Please read "Dear professor, Amy's a cat" and "Amy and the Mysterious City" first, this is the third story in this series.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizard101

Chapter One

"Good job Pierre," the man in the dragon robes told the cloaked man. There was an aura of mystery surrounding the two figures. "Maybe if we can get your spy to tell us more," the man in the dragon robes continued to say.

"I don't know if I can, she hasn't been very forthcoming with information ever since she went to Marleybone," the cloaked figure told the man I was assuming was Malistaire.

"You mean that she needs an extra incentive..."

I woke up immediately after those words were muttered in the dark foreign room. I opened my eyes as well. I was still inside the white tent. I moved my head to see Alexander still sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. As was Wolf. Vivian wasn't anywhere to be seen. I closed my eyes once again and felt the sensation of sleep hit me...

I was inside a small room. It was well kept, nothing seemed out of place. There was a small anthropomorphic cat sitting on a bed, of sorts. The bed looked as if it was made out of shipping crates. As did the entire room. The cat held it's face down in its hands. I moved closer to see clearly. From what I could make out the cat was female and crying. There was a tear stained paper in her hands.

I mewed to get her attention.

"What are you doing here, cat," she told me. I recognized the voice as the girl that gave me the Krokonomicon a few months ago. "What are you, my guardian angel?"

'No,' I mewed.

"Then what are you?"

I internally sighed. This was obliviously wasn't a dream.

'I'm a wizard who accidentally turned herself into a cat.'

"That explains a lot."

'Am I really that different from other cats?'

"Completely," she said while looking back the tear stained paper.

'What has made you so... sad?'

"Cat, or should I say, wizard, I am still wanted by Meowiarty, even after they got the Krokonomicon. They stole it back a month ago. They already know where I live; they want me to turn myself in to them. Otherwise, they're going to take me by force. I do not want the wrath of Meowiarty or the O'Leary's," the catgirl replied.

'They got the Krokonomicon!?' I mewed in alarm.

"Yes, along with the Ankh."

If they got that then there's no stopping them! Malistaire could now resurrect whatever he wanted. He'd be a literal god.

'That's not good,' I mewed-deadpanned.

"What I don't understand is what he would want with it," the catgirl told me. "They're just worthless artifacts."

It was painfully oblivious that the catgirl had little to no experience with magic. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said something like that. Artifacts can be some of the most powerful things out there.

'Those are not 'worthless artifacts,' as you put it,' I mewed. 'They can bring back the dead.'

"Well then, cat, someone has to stop them," the catgirl told me. "They would disturb the balance of the universe otherwise. What's dead should stay dead."

'If only Malistaire could figure that out,' I mewed.

"Who's Malistaire?"

'He's the guy that's running the operation.'

"Why would he want to bring back the dead?"

'We think that Malistaire wants to bring back his dead wife and son, but we aren't sure. He kind of went insane after they died.'

"Who is 'we?'"

'Alexander, Vivian, Wolf, my guardian Allen, and I,' I mewed.

"Is there any way I could help you?"

'I don't think there is.'

"Are you sure? I mean, there has to be a reason you appeared here?"

'Truthfully,' I mewed. 'I kind of astral projected to you by some force of power. I don't know why.'

"Wizards can astral project?" she asked. She looked a little lost. She obliviously didn't know much about wizards, which is unsurprising because there aren't many Marleybonian wizards.

'Yes, wizards can astral project. It's pretty rare though, then again, when has my life ever been normal?' I mewed.

"Your life cannot be that different from anyone else."

'Want to bet on that?'

"I would rather not."

'Where's the fun in that.'

"This is a conversation, not a place for betting," she stated.

'Fine.'

"So cat, can you go back, or am I just stuck with you?" she asked me suddenly.

'I can go back,' I assured her.

"Good, I don't know what I'd do with a cat," she told me.

That was when I suddenly "woke up" and opened my eyes to the still dark tent. There were the sounds of soft snoring coming from either Wolf or Alexander. Vivian was oddly enough still gone. It wasn't that unusual for her to disappear, in fact, she did it all the time. Now, I wonder, is she the spy? She very well could be. She already betrayed me once for speaking to that guy Pierre. Wait a minute, isn't that the name of the cloaked figure Malistaire was talking to?

Maybe it was just a dream. I could have imagined it all, but somehow I doubt it.

The sun's rays burst through the exterior of the white tent and into the interior. I open my eyes once again. I must have fallen asleep again. I rolled off of my small cat bed and move to where Alexanders spot on the tent floor. He wasn't awake yet. He liked to sleep in, but this morning he is not going to. Wolf was still asleep also, and Vivian was mysteriously gone.

I moved myself to his ear and yowled into it. I knew he wasn't going to be very appreciative of me, but it was better this way.

"Amy, did you seriously have to do that?" he grumbled as he got himself up.

Yes, I did, I mewed

"What time is it? Seven A.M?"

If I was human I would have rolled my eyes. It was definitely past 7 A.M.

Can you not tell time? There is a watch on your wrist, you know, I mewed

"Same old Amy," he said to what seemed to be nothing, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.

"It's almost nine!" he exclaimed. I looked over at Wolf who looked partially startled. He just woke up.

"What do you mean it's almost nine?!" Wolf said, after a couple seconds delay, due to grogginess.

I internally sighed, I couldn't make a remark that he could understand. I really hate being a cat. I guess it could be worse and I could have been a mouse or an emu...

"We probably should go to 'Guardian' Allan if we want to eat," Alexander told us as he spelled some plain green robe on.

We were traveling across the world of Treefall to find the spiral door. We couldn't just appear there because neither Allan nor the healer has ever gone to Grizzleheim, the land where Grandmother Raven resides. We were traveling to see Grandmother Raven to find out if she could reverse my "problem."

Treefall is a large world full of greenery and is the base world for the guardians. Yes, there is more than one guardian, apparently, there used to be seven, one for each branch of standard magic, but one went rogue. He was supposedly too power-hungry to just guard. He wanted to take all the magics power for himself. He went to join Malistaire in his escapades. I don't know much more about him as Allan won't say anything more about him. I wonder why...

"Amy, come on," Alexander called. "You're going to miss breakfast."

Those words completely snapped me out of my thoughts and back inside the tent. I noticed that the flap of the tent was open, and so, I went running outside and to where the blanket with everyone, except Vivian was on. How odd, I thought that Vivian would have come out by now...

Alex, where is Vivian? I mewed.

"I don't know Amy," he told me.

Strange, she doesn't usually disappear for this long.

Before I could think about it more, a dish appeared before me, of my select cat food. And all worries were forgotten. After all, Vivian would come back, right?