A Cat's Life

Prologue

His tail twitched in the sunlight as a serenely beautiful woman scatched behind his ears. "I have a job for you, my friend." Her haunting voice of hounds and the storms prickled the cat's sleek black fur as he listened intently to the green gowned woman. "It will take many years but I need you to guide one of my Chosen. She is vital to our plans."

The black cat's ears flattened slightly as he turned to face the woman. Purple eyes looked up intently into the ever changing sky, thinking of a suitably reply to the Goddess' demand. His glistening fur bristled as he thought of his last assignment for the Goddess…

… Jasson lifted his sword and attacked the throng of bodies surrounding him. Below, a small purple eyed cat lashed out at the legs of Jasson's assailants, causing the men to loose their footing and end up beneath the army's commander.

A burnoose fell off the shoulders of one man and as he bent to pick to piece of cloth up he felt 3 sharp claws cross his face from chin to forehead. Muttering under his breath, grabbed the cat away from it's master and preceded to snap the animals neck.

Not hearing the calls of the cat Jasson looked up form his fight and prepared to strike the man holding his cat aloft when he sighted a white flag being frantically waved. The animal was dropped and the Bazhir man ran from the northern king.

Preparing to chase after the man, Jasson looked down at the body of his small black cat. The cat's head lay disjointed from it's body. With tears coming to his eyes, he picked Faithful up and wrapped the slowly cooling body in his cloak. "Majesty, the Bazhir have asked for a truce," Jasson's newest lieutenant, a young Myles of Olau, said as he approached him. The king's thoughts were not on the battle but on his friend, though a cat, who was as faithful kind and friendly as any. " Goodbye my faithful one," he muttered as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

"Well, are you ready," the Goddess asked as she prepared to leave the Realm of the Gods for the wet north of Tortall and her Chosen. "Yes, I believe a am again milady."