Mistoffelees: The Original Conjuring Cat
By Quaxo'
A/N: Hi again. Thanx to all who reviewed. I know I said that the second chapter was the last one. I lied. And I know that some…events in the last chapter were a bit confusing, but don't worry. It will all be explained in due time. Thank you.
Mistoffelees…
Though his eyes were wide open, all Mistoffelees could see was white. He was vaguely aware that his body was there with him, but the weightless sensation he was experiencing made it difficult for him to tell if he was right side up or not.
Mistoffelees…
He was also vaguely aware that that his arm, the one he had possibly smashed beyond repair, was no longer in dire need of a surgeon.
Mistoffelees blinked. This place, this vast white abyss, was not like anything he had seen before. He spun around, trying to find someone, anyone, who was in the same predicament he was. What he saw shocked him to the core.
"Mama?" he ventured warily. A shimmering white form made its way towards him.
The white form, barely visible against the white void, came in to focus as it neared. A gentle arm reached out and stroked the frightened tom's face.
"There is no reason to be afraid, son. No harm can come to you here." Mistoffelees raised a wavering paw and clasped it around the velvet white one of his mother's. The tender moment was interrupted by a harsh voice.
"What's going on? Where am I?" A flash of black and gray and Munkustrap came tumbling towards the two of them. He looked up with a snarl on his face, but the look of anger soon changed to that of fear what he saw Moonshadow.
"No," he stammered. "No, you're dead. You're dead; I killed you." The silver tabby struggled to crawl away, which is not the easiest thing to do in a void. Two strong black arms wrapped themselves around his chest, trapping Munkustrap. Wind Dancer mumbled some words, and the tom went limp in his arms. A glimpse of red, and Bombalurina appeared near them.
"Why have you brought me here, witch?" she growled. Mistoffelees cowered against his mother's body, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"What's happening, Mother?" Moonshadow sneered in the direction of the mob of town's cats heading their way.
"Puppets," she whispered. Mistoffelees looked at her fearfully.
"I don't understand."
"They are being controlled by a higher force, son." Wind Dancer's deep voice echoed softly in the emptiness of the void. "A higher force that does not appreciate our interference with its evil ways," he added as he laid Munkustrap down.
"That explains why Bombalurina knew about the deaths," Mistoffelees said softly. As an after thought, he added, "Did you really kill those cats?" Moonshadow nodded grimly.
"We did not kill all of them. We did not kill the judge."
"When we learned of the Great Evil, we sought out its first host. Young then, we thought that by killing the host, we would kill the Evil. It didn't work. Once the host is destroyed, The Evil finds a new body. After the second unsuccessful attempt, we learned to cut the strings."
"The strings?"
"Puppet strings. We learned how to bring a host out of the Evil's control. That's when we had to loose our life."
Mistoffelees shook his head. He understood now.
Moonshadow gave a wave of her paws, and Bombalurina, along with the rest of the town, collapsed. Wind Dancer went to them, and with a flourish of his arms, spoke some ancient spell.
"Puppets now, I cut your strings.
"No more a part of these Dark Rings."
Mistoffelees looked hard at Bombalurina, studying her face. Some how he had known that those cruel words couldn't have been hers.
"What will happen now?" Moonshadow stroked her son's face absentmindedly.
"They are free now."
"Will they remember? Will they remember this place, or what they did?" Wind Dancer rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"They won't remember it well," he said finally. "They'll think of it as a dream. Some nightmare they thought they had forgotten long ago."
"What will happen to me? Will I be able to stay here, with you?" Moonshadow smiled softly.
"I am afraid not, Mistoffelees. Like it or not, your fate is also being controlled. And so are all of theirs," she added, motioning towards the still townscats. Mistoffelees shuddered, not quite sure he liked the idea of his future being laid out by some unknown creature.
Wind Dancer picked up where the white queen left off.
"Everything you do, everything you feel, it has been planned. You have been blessed with the gift if magic because your future is very great, and this gift will aid you in your journey." Mistoffelees reached out and stroked the red fur framing Bombalurina's face.
"My emotions. Does that mean I only love her because I was destined to love her?" Wind Dancer nodded. "I could have lived a long happy life without knowing that."
"Things have a way of working themselves out. When the time comes you will be glad to have their guidance. In the meantime, these two will be able to answer any questions you may have." Wind Dancer motioned behind him as two almost identical figures came into view. They were tabbies, it seemed, with identical markings. The female stood to the left of the three, while her male counterpart stood to the right.
"Meet Coricopat," Wind Dancer started, motioning to the tom.
"And Tantomile," Moonshadow finished, gesturing to the queen. Mistoffelees stared at the two new felines.
"They've been watching me."
"Watching over you, yes. We have just now been able to contact you, but your father and I had to make sure you were still alive, so we sent Coricopat and Tantomile to act as your guardians. I feel they did rather well." A faint groan made all five cats look to the crowd of unconscious townscats at their feet. Bombalurina sat up slowly and rubbed her head.
"Where…?" She looked around, blinking her eyes a lot, trying to focus on her position. "I don't…is this…am I dead?" Wind Dancer wrapped his arms around his son and pulled him into a big bear hug.
"Mistoffelees, as much as I don't want to leave you again, I'm afraid it's time for you to go." The little tom wrapped his arms around his father and squeezed him tight.
"I understand." Moonshadow gave her son a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"We will be with you in spirit. Remember to ask Cori or Tant if you have any questions about your abilities."
"Yes mother." With a final kiss goodbye, Wind Dancer waved a paw, and the white void began to fade from sight.
^-,-^
Bombalurina blinked again, ears ringing. Shaking her head, she became aware that she was in the village again. Looking around, she saw Mistoffelees running towards her.
"You're safe!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her.
"Yes, I suppose I am. Why? No, that's not they question I wanted to ask. Where was that?"
"Where was what?"
"That white place. Where was that?" Mistoffelees smiled, and swept the red queen into his arms.
"It was no place important. Probably just a dream."
^-,-^
Her lip curled slightly as she watched from the shadows. It wasn't fair. The master had worked so hard, so incredibly hard, to destroy that boy's spirit. He had done everything felinely possible to make the boy miserable. And he had failed. He was a failure, and it wasn't fair.
Disgusted, she turned and walked away. With a final swish off her black cloak, Victoria disappeared into the shadows.
~*~End~*~
Well, that's the end. I was planning or writing a follow up to this, but I won't unless you really, really, really, really, REALLY, want me to. But if you don't, I won't.
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