Chapter 1

Enter the Witch

Once, there were four. Four of what, you say? Four Cats, great cats, ones who wanted change. These four cats met in a grove, and declared a state of peace among themselves. These were the founders of the Clans. What are the Clans, you ask? Cats. Lots and lots of cats. ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and ShadowClan. These are the four clans, with loners and a Clan not near the other four. This 'lost Clan' is named SkyClan. Where this tale takes place is in all five camps, and many more places. This, is Warriors, and this, is the Legend of the Shape-shifter.

The Unmapped Clearing

August 21, 2015

…I hope that your sword won't be used for a while, Rachel. I've decided to put it to rest, hopefully forever. Who is Rachel, you ask? Someone who played a vital role in the Great War, a battle that tested the world of magic itself. The evil man behind it all was named Abelson Riddle, a Dark Lord, who wanted to control everything and everyone.

I managed to travel back in time to the year 1423, the year of the Great War. After finding a sword in the Forbidden Forest, Rachel found me, and in the following months, we trained together. After doing so, Abelson appeared, and I fought him to the death.

But, Abelson had a secret weapon, a Dark Wizard that could transform himself into a massive beast, named Ganon. There was a Ritual to bring him back, but I interrupted it, causing Ganon to be brought back as a dim-witted, raving beast.

Wielding the blade that I found, I battled the gigantic boar, and emerged victorious. Afterwards, I returned back to my own time, to battle Abelson's future ancestor, Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort. I won, and all of us celebrated far into the night.

He wasn't dead though, Tom came back early the next morning, and wreaked havoc. After learning that he was still alive, I took up Rachel's sword once more, only to be sent to a land called Chima, along with some of my friends. Tom shot a spell at us, which sent us there, as well as transformed us into inhabitants, animals, of Chima.

After learning of our whereabouts, my friends and I decided to find a way to return back to Earth. After staying in Chima for some time, we figured out how to return, and we did.

Once there, we did not transform back into our human selves until after Tom had been defeated (by me) once more. After I stabbed him with the sword I had carried with me throughout everything, he disappeared once more.

Now, it's been five hours since I did that. I'm back in the clearing where I found Rachel's sword, before its pedestal.

Reading the engraving on the pedestal once last time, I unsheathe the sword and gaze at it.

Gold and silver intertwine around the hilt, a jewel rests at the base, golden wings encompassing it. Dragonhide covers the hilt itself, with the cross guard bearing more engravings. The blade itself is scared, but shines with a brightness unmatched.

Having looked at the sword for the last time, I slowly walk up the marble stairs towards the pedestal. Once there, I take the sword in my hands, point the blade downwards, and put the sword to rest.

There is a brief sound of metal clashing against stone, then it is done. The sword rests once more.

I then reach behind me and pull a shield from my back. It is a combination of two shields, the Shield of Hogwarts, and the Warrior Shield. I bend down and place the shield in front of the pedestal, then take the necklace that has been hanging from my neck for a while, and slide it onto the cross guard of the sword. A certain ring hands from the copper chain, and it seems to gleam as it slowly twirls in the dying sunlight. It is done. I have given up the Ring, Shield, and Sword. I hope that someone else finds them when Hogwarts is in need. I then turn away from the pedestal, and walk away.

I only return to retrieve the Ring.

Hogwarts Meadow

August 21st, 2015

It's around five in the evening. I don't know how long I was in the Forest for, but I imagine that it has been at least an hour.

Coming out of the Forest, I enter Hogwarts Meadow, an area of the grounds that was a battleground last night. Trees and bushes dot the landscape, along with various plants and flowers.

A stream runs through most of the prairie grass that surrounds the dirt path and the entire area. Hagrid is the gamekeeper of Hogwarts and he has been caring for the grounds and the Forbidden Forest ever since his Second Year, when Tom himself caught Hagrid with his pet spider deep beneath the school grounds. Long story. His cabin sits to the right of me. The bridge that spans over Falcon Valley is on my left. The famed Quidditch Coliseum is practically in front of me, its flags flying in the wind.

I decide to head up to the main building and find Dumbledore. (Yes. He is alive. Don't ask how or why but he is.) I assume that he is in his office, reading something or doing whatever headmasters do in their spare time. Labor Day is coming, and I wonder if the decorations are being put up.

Hogwarts, Main Hall

Later that Evening

I realize that everyone is either staring at me or not looking at me. "What? What did I even do?" Someone comes forwards and answer my question. "There are people here that resent you. Even after what you did. Which was very groundbreaking, surviving all of it," The heavily-British-accented kid stops speaking, then continues, "I think, that with that sword of yours back where you found it, that you should stay away for a while." "Why?" I notice that about six people are starting to surround me, and summon my magic. Then the torches go out.

I can only see by the light of my magic. Other than that, it is pitch black. I sense something behind me, and I spin, shooting my magic from my hands as I do so. Someone cries out and I hear something fall. Moving my hands so I can see who tried to attack me, I notice Thompson, lying before me. I say nothing, only look at him. Then he speaks. "You shouldn't have come back, not after what you did. You deserve this," Thompson then nods at someone behind me. I spin, only to hear footfalls behind me and then it feels as if something heavy falls onto my head.