Author's note- This scene takes place in Chapter10 just before the cat
talks to Molly. I have used phrases and word straight from the book
purposely so one read the book and then jump into my story. I might do this
repeatedly since my story and the original occurs simultaneously. I am not
going to change scenes that occur in the book independent of the
ramifications of the cat talking to Molly. This is my first fanfiction by
the way. Enjoy.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
Prologue: A Fateful Loss
Alone, Molly put her face into the little cat's random fur. The cooking fire sputtered low, but she did not get up to feed it. Small, swift creatures scuttled across the room, making a sound like King Haggard's voice.
"No." Molly thought. "That IS King Haggard's voice."
"What is that doing here?" he growled.
"My Lord. It is but a cat, harmless."
"A cat is nothing but a imp in a pleasing shape." Haggard stalked over to Molly and roughly grabbed the cat by the nape of the neck. "And this cat...." His stare bored into the cat's green eyes. "This cat knows things he should not. My secrets cannot hide themselves if a spy decides to inform the enemy."
"You consider me an enemy?"
"I consider everyone an enemy. An enemy is merely someone who desires something of yours that you do not wish to give up. I will not give them up woman."
With that the king exited the room still clutching the cat; leaving the small woman bewildered. The rain made soft pattering noises on the stones and the thunder rumbled like the Red Bull against the castle walls. As if answering the clouds' challenge; the Bull roared and overtook the sky's grumbling with his intensity. The castle shook with the Bull's bellow; shattering stone and mortar. Molly trembled and clutched the table and her chest. The fabric of her dress bunched in her clenched hand and she cried out; whether in fear or loss she did not know.
Prologue: A Fateful Loss
Alone, Molly put her face into the little cat's random fur. The cooking fire sputtered low, but she did not get up to feed it. Small, swift creatures scuttled across the room, making a sound like King Haggard's voice.
"No." Molly thought. "That IS King Haggard's voice."
"What is that doing here?" he growled.
"My Lord. It is but a cat, harmless."
"A cat is nothing but a imp in a pleasing shape." Haggard stalked over to Molly and roughly grabbed the cat by the nape of the neck. "And this cat...." His stare bored into the cat's green eyes. "This cat knows things he should not. My secrets cannot hide themselves if a spy decides to inform the enemy."
"You consider me an enemy?"
"I consider everyone an enemy. An enemy is merely someone who desires something of yours that you do not wish to give up. I will not give them up woman."
With that the king exited the room still clutching the cat; leaving the small woman bewildered. The rain made soft pattering noises on the stones and the thunder rumbled like the Red Bull against the castle walls. As if answering the clouds' challenge; the Bull roared and overtook the sky's grumbling with his intensity. The castle shook with the Bull's bellow; shattering stone and mortar. Molly trembled and clutched the table and her chest. The fabric of her dress bunched in her clenched hand and she cried out; whether in fear or loss she did not know.