The wildcat wearing the leather collar with the turquoise stone in it lunged, tearing her way through the fragile sand creature.
"Take that, filth," she uttered coldly. A sharp pain in her side brought her to her haunches, and then she collapsed. She looked fearfully down at the blood spattered sword of the sand creature, the sword which it had inflicted a deep wound in her side with… a sudden convulsion sent a lone stream of blood down her chin.
She heard the prince cry out. She heard Farah fall. Yet she could donothing, she felt her magic slowly draining. She simply decided to close her eyes and let fate take her. Yet she felt the Prince lift her, and carry her gently down through the pit into which Farah had fallen.
Once again, she felt as though she was not in the midst of this, and that she was only watching, and hearing. She was placed on the ground next to Farah, and she heard a murmur of voices, which she hazily identified as the prince and the traitorous vizier, the one who had trapped her in her pet's body. When her failed shielding spell collided with his spell, a fusion charm was born and fused Erin, the young sorceress and her pet together.
She opened her eyes weakly and watched as the prince leapt deftly to the top of the hourglass, raising his dagger. If her feline face had had the ability to smile, she would have. Yet all she could manage was a weak purr as the light of time engulfed her.