Morwen was a young witch, not very respected, and, according to her fellow witch, very odd looking. She had auburn hair and glasses. She was short, ware-as the average witch was quite tall. Instead of owning your standard black cat, Morwen owned eight cats of all different colors and sizes. To top it all off she was living in a normal town filled with normal people.
One night Morwen was sitting in her small home, reading a book in front of the fire when her tomcat, Trouble, came rushing in. "What seems to be the trouble?" Morwen asked.
"We found a new cat in the yard. Scorn is keeping watch over it," Trouble in formed her. "You may want to have a look."
"Very well," Morwen agreed, using her no-nonsense tone. She followed the cat outside while, she noticed, her sleepy ginger cat jumped up onto her chair. When Morwen got outside she saw Scorn keeping watch over a sleeping cat, who was rather dirty and sick-looking. "Oh, dear," Morwen said.
"We found him this way," Scorn said as she licked the cat's ear. "We just kinda fell over here."
"Yes, I see. Well, we shall bring him inside," Morwen said as she scooped the cat into her arms. He didn't seem terribly injured, just a little sleepy from whatever circumstances brought him there.
The little cat slept till the next day. Morwen was there when it woke up. "Wow! Were am I?" it shouted. Morwen raised an eye brow. Witch weren't able to understand cats unless they were the cat's owner. While Morwen had no intention of throwing the cat out of the house, she had not considered keeping him either.
"You are in my home, young tom. I am witch Morwen, and you are?"
"Witch? You're a witch!"
"Yes, I most certainly am," Morwen responded in her no-nonsense voice. "Who are you?"
"My name is Fiddlesticks," he said. "Are you a friend of my master?"
"I'm afraid I do not know who your master is," Morwen said. "Oh. My master's name is Welemain. He's a magician."
"Welemain?" Morwen mused. "That's Telemain's brother."
"Yes, He sent me to get a message to the dragon's when the wizards came to our house," Fiddlesticks informed her.
"Wizards?"
"Yes, they came and my master became afraid. He gave me a small piece of paper and told me to get it to his dragon friend, Kazul. Then I left and there was a fire,"-Fiddlesticks sniffled-,"I could not smell my master anymore."
"I see," Morwen said. "Trouble, why don't you show Fiddlestick were he can find a good meal. You all must eat well."
"Why?" Trouble asked absent-mindedly.
"We're going to have an adventure."
.......to be continued
Disclaimed: I don't own any of this. It's the property of Patricia C. Wrede.
One night Morwen was sitting in her small home, reading a book in front of the fire when her tomcat, Trouble, came rushing in. "What seems to be the trouble?" Morwen asked.
"We found a new cat in the yard. Scorn is keeping watch over it," Trouble in formed her. "You may want to have a look."
"Very well," Morwen agreed, using her no-nonsense tone. She followed the cat outside while, she noticed, her sleepy ginger cat jumped up onto her chair. When Morwen got outside she saw Scorn keeping watch over a sleeping cat, who was rather dirty and sick-looking. "Oh, dear," Morwen said.
"We found him this way," Scorn said as she licked the cat's ear. "We just kinda fell over here."
"Yes, I see. Well, we shall bring him inside," Morwen said as she scooped the cat into her arms. He didn't seem terribly injured, just a little sleepy from whatever circumstances brought him there.
The little cat slept till the next day. Morwen was there when it woke up. "Wow! Were am I?" it shouted. Morwen raised an eye brow. Witch weren't able to understand cats unless they were the cat's owner. While Morwen had no intention of throwing the cat out of the house, she had not considered keeping him either.
"You are in my home, young tom. I am witch Morwen, and you are?"
"Witch? You're a witch!"
"Yes, I most certainly am," Morwen responded in her no-nonsense voice. "Who are you?"
"My name is Fiddlesticks," he said. "Are you a friend of my master?"
"I'm afraid I do not know who your master is," Morwen said. "Oh. My master's name is Welemain. He's a magician."
"Welemain?" Morwen mused. "That's Telemain's brother."
"Yes, He sent me to get a message to the dragon's when the wizards came to our house," Fiddlesticks informed her.
"Wizards?"
"Yes, they came and my master became afraid. He gave me a small piece of paper and told me to get it to his dragon friend, Kazul. Then I left and there was a fire,"-Fiddlesticks sniffled-,"I could not smell my master anymore."
"I see," Morwen said. "Trouble, why don't you show Fiddlestick were he can find a good meal. You all must eat well."
"Why?" Trouble asked absent-mindedly.
"We're going to have an adventure."
.......to be continued
Disclaimed: I don't own any of this. It's the property of Patricia C. Wrede.
