Croaking By the Midnight Oil
Villagers living in isolation from the rest of the world.
A curse passed on through lineage.
A land transformed by the ravages of time.
A town in dire need of saving.
The storybooks only had it partly right. There wasn't a princess, nor was there a prince. There were, however, frogs, but no kiss was going to save Fern or anyone else in their town.
They needed a hero to break them free. They believed in a saviour. All the summoning rituals in the Universe, however, were for naught, if no one ever came.
Now, time was ticking down. If no one answered their prayers, soon they'd all be croaking by the midnight oil.