean you should!" Isha shrieked as she got up. Slowly, Kermit turned to his side and saw a doll that looked just like Cegorach staring back at him.

Feeling for his face, the Clown God blurted out, "Please tell me I'm a marketable plushie. I can't go back to my followers looking like a two bit knockoff!" Hearing their squeaky voices, Kermit howled in laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He apologized as the god squicked in anger. It was dick move on his part, but the Clown God had been quite cruel. This was merely payback on his head.

"Turn him back damn it!" Isha growled out as she waved her fist in warning. Wiping his tears, Kermit nodded. He had his fun. It was now time to turn him back. Given how easy it was to change him, it should be easy enough.

Kermit snapped his fingers once more, but the plushie turned into a cartoonish doll. Frowning, he tried once more, but each pushed him further and further from the god's true form. "Kermit!" Isha shouted as she stomped her heels atop his shoulder.

"I'm trying!" Kermit shouted back in panic as the realization started to sink in. He might have fucked up this time around. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to visualize them, before the thought of Isha's disappointed glare filled his mind.

With a snap of a finger, there was a crack, and Kermit stared in horror. Feeling himself, or rather herself up, the Clown Goddess grinned back at Kermit, "My my Kermit, if you were into that, you should have just asked~" Kermit felt his cheeks burn as the clown winked at him all the while Isha groan in frustration.

"This is going to take quite some time, isn't it?" Isha muttered as Kermit buried his face on his palm in shame. This was entirely on him and deserved every ridicule.

"Come on Kermit," Cegorach laughed as she leaned against him. "Am I not pretty enough for you?" She teased as Kermit desired nothing more than to be swallowed up by the earth. At least on the bright side, he shouldn't fuck up any harder, right?

-x-x-x-

After a few more tries, Kermit managed to turn things back to normal, or at least the best he could. It was actually a miracle that he hadn't done this much damage earlier, but something about that fight definitely made things easier; Far too easy in his opinion. Having learned his lesson, Kermit made sure to not to act on impulse as he listened attentively to the lessons.

"As impressive as your performance, let's start with the very basics!" Cegorach said, but it's proving hard to listen with their higher pitched voice. Biting the bullet, Kermit raised his hands.

"Oho, a question already? Quite eager, I see," The clown replied as Kermit felt his eye twitch. He could understand that they were angry and he had expected retaliation for his little prank, but not this! Staring up the feminine form of the Jester, he saw their shit eating grin grew wider.

"Is it really necessary that you teach while using that form?" He muttered as he glanced away. Yes, he know he fucked up, but did she really have to remind him every time?

"No, but it's far, far more entertaining this way," Cegorach cackled and Kermit groaned. Smiling at his torment, the goddess smiled. "Besides, a good student needs to be rewarded, yes? They wouldn't be motivated otherwise~" She teased before they bit their tongue as Isha's hand came down on their head.

"As my colleague was discussing earlier, we'll start with something simpler today," Isha told him with a strained smile, pausing briefly as she gave the clown a harsh side glare, before turning back to him. "Something that should hopefully help with your lack of… finesse," She added.

Kermit winced, but kept his mouth shut. "Now, watch closely," She instructed as she pulled out a withered flower. It started slow at first, like the song that she hummed, but soon he felt the warp stir. He could feel it molded, shaped, and slowly and ever so carefully pushed to its dried form.

The colors slowly returned to its petals as he saw the tiny light inside it flicker back to life. Once more, it bloomed and Kermit felt his lungs fill with the scent of fresh wild flowers. "Wow," He whispered, eyes wide as he stared in awe at the display.

"Just the world itself can be shaped by our souls, so too can flesh," Isha whispered as she slipped the flower on her hair where its tendrils intertwined with the other's crowning her. "In fact, it would be much easier to do so as it's far more accepting of the energies of the soul," She added.

"Is this how you healed all those people?" He asked. He distinctly remembered her helping soon after the fighting had stopped and when the city had finally fallen. Without her touch, many souls would have to join those he held

"Why yes," Isha nodded as she beamed with a radiant smile. "In fact, we'll start with that," She told him, making him pause and grimace.

"Are you sure it's alright?" He asked, unsure at the direction they were heading. He had expected maybe something akin like a Jedi training of sorts, but nothing so advanced like this! Well, she did say it's basic, but still. "We are dealing with life here, right?" he added.

"It'll be fine. It's my speciality after all!" Isha replied as she reassured him, "If anything goes wrong, we can fix it." He still had his apprehensions, but she was a master of this craft. If she thinks he is ready, maybe he should have more faith in himself.

Nodding, Isha turned to her fellow god. "Cegorach if you will," She asked as the clown saluted. Pulling out a box, the jester reached in deep, going so far as to have it all the way up to her shoulder, before pulling out a snarling creature.

Kermit reared back as the angry red thing snapped and hissed at everything and anything. For a creature that was nothing more than a mouth with legs, it was very very angry. Handing the creature over to Isha, the goddess of life tied it down on a table with vines before beckoning him over.

"This creature is called a Squig," Isha told him as she poked and prodded the creature and it was none to pleased about it. "They are some of the most basic creatures of the Ork biosphere and as with all orks, they can be all but impossible to kill," She explained.

Pulling out a small scalpel from her sleeves, she took a slice of the creature. "Observe," She said as Kermit watched in morbid fascination at Isha's methodical operation. First, the legs, then an eye, and even parts of its body, and yet it still snarled, unflinching at what it just injured. Its wounds would even close up as the flesh beneath pulsed and writhed.

"Talk about being too angry to die," He whispered in wide eyed amazement and apprehension. If these were the most basic creatures then he fears what the more advanced ones would be like.

"They were bred for conflict," Isha whispered before she let out a wistful sigh as she told him, "But that would be a story for another time." Shaking her head, she smiled once more as she walked to him and grabbed his hands. Guiding his arm to the creature, she instructed, "Now, I want you to focus here and now."Feeling the creature writhe beneath his fingers, Kermit gulped.

Covering her lips, Isha chuckled as she reassured him, "It'll be alright Kermit.'" Stroking his finger comfortingly, she added, "There is no need for speech nor thoughts, all you need is to feel." Closing her eyes, she told him, "I want you to imagine them whole. Let your heart speak where your mind could get distracted ok, and make them well once more."

"Ok," He nodded as he took deep calming breaths. "I can do this," He told himself as he followed Isha's instructions. Clear thoughts, no distractions, he told himself. He needed to be clear of mind and just see them whole.

Feeling the energy welling from his heart answer his call once more, he smiled before he pursed his lips. Swearting, he imagined their eyes returning, their wounds sealed, and even the legs returned to them… but did he need to stop at one pair of legs? With the image in mind, he pushed and hoped for the best.

Cracking his eyes open, he asked, "Did it work?" Apprehension would soon give way to wonder as he saw the creature whole once more and with an extra pair of legs to boot! They were crooked and stiff looking, but they looked more pug-like rather than the weird creature they once were.

"I did it!" He cheered as he pumped his fist while Isha clapped. He was so caught up with his excitement that he didn't notice that the creature had gotten loose after it had grown. "Oh crap," he cursed as he tried to grab the creature, but paused as he heard them… talk.

"I-I'm healed!" The orkish creature shouted in wonder as they pushed themselves up. Sitting down and feeling themselves with their paws, they exclaimed, "I'm free of pain and better than ever!" Awe struck at the sight, Kermit just stared as the creature strutted around in celebration.

"Why, I couldn't remember the last time I've felt this good," The creatures laughed before pausing as they stroked their chin and mused, "Then again, I was born yesterday!" Kermit wasn't sure which he should be more amazed off, the fact that he succeeded or the creature he healed talked better than he did.

"Impressive," Isha praised him as she poked and prodded the creature, her eyes distant as if she was staring right inside them. "I didn't know you were this knowledgeable on biology and genetics," she commented, making Kermit tilt his head.

"I'm not?" He admitted before pausing as he considered her words. Did he need to account for genetics? "I only wanted to give them legs cause they looked off balance…" He mused though his thoughts would be cut off as he saw the wide eyed look of fear in Isha's eyes.

"Oh no," the goddess whispered as she slowly backed away from the steaming creature.

Fanning themselves, the Squig mumbled, "My, it's getting quite hot in here." As a small puddle of sweat pooled down beneath the creature, Kermit saw their inner light burning with an intensity far more than any souls he'd ever seen. "Did anyone turn up the Thermostat?" They groaned out before light poured out from every orifice.

"Kermit duck!" Isha shouted as she jumped off the table with Cegorach following close. Ducking beneath the table and tucking his head beneath his arms, he braced himself before a loud pop and splat echoed in the empty hall.

He stayed there, sitting on the floor as Isha floated up the table before wincing at the sight. "Maybe Biomancy is a bit too advanced for you right now..." She whispered as vines and tendrils started to grow from the table.

"Ya think, Isha?" Cegorrach sassed back as she scowled. "That is going to stain so badly," She muttered darkly before she sighed. Reaching out to her side, she pulled out a mop from thin air before sweeping the splatters across the floor.

"Let's try something else?" Isha told him as she floated down and patted him on the shoulder while the clowns whining echoed in the background.

"Y-yeah, lets," He nodded as he gave a shaky reply. He probably wasn't suited for this type of warping. It's not like he didn't have options. He had the power! He just needs to find what suits him best.

Despite his best efforts, he'd soon learn that with great power comes with an even greater ability to fuck up.

-x-x-x-

Sitting on a bench, he watched numbly as a chunk of the crystalline wall fell down and tumbled down to the floors below. Parts of the library were blacked by fire, swathes of bookshelves toppled over, and there was even a hole to the gaping abyss outside on one of the floors. With his head hanging low, his shoulder sagged in defeat. "It's not even a week…" He whispered.

He had spent the last few days on nothing, but practicing yet all he had to show for his effort was the damage he caused. "It's all right Kermit, everyone makes mistakes during their first time. In fact you did great!" Isha assured him, but he knew that was just a lie.

"At least we know you're not lacking in the power department," Cegorach muttered as she directed her trope workers to take out the damaged books and replace them. "It's honestly quite impressive how you can mess this up that badly," The clown told them, making Kermit's shoulder sag. Cackling, she teased him, "It's almost as entertaining as watching Khaine try his hands on making a sword!"

Fortunately for his already beaten spirit, Isha was there for him. "Not now, Cegorach," She hissed, sending a glare at the clown god who backed away into a portal.

Poking her head out, she asked them, "But can you please not destroy my library?" She was quick to pull back, dodging the book Isha threw. Huffing, Isha shook her head. As much as he wanted to be angry about their teasing, Cegorrach was right to be angry.

"Sorry about the library," He apologized, wincing as the structure groaned. It did not take his "practice" sessions well. They might have gotten out of control.

"You still managed to perform all the basics within just a few days," Isha countered as she sat down beside him. "Many aspiring Psykers could only dream of having your progress," Told him, making Kermit smile wryly.

"Come on Isha, you don't have to sugar coat it," He replied as he let out a heavy sigh, "It was a disaster." Gazing around, he noted, "It's a miracle that I didn't burn the library down when I messed around with fire!" He almost jumped as fire suddenly flashed in front of him, but he was quick to stomp it out.

"See!" He pointed at the burnt spot on the tiled floor. "The only thing I learned is how to get small… and that's something," he mumbled as he rubbed his shoulder. The only consolation prize he had was that he was no longer huge.

He was now normal sized, or at least as tall as Isha was. He felt cramped inside his own skin, but it was far better than being too big for his own good. At least he no longer had to toe around things in the fear that he was going to crush them. It also helped that he could now see Isha eye to eye.

"Now, Now, Kermit, you know failure is part of learning," Isha reminded him as she patted the spot beside her. Sitting back down, he felt Isha's comforting hands on his shoulder. "You just have to believe in yourself and push yourself forward," The goddess encouraged him.

Looking away, he replied, "I tried and I've done nothing but train, but I'm still nowhere near mastering even the basics!" How can he go back to the city after being trained by literal gods and not amounting to something. "This is frustrating. What am I doing wrong!" He grumbled as he glared at the ground.

"I did everything you told me," He added as he looked up to her. "I pushed my will against the warp, but everytime somethings fuck up. It doesn't make any sense," he shouted as he threw his hands up in the air. He knew it was going to be hard, but not like this… Settling back down, Kermit felt his cheeks burn.

He feared what Isha would think, but he only found the same warm smile on her lips. "Perhaps it's not that you're doing anything wrong," She replied, making Kermit pause. "It's just that somethings wrong in here," She told him as she tapped her finger against his chest.

"Wait, I have a heart defect!" He exclaimed as he felt for his chest. Was this why his heart raced whenever he tried doing something?

"No silly, not that," Isha laughed as she covered her lips. Shifting on her seat, she leaned closer as she laid her hands on his chest. "What I meant is your heart's troubled. I see that it's not only burdened by failure, but also that of responsibility," She whispered as she looked him in the eyes before asking, "You fear what others think, don't you?"

Kermit tried to argue, but no words would come out of his mouth. Grimacing, he sighed as he admitted, "I… am." Failure doesn't feel good in any way. He wanted to avoid it much like trouble. Maybe that's why he got stuck in that office job. Clasping his hands tightly, he asked,"You know, have I ever told you that I wasn't always like this?"

"The Godling of the Emperor told us as much," Isha replied. At least he didn't have to explain things to her.

"Jaghatai did see me as what I am. Some random dude who got saddled with a destiny greater than his own," He chuckled as he gazed out of the hole he made. Peering out into the void and out to the sea outside. "I've always believed that my lifes going to be boring, that I would always remain ordinary, but all of a sudden, I became somebody," He whispered as he looked back at the days passed.

"I got to see this wonderful galaxy where I get to meet all sorts of amazing people," He shared as he looked back at her. "It can be scary, and I miss home, but something in me wanted to be here. I wanted to belong here," He whispered as he looked down on hands.

"It doesn't feel right that I just got gifted this," He told her as he clenched his fist, "I wanted to earn it." He didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to face life head on. Still… It was disheartening seeing failure after failure. He just… didn't want them to be disappointed.

"Perhaps a greater man would have done with your powers," Isha replied, making Kermit's heart sink. "But they wouldn't have your heart Kermit," She added. As Kermit looked up to her, she continued, "They wouldn't have appreciated it as you do and they wouldn't have pushed themselves as did you when faced with adversity." Smiling bright, she added, "I would have known since you save me after all,"

"Isha," Kermit whispered as Isha grabbed his hands.

"So keep your head and hold it high Kermit," Isha told him as she held his hand tightly. "Don't give up just like before," She urged him.

Smiling, Kermit replied, "Thanks Isha."

"If things still trouble you, I know something that could help," She said. As Kermit raised his brow, Isha grinned as answered, "I sing." Pulling away from his hands, she shared, "Songs never fail to put me at ease even when things get bad." Looking at him, she asked, "So, do you want to sing together?"

A song would be nice, but there was one problem. "I'm terrible at singing!" He blurted out as he crossed his hands across his chest. He had a terrible voice as it sounded all weird. Seeing the disappointed look in Isha's face, he quickly added, "But… I do know how to play a Banjo." Sighing, he muttered, "A shame I don't have it with me right now. My Grandfather gave it to me."

"You know, you can always bring it here," Isha suggested. "If there's one thing that your heart would not forget, then it would be those memories you held dear to yourself most," She reminded.

"I can't…" Kermit hesitated. He could feel it in his hands and here its tune, but he probably going to fuck it up.

"Just listen to your heart," Isha urged him as she laid his hands over his arm. "And all will go well," She reassured him once more.

Kermit pursed his lips before taking the leap. What did he have to lose? Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind. He dug in deep, not for the memories of days long passed, but the feeling of his grandfather giving him the instrument, of how they spent their days learning it in the summer sun, and how its comforting weight settled on his hands. Clenching the slender neck of the instrument, Kermit almost teared up at night. "My Banjo!" He exclaimed, holding the instrument tightly. It was just as he remembered it. Plucking its strings, it felt like he had just reunited with an old friend.

"Didn't I tell you?" Isha chuckled as she brought out an instrument of her own. "Now, can you play me a song?" She asked as she looked up at him eagerly.

"I'm a little rusty, but I do love this song…" Kermit mused. "It goes a little something like this…" He whispered as he plucked the strings to the slow and wistful tones of a song longing for the dreams of those like him. "Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?..."

[Rainbow Connection by the Muppets]

A/N:

Sorry it took this long. Hope you guys enjoy it. I can finally write Warboss. Sorry again for the delay