They dreamt of the flying horses and the brothers.
Down below, the frog leapt and stared at them.
The horses descended near the frog's head, and the brothers tumbled onto his back.
With a sudden bound, the frog leapt high—and began to fly.
Sailly looked down in shock and saw Grandpa walking through the forest.
Sailly shouted, "Grandpa! We're up here! Look—the monsters have taken us away!"
Then, tears rolled down the frog's face, falling upon the brothers.
Vizella clung to her brother, whispering, "Why is this monster crying?"
Sailly took a deep breath, leaning closer, and asked, "Monster, what makes you weep?"
The frog's voice rumbled: "Sola."
Sailly's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that name?"
The frog croaked softly: "It is your mother, Sola."
The moment Sailly heard this, his body went limp—he fainted.
The flying horses swooped down, lifting him gently onto their backs beside his sister.
Vizella cried out desperately, "Brother, what happened to you? Wake up!"
She turned to the horses with pleading eyes: "Tell me! What happened to my brother? Did the monster harm him?"