Disclaimer: I do not own Sgt. frog.

This story is an AU. Remember the story Past lives? You don't have to read it to get this story, but I'll give you the premise. Keroro goes back in time to a time where everyone was pekoponian and they got to where they are now due to reincarnation. He got the idea to go back in time to this kingdom from a fantasy book called Star crossed that he read. That reminded him of his friends and him.

From that idea, I decided for NaNoWriMo to actually write the novel Keroro was talking about in that story. So here it is. I've finished the whole thing and just need to periodically update after editing so enjoy! I'll keep track at the bottom the character's names if it's not clear enough. (Since a lot of the names the original characters had are keronian and so they names a bit less conspcous.)

Klastiam was a beautiful kingdom with much greeneries and fineries. The people in the kingdom were healthy. The water dripped and flowed like magic with pureness and savoring flavor. The weather was sunny, the food was wonderful and healthy, and the ground seemed to live with life. Flowers and plants grew everywhere and most of the kingdom flourished with life.

However, Klastiam was greedy, and even though their people had the best that they could and have any necessity they could need for life, the neighboring kingdom Ebilon made them jealous. Ebilon was nowhere near as beautiful as Klastiam and was littered with betrayal, distrust, and sickness. The royalty and nobles would normally be the only ones who had healthy and normal food to eat. Ebilon had two things that Klastiam didn't have: The royalty was loved and were kind and with bounteous gold. Ebilon may have been sick, diseased and ugly, but they were rich. This made their greedy and cruel neighbors jealous.

The only answer was to start war and to lay ruin to the other country.

So seventeen years ago they declared war.

Klastiam loved to fight and had plenty of war technology advanced for their time. It looked as if the people of Ebilon didn't stand a chance against their rivals. They were not as strong as the Klastiamians and they were easily outmatched in health and strength. Klastiamians in the army outnumbered Ebilonians as well. Klastiamians were filled with pride and knew they would win. In a stupid decision to flaunt their power over the pathetic country they decided to take everyone to destroy Ebilon. Woman, men, and children—everyone was armed and moved.

When the entire kingdom came marching to Ebilon the Ebilonians gave up all hope. They weren't exactly religious so most of them didn't try to pray to God in their last moments. All except the King however, whom had been obsessed with the unknown. He had prayed with everything he had.

"Please, Lord…. Take my life, but don't take my people's…." the king had begged. Feeling no reassurance, he decided he himself would put a stop to things. He got on a horse and ordered the entire army to barricade the castle, trying to protect his pregnant wife. He then rode out in a fit of elegance to the approaching army.

The clouds parted and a single ray of sunlight landed on the ground, directly between the two approaching army and the first actual part of the kingdom. Before the king could do anything he felt the ground shake.

The other army stopped.

In a strange and phenomenal act of the unknown, the ground cracked under the ray of light, making a perfect fissure between the two kingdoms. It was deep and too enormous for anyone to pass.

Some of the Klastiamians were killed in the large earthquake, even though not a single citizen of Ebilon was harmed. People in Klastiam who couldn't defend themselves perished.

The Klastiam army withdrew.

The land celebrated.

Klastiam, in great fear of the fissure, halted the war, feeling that they had been beaten.

Everyone in the land was happy, even though they knew did not know what had caused the miracle.

Around a year later, after a princess was born, the people began noticing things about their king. He was distant and often angry, and sometimes a strange glow surrounded him. A doctor finally checked him out to discover a small hole in his chest, slowly enlarging as if he was being eaten alive. The doctor's told him it had been caused by sharp rocks in a side effect from the fissures creation, with their scientific words they told him that it had damaged his stomach causing a hole and his brain causing mood swings. The people doubted these doctors and exiled them. The fissure wasn't created by science it was created by magic, after all. The fissure was probably taking the king's soul in return for the war being won.

The king believed this and realized that his life had been exchanged for the kingdom: Every day he felt the pain of an innocent child who had been sacrificed to the fissure for Ebilon's life, for…

…his soul was the fissure.

At least that was what the people told in their tales about the King. Nobody knew if this was true or not.

Two years later, he finally couldn't take it any longer and took his life, when his entire chest was just a hole and his face was only black from ashes.

Throughout the next fourteen years, the Ebilonians made sure to be especially secure against the Klastiamians whom still wanted their riches. They made a bridge across the fissure which surrounded the kingdom. They monitored that bridge nonstop for Klastiamians due to it being the only entry to their kingdom. Klastiam, of course, was not happy about this, and the king and queen constantly trained their two sons to be fighting machines in hopes that they could invade the rich country.

The princess, whom had been born a bit before her father's diagnoses, knew nothing about her father's grave sacrifice. Thus she mocked her father, which was actually the popular thing to do, due to the people believing that perhaps the man had enlisted the help in witchcraft to win the war. The princess was well-loved by her people for being rebellious.

At the age of sixteen, people told her she was the most beautiful woman in the land. Her mother insisted that she be wed, but princess Summer would have no such thing. She would always make up an excuse to buy her more time. She didn't want to be a wife, after all. She wanted to be a free spirit.

This is where our story begins, with a sixteen year old princess in a land with much fear for its neighbor and a princess who was loved, but naïve about most issues.

And that was the prolouge.

All right as I promised.

King- Haru

Summer- Natsumi

Winter- Fuyuki

Tell me what you think!