Jordon

Jordon hopped about under the tree and despised himself thoroughly. For the first time in his life, his courage had utterly deserted him, and the prince had no way of dealing with his lack. No matter how he cudgeled himself, somehow his wings refused to lift him toward that tower standing in the afternoon sun. It had been some time since Herbert had left him shaking and gasping under the bush, and had hopped away into the grass. The Frog Prince's courage shamed ...