Sorry it took me so long to bring Patient's new story up. It was a baaaaad case of writer's block trying to come up with a good start to this story. Hope you guys enjoy it! As always, The Care Bears, with the exception of Patient and Mystic Heart, are not mine.
Medieval Times
The women rushed about the large room, grabbing up the books, scrolls and papers that still remained. Outside, the all-too-familar clang of metal on metal as yet another army made its advance on the small fortress. The soldiers had been met by the mistresses' loyal guards, and while they valiantly refused to yield, the small force could only hope to slow the inevitable breach of the castle walls. Theirs was a special cause that leant a kind of desperation to their will to fight--their mistresses were not mere humans. They were in fact a pair of witches, deemed with protecting a vast magical archive. Since the unfortunate discovery of the archive by the warlords, the castle had been under an almost constant seige by one army or another, armies that longed for a magical advantage in their pointless, neverending wars.
As the two hurried to complete thier task, the shorter of the two tripped, scattering her load of literature across the stone floor. As she picked herself up, her robes fell open, revealing the symbol on her abdomen. A heart with a witch's hat upon it, with magic swirling around it. The taller of them rushed over to help her up.
"As hurried as we are dear, we mustn't damage anything in the process." The tall one joked. "Keeping the archive out of the hands of those who would abuse it does not necessarily mean destroying it."
"My apologies." The shorter one dusted herself off, tied her robes closed again, and fixed her pointed hat upon her head. "Wolves enjoy a reputation as somewhat graceful creatures. It appears I am the exception."
The tall one smiled. "You make yourself an exception merely by the way you walk and speak."
The two probably would have continued the conversation, had a servant not burst into the rapidly emptying room. "They have broken through! They are inside the castle!"
The wolf witch sighed. "Then it is a good thing we are nearly finished." She watched as a large book floated through a swirling portal in the bookcase and disappeared. "Is that the last of it?"
"Indeed it is. Now only one thing remains." Turning to face her friend, the human witch slowly raised her wand. "Are you ready?"
"Ready or not, if I am to remain hidden, I must be as inconspicuous as possible."
The human's smile faded. Despite the situation, she was in no hurry to say goodbye. As the wand glowed a bright green, she spoke one last time to her friend. "Take care, Mystic Heart."
As the wandlight faded, the wolf began to glow. As the light faded from her, the 3 foot tall anthropomorphic wolf was gone. In her place, a pure white, regular wolf stood. Before she bounded out the window, she turned back to her friend. "And you take care as well."
She was out moments before the soldiers crowded in, tossing the poor servant out of the doorway. "What have you done with the archive!" a particularly rough-looking captain demanded.
The witch said nothing. She merely smiled as she was led out of the now-empty Archive.