Natural Disaster taken shape
Within a labyrinth she need not wait
For all those who interrupt her play
Must be punished and will surely pay
The helpless Witch Walpurgis Night
Make Magical Girls shake with Fright
The power of countless Witches she has claimed
Complete Destruction is her game
For the kiss of this witch is not fatal to one
She spins and turns until there are none
None left to quiver and shake
None left whose lives she can take
Walpurgis Night the Stage-constructing Witch
If you face her watch out your roles just might switch

Kireina Seishin awoke with a start, bolting upright in her bed, her hand clutched to her chest. She could feel her heart beating within her rib cage, like a drummer savagely beating his drums. She had had a dream, more like a nightmare actually, but she couldn't remember what it was about. The only thing she could faintly remember was a rhyme or a poem, echoing in her head softly. Glancing at her clock, thoughts of the strange dream instantly left Kireina's head as she left out a high pitched squeak.

"Oh no! I am so late!" She cried as she jumped out of her bed, half tripping on her crumpled blanket on the floor. She ran across the room, trying to get her blue and white pyjamas off of her as she went. Kireina was a slim girl, tall for a 15 year old girl, with pale skin, like snow, with eyes like sapphire, and white-blonde hair, white in some light, that fell to her shoulders, but was now sticking up at ends. "I can't believe I slept in so late!" She groaned, rummaging through her dresser, scattering her white carpeted floor with clothes. The walls of her room were painted a deep Azure color, and posters of Anime and Manga characters were scattered all around, posters of dashing heroes and grotesque monsters, of fantastical scenes and bleak battle fields.

With a triumphant "Aha!" Kireina pulled out her school uniform, which had been buried beneath the mountain of clean laundry her Dad had done the night before. With a small smile, she began to change into her school uniform, a black, short sleeve shirt and buttuned up in front of her, a dark blue skirt, and black socks that went up just below her knees. She quickly brushed her hair out and bolted out of her room and down the stairs, grabbing her back-pack as she went. Kireina zoomed into the kitchen, and planted, face first, into a wall of flesh. A pair of arm, warm and comforting, went around her, and she could feel the vibrating, contagious laugh, of her Father.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" He asked as Kireina looked up at the face of her Father. He was a tall and lanky man, very thin, his skin pale, like the color of milk. He had dark bags under his eyes, which Kireina had always remembered as a brilliant green, but as the sickness got worse, watched in sadness as they dulled. His glasses were slightly askew, and his hair, which had once been white-blonde like hers, but had dulled as well, was messy and dishevelled. But despite all that, he was beaming down at her, and the smell of bacon and eggs entered her nostrils, causing her stomach to growl.

"I'm late for school Dad!" She said, but as he stomach growled again, louder, she could not deny the obvious fact that she was starving. With a chuckle, Kireina's Dad led her to the table and gently sat her down. "If you don't have a good breakfast," he said as he began to scoop her food onto a plate for her, "Then it won't matter if you are late or on time. You can't function properly without a good breakfast." He put her plate in front of her, and Kireina noticed that his hand was shaking, but did not say anything to him. Kireina's Mother had died while she was still very young, so Kireina had no memory of her what-so-ever. It had always been just her and her Dad. He had done everything for her, and with her, and in Kireina's eyes, he was like one of the heroes in her manga: Brave, strong and kind. But when he had gotten sick, Kireina's view changed. All her life, her Dad had been there for her, protected her. All she wanted to do now was to make her Dad happy and proud of her.

Once she was done eating, Kireina rushed over to her Dad and hugged him tightly. "I love you Daddy." She said, her face buried into his chest. With another vibrating chuckle, he patted her head. "I love you too baby-doll. And go on, get! You're going to be late." With a curt nod, Kireina grabbed her back-pack, and rushed out the front door, trying to push from her mind the thought that her Father's heart hadn't been beating as hard as it should be.

"Why did I let Dad talk me into eating!?" She cried as she raced down the street, turning around the corner without slowing down, and nearly barrelled into a cat. Jumping over it just in time, Kireina paused to make sure it was ok, and froze. It was a cat, there was no doubt about it, but it was like no cat she had ever seen before. It was pure white, with a long fluffy tail that twitched calmly as it stared at her with cold, red eyes. It had tufts of fur coming from its ears, tinted with pink, gold bands around them. The cat tilted its head a bit, as if studying her, sending a shiver down Kireina's spine. They stared at each other for a few more seconds, the girl and the cat, until a sharp ringing sound resonated through the air, causing Kireina to snap back to reality. "No! The first bell!" She wailed, and dashed away, leaving the cat staring after her.

Finally, 15 minutes later, Kireina was in class. She had tried to sneak in while her teacher was facing the chalkboard, but, with that strange power all teachers seemed to have, she had been caught, causing everyone in the class to giggle. With a heavy sigh, she took her seat beside her best friend, Kurai Majo, a dark haired girl with soft features, and kind amber eyes. She nudged her friend and stuck her tongue out, teasing her. "Late as usual, eh Kireina?" She whispered, leaning on her arm, looking boardley at the teacher. Kireina rolled her eyes and sighed. "It wasn't my fault. My alarm didn't go off again this morning. I think it may be broken." With simultaneous sighs, both girls turned their attention back to the teacher.

Every so often, the two girls would glance at each other and whisper, but it was mostly hard for Kireina to concentrate, not because of Kurai, but because of her worries. Her strange dream with the eerie singing, her Father's health, the strange cat that seemed to look into her soul...she ached to tell Kurai about everything. Kurai was the only constant in her life, a bright flame that Kireina knew would be there whenever she needed her. Kurai always listened to whatever problems the other girl had, Kurai was there. Kireina glanced over at the clock and smiled in relief. It was nearly lunch time. She would be able to talk to Kurai then. As Kireina turned away from the clock, from the corner of her eye, sitting on the windowsill, she caught a glimpse of it. It was the cat from earlier, its tail twitching behind it as it stared at her. Doing a double-take, Kireina was surprised to see the cat had vanished. Or had it even been there at all? Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her. Shaking her head to try and clear it, Kireina was met with another shock as the principle entered the classroom, and his gaze, sliding over all the students, came to rest on her. With a grim expression, he asked their teacher if he could see Kireina in the hall.

Kurai shot her friend a worried look, but Kireina smiled. "He probably just wants to talk about why I always late. I'll be fine." She gave her friend another smile before following the principle into the hallway. Once they were there, Kireina opened her mouth, ready to defend her many lates, when the principle raised his hand to silence her. His face was extremely grim, and Kireina could feel her heart stop as he spoke.

"Kireina, the hospital just called. You're Father is in emergency and...they suggested you come to see him."