Prologue

In a place, far, far, VERY far away, probably on another galaxy an ancient clan awaited its ruler. It was Sarpedon, the only clan without a proper ruler. Its neighbouring clans mocked it all eternity. Sarpedon was located somewhere between the Andromeda Galaxy and the Triangulum Galaxy, far out in the universe. It was part of the Andromeda II.

Kits used to hear stories about how the Earth had a deep connection to Sarpedon. Now, the legend has faded away to nothingless. The clan must prepare for battle, to protect the remainders of what is left of Sarpedon.

Sarpedon's former ruler was sent to Planet Earth to be reborn there - as a human. The cats awaited her for centuries and centuries, but they did not get a reply from their leader. An evil wizard, Ambrose took this opportunity to get rid of Sarpedon's leader so that he could take over the clan. He robbed her of her transformation powers, dooming her into the form of a cat for centuries and centuries to come.

He heard that the clan had almost all the riches a wizard would want. Blinded by greed, he sent out minature eagles to scout ahead and bring back pictures of what the clan looked like. He sent out pelicans to steal some of the fish that lived in the lake, to do some research.

Lastly, Ambrose sent out the worst things of all. The dark dragons. In the land of fantasy, anything is possible. The dark dragons served for Ambrose because he saved them and convinced them to turn to his side.

The other dragons, Pure dragons, stayed loyal to each other and vowed that they would not join Ambrose. They will fight along with the cats of Sarpedon to defeat Ambrose and win back their former comrades.

Sarpedon is in desperate need of a worthy ruler, loyal to its subjects, to restore all peace and justice, or else chaos would destroy everything.

Who is worthy of being its leader?


Chapter 1 - Introduction

Ring! Riiinnggg! Ugh! That alarm clock could be so annoying! Grumbling, I turned and glanced at the clock. It read 7:30. Oh no! Oh well, I'd better get ready for school, I don't want to be late on the first day of school.

"Katrina! You're going to be late for school! Hurry up!" Mom called. Like I didn't know that. I had a wardrobe full of clothes and I was in a fashion crisis. Downstairs, Mom called again.

Oh shoot! Being random as I was, I threw on a black top with sparkles forming the word, "Yep, I want to be a Goth!" and the maching black pants with a dash of bright pink off to the sides. I really didn't care. I am quite tall for my age, 14 years old. I'm like...what 5' 6'' or something? I lost track. My eyes are little brown and I have black shiny hair (only because I use conditioner) that touches the centre of my back.

Quick as lightning, I rushed downstairs and had my breakfast. Behind me, Whiskers meowed. For those of you who don't know who she is, Whiskers' my pet cat. She's a snow cat. Snow cats are foreign white cats. Whiskers has blue eyes. I adopted her from the animal shelter when I was six years old. She was just a kitten back then.

Like I said, I was six years old back then, so I wasn't very bright to cat names.

"Mom, I woke up late, so can you feed Whiskers?" I asked. Mom only shrugged. " I see someone isn't being very responsible. But, I'm feeding her just this one time. You're going to be late, and if you are, I'm not driving you to school. Come on, can you try not to be late on the first day of school?" I ran upstairs and I did multi-tasking. With my toothbrush in one hand and a hair brush in the other, I was working quite diligently.

Ugh! The brush was stuck in my black hair, again. Why do things like these always happen? I wore a few bright pink hair extensions for my looks. I peered at the clock. 8:15 a.m.! WTH? Omigod, omigod, omigod! With a last tug, the brush came free. Yes, yes, yes! Finishing off the final touchs, I ran downstairs. I glanced at the clock, 8:25 a.m., OMG, that took up 5 minutes? I got to go! My school started at 8: 40 a.m.

"Bye Mom!" I waved out the door. I picked up my schoolbag and slung it across my shoulder. When I arrived at my bus stop, the bus was waiting for me impatiently. Actually, the bus driver himself scolded me - again.

As soon as I was on the bus, I sat beside my friend, Clara. "So then, why were you late?" Clara pounded me as soon as I sat down. Great, was this 20 questions or something?

"Simple. I overslept a bit. Big deal, Clara", I answered. Wowie, sure that's a big deal.

"Sure…"

As the bus bumped along the road, I kept thinking about the weird dream I had last night. I was in a small chamber, and Whiskers walked up to me. Please help me! She said. I am- and then, I woke up. I always wake up sweating the life out of myself.

Talk about weird. Part of me wanted to tell Clara, but then, I kept reasoning with myself and decided no.

"You OK, Kat? You've been quiet for sometime", Clara questioned me. "Yeah, I'm OK. I just spaced out…" I said quietly. Ok, the dream had been haunting me for a month now. I think I'm losing my appetite just by thinking about it. Wait...hold up, gonna barf. I seriously took out a paper bag and retched into it. Oh god that felt good. I think I'm good-wait, no I'm not. I barfed again.

"Kat! You seriously OK? You've been puking for a minute now! Tell me, what's wrong?" Clara asked with some compassion in her eyes. That, my friends, is VERY rare.

It was time I'd told Clara. "Actually, Clara there is something bothering me-", I started. She nodded enthusiastically. Haha, she really looked funny. Before I could say anything else, the bus stopped abruptly. We arrived at Jean Vanier High School, my school (no duh). Let the humiliations begin.


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