I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS STORY! I LOOOOVVVEEE CATS! And the name Mistoria. It's so…..mystifying. I am so naming my looooovveeeee it when I change perspectives, this is another one of those stories. Your welcome.

And since I know how much you guys all looooovvveeee it when I change perspective, this is another one of those stories. Your very welcome. ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don't like you. Just saying. WAIT! NOT YOU! NOT THE ONE WHOSE READING THIS UNNECASSARY CAPITALIZATION RIGHT NOW! I meant the disclaimer.

Prophecy

A girl with white hair. A girl with white hair. That's what they had said. Corico and Tantomile had said. Actually, their exact words were: In time due come, you'll meet someone, Mistoffelees. A girl with white hair will arrive, and be accepted. And then your vow will be broken.

Ya. My promise. The one I made after that one girl from America came and broke my heart. The promise where I swore to himself that I'd never fall for any girl again.

I'd been very successful at that. It helped that no one seemed to hold a candle to her. But now Corico and Tantomile had spoken. Which stunk because that meant it was going to come true.

Stupid prophecy nerds.

The second Victoria had unveiled her glittery white hair, I had never felt so defeated. I'm Mistoffelees, the one who never hurts. Mistoffelees, the one everyone loves. Mistoffelees, the one people go to when they need something to magically appear before them, like their iPod.

But now, as I saw Corico wink at me, and Tantomile congratulate Victoria, I knew that I would soon be falling for her.

That wasn't going to happen. Not on my watch.

"Misto! Mistoffelees! Misto, slow down!" Victoria came running up behind me, her stupid prophecied-about hair flowing behind her.

I turned suddenly, catching her by surprise. "What?"

Her eyes cast downward, as if embarrassed by looking at me. I glanced at her, up and down. Her white hair really was spectacular. It reached her kneecaps, and seemed to move even when she was standing still.

"Deuteronomy told me that you would show me where my room is to be. He said you knew where, because Corico and Tantomile told you."

Darn those stupid psychics. "Yeah, I know where it is. Follow me."

I twirled around, and began to head towards a familiar passageway, one I had walked down many times in my life. I led her up two flights of steps, past a hidden doorway behind a painting of a starry night sky, and up one of the turrets to the very top of the castle.

She tip-toed behind me, and when I glanced back, I could see her shivering.

"Here, take this," A flurry of gold sparkly mist later, a long overcoat hung in my outstretched hand.

"Thanks," She smiled at me, graciously taking the jacket. My heart fluttered a little. She had such a beautiful smile.

Oh no. No, no, no. This can't happen. It's not allowed to happen.

I continued down the hallway, a little faster this time, until I reached a door, and a spiral staircase. The door had a large, fancy M on the front of it, with four wands on the front. One was crooked, one was straight, one looked swirled, like a unicorn's horn, and one had sparks flying from it.

"I'm guessing this is your room?" Victoria came up from behind me and placed a slender pale hand on the door.

"Yeah. See those wands? It's a passcode. By pressing one, it can either lead you into my room, or you'll just get stuck outside. They change every day, so that no one can get in unless I want them to."

"How do they know which wand to press?"

"One will stay consistent over the days, as in, it won't change its figure. Then, you know that I've allowed you entrance to my room."

"Oh. Smart." Victoria gently removed her hand from the door, as if afraid of breaking the wands. "So, where's my room?"

I smiled. "Follow me."

I grabbed her hand, and practically dragged her up the spiral stairs. At the top was an undecorated door.

"Why isn't my door decorated?"

"You haven't shown it who you are yet. The second you step into that room, everything, from furniture, clothes, accessories, everything, will appear according to who you are."

Victoria backed away from the door, her hair shimmering as she stumbled into me. "I'm a little scared to go in,"

I pushed her towards the door. "Just go."

Victoria took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. Immediately, the room transformed from its normal wood-flooring and walls to a world filled with white, ice blue, dark blue, and purple. It was like Antarctica had exploded in her room. Victoria was running from the four-poster bed to the closet, exclaiming in delight at every little thing. I slowly backed out of her room, and down to mine.

Maybe Corico and Tantomile were right. Maybe I was going to fall in love with her.

Or maybe I just had a small crush and it would leave within a day. If I'm lucky, an hour.

But then again, according to Tantomile, that's not how love works.

I'm really beginning to hate those psychics.