I had a stroke of brilliance while lying awake in bed the other night. Ghost Whispers shall be the first part in… A TRILOGY! Once I'm done with this fic, I'll probably take some time to work on my crossover, as I'm slowly getting over my writer's block with it… and I shall post a sneak peek of Part 2 of the Sacred Three Trilogy (my name for the trilogy) to keep you guys satisfied (at the end of this.) Anyways… onwards!
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Tantomile's POV
"Mistoffelees!" I cried. "Misto! Come quickly!" The Conjuring Cat turned around at the sound of my voice.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong- everything's going great- and I need you and Quaxo to come with me! Quickly!" Confused, the two tuxedo toms followed me into the room where I had done the summoning.
"Tanto, what were you trying to do?" Misto questioned suspiciously. "You should know that attempting spells without the proper protection is dangerous!"
"But it worked! I saw my brother!" He stopped.
"What?" I gestured for him to read the Scrabble-piece message. He quickly glanced over it.
"We'll need clay, sticks, and fur. Tanto, Quaxo, you two can go get it." I hurried out to the river and clawed up some of the clay there. Quaxo arrived at the same time as me with the branches.
"Good," Mistoffelees stated. "Can you help me make a cat-shaped statuette?" We nodded, rushing over to help him.
"I feel like Michelangelo," I commented.
"Personally, I was thinking da Vinci," Quaxo replied, carefully shaping the clay around the sticks. Jemima watched us with interest from a distance, resting a hand on her swollen stomach. She was due in about a month.
Once we finished creating the figurine, we evaluated its form before adding fur.
"I think it looks a bit like a Pollicle," I stated. "It's too stocky and heavyset for a cat."
"It doesn't really matter," Misto declared. "It's just the essence of the thing that counts."
"Are you sure you shouldn't make it more cat-like?" Jemima asked.
"It's fine the way it is!" Mistoffelees argued. "Let's just get this over with." He leaned down in the first position of the Sacred Triangle after putting the fur on. It was the position that Coricopat had taken whenever we needed to perform the rite with Jemima. Quaxo took my usual place, grabbing onto his brother's paw, and I held onto his.
"Om… jai guru deva… om," I chanted, beginning and ending each phrase with "Om," which, theoretically, is the cosmic sound of the universe used in meditation. "Jai guru deva" meant, roughly, "Hail to the divine guru." I believe that it was also used in a psych-folk song.
Glowing specks of light began to shine throughout the room as I continued chanting, drifting closer together and converging on the small statue. Whenever a light speck touched the clay and fur, it seemed to be absorbed into it, but still shone through like a tiny sun. Soon, the entire figurine was glowing, and it disintegrated in a flash of blinding light. We were thrust backwards onto the floor with an "Oompf!"
I looked up, and into my brother's eyes- but they were surrounded by black fur. Cori's fur wasn't normally black…
"MISTO, YOU IDIOT!" Coricopat yelled. "WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO THEM?! YOU'VE BROUGHT ME BACK AS A POLLICLE!!"
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Alright, that was pretty short, I have to admit. But the pace starts picking up from here! Poor Coricopat, stuck in a Pollicle's body… I would like to put up the Cycle of Awesomeness (yep, I changed the name) here.
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