Based on the poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and the song by Franz Schubert.
It was dead of night. There was no wind, and the fog was thick as velvet. Outlines of dead, twisted trees could be seen along the path in the moonlight, which shown above like a spotlight. The padding of dirt could be heard as Munkus and Misto quickly dashed along, heading north.
The two quickly moved down a hill, reaching a small clearing where path met grass. The two stopped there, and sat down. Misto hugged his knees, putting his head between his legs. Munk tilted his head.
"You alright there, Misto?" Munk asked, "Why are you hiding your face?"
"I...I saw...him..." Misto murmured.
"Saw who?" Munk asked.
"M...macavity..." Misto said, ever more quiet. Munk sighed, smiling.
"Come now. I know this is a scary forest, but it's too easy for someone to get lost, even for Mac." Munk chuckled, "It's just a wisp of mist." The tom stood, and held his hand out to Misto, "C'mon." Misto took it, and stood. The two began to walk.
"You lovely child..." Misto turned at the voice, stopping dead, "Come, go with me! Such wonderful games we'll play together!" the voice was getting closer, "Glorious flowers grow on my riverbanks, my mother will bring you clothes of gold!" At that, Misto whirled around and ran to Munk, grabbing his wrist.
"Munkus!" He shouted, "Couldn't you hear?! C-could...you hear what he promised?"
"Hah?" Munk turned, "What who promised you? Misto, quit this." He removed his wrist from Misto's grip, "Calm down, it's just the wind through the leaves." He turned and walked on, misto looking around then following. The two walked on for about an hour, then...
"Do you want to come with my, darling boy?" Misto stopped again, looking around quickly, "My servants will wait upon you. My servants lead our nightly revels, and will dandle and dance and sing for you!" Misto grabbed Munk's writs again.
"Munk! Don't you see?!" Misto yelled, "H-his servants...waiting in the gloom?" he pointed behind him. MUnk sighed and turned.
"There's no one there Misto." Munk said, bluntly, "Just a willow corpse in the moonlight. C'mon." He yanked at Misto, and dragged him along. The tux whimpered, walking with.
"I love you, your prettiness allures me..." the voice said. Misto could feel something wrap around his neck, "So if you won't come willingly...I'll take you by force!" There was a yank and Misto was launched back.
"MUNK! HE'S GOT ME!" The tux shouted, "HE'S GOT SOMETHING AROUND MY NECK!" Munk whirled around, and his eyes widened. He rushed forward, but someone stepped in front; Macavity. He was indeed following them. Munk snarled, and jumped at the ginger, tackling him to the ground. Someone...or something seemed to be dragging Misto away.
"Misto!" Munk shoved Mac away, and ran after him. The tux reached his paw out for Munk. The silver tom reached, but Mac grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. Munk rolled over, and scratched Mac in the eye. The ginger bounced back, covering the hurt eye. He glared with his other eye, then turned and dashed off.
Munk quickly got up to find Misto laying behind him, unconscious. Munk picked him up, removing the...thing around his neck. He then began running with the tux in his arms. He kept running, as fast as his legs would carry him. He finally found a clearing, and he set Misto down in the grass.
"Misto?" He shook the tux's body, "Misto, c'mon..." No answer, "Misto?! MISTO?!" He shouted louder, shaking the other's body harder.
"In his arms...the child...was dead."
Heyo, peoples. I hope you enjoyed this little ride. As stated, this is based off the actual Der Erlkonig. I kinda just changed things around to make it slightly more of a story. Hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day :3