Beware the Omen's Oath
Prologue
Someone knocked loudly on the huge arch shaped door, though it was barely heard among the clashes of thunder, howling winds and relentlessly pounding rain. Jaga had much experience and wisdom to prove his long life, but never had he thought that someone would dare try to meet him in this weather. Striding purposefully to the door, he yanked it open, letting the freezing wind slam into him.
Unusually bright purple eyes looked blankly at him on a horribly gaunt and grime covered face. What once must have been silky fur was now in lanky clumps to reveal sickly pale skin stretched taut over thin protruding bones. Her tail, which should have been swaying steadily in the air, hung limply, dragging across the stone like a dead weight. The kit couldn't have been more than a decade old, probably even less!
They stared at each other for a brief moment before the young kit suddenly fell forward in a starvation induced faint. Reacting quickly, the old jaguar cradled her gently in his arms, mindful of her injuries, and frantically called on his clerics as he ran to the healing room; the child would survive this night if it was the last he thing did!