A/N: Me: Surprise! Who's ready to get a total insight of the crazy Sol?

Violetmoon: I am!-Wait what?

Me: Enjoy children ;) (By the way, if you get lost in translation, just use Google translate-Spanish to English)

Sol's Master

"Hurry up all of you!"

How can dead cats be so slow? Especially these dead cats. Tigerstar and Brokenstar were leaders of a clan, Hawkfrost was almost leader, and from I hear, Thistleclaw wasn't that bad himself. Yet here I am, the immortal half-Spirit, the only live one, and I'm waiting around for these poltergeists.

It was Tigerstar who reached me first. He seemed to be the head of all this-that is, when Mapleshade wasn't around. Sure wish she was though. She's the only spirit of the Dark Forest that I can see eye-to-eye with.

"Sol," Tigerstar said. "What if Kiara rejects your plan?"

I scowled at him like he just asked if I knew left from right. "Tigerstar I don't have time for your mierda!"

The former ShadowClan leader spun himself in front of me. "It's not whatever you just said! If your plan doesn't work, then my whole plan is jeopardized."

I rolled me eyes. "With all honesty Tigerstar, do you really expect to get much out of those weak mortals you train during their dreams?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't question me Sol. You're going to need them."

"I don't need mortals!"

"You'll need an army."

"And why do you think I'm going to Kiara?" I said in a sarcastic tone. I heard the other cats behind me catching up. I walked around Tigerstar, purposely slapping my tail on his chest. For some reason that cat took that gesture as an offense. My my. And these cats consider me strange.

After another twenty minutes or so of walking, we reached a large barren field. The Dark Forest cats gathered behind me.

"We traveled all this way for this?" Out of all the cats, I found Brokenstar to be the most annoying.

I whipped my head back at him. "Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting something like a gigantic volcano or a mountain that reached the sky."

The old leader said nothing. I smiled. Brokenstar may have been annoying, but he wasn't stupid. I mean he was stupid, but not that stupid.

Starring into the field, I took a second to breathe. It was going to take a lot of power to do this. Aye, hijo de puta! This is why I hated coming here. Traveling back to my underworld was so hard to do from here. If only these damn cats were part of the alliance. But then again they were just a bunch of stupid animals who always needed a leader to follow or else they get lost.

"Alright," I told the dead cats. "I'm going to open the portal. Nobody say or do anything. Oh, and hang tight. It's going to get a little windy here."

They did nothing but nod. Of course they did. They feared me too much to do otherwise. Last time a Dark Forest cat talked back to me ended like fried pescado.

I stepped forward. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my front paw up. Black mists shot to the middle of the field and circled around each other, until a giant tornado of black mist was circling around the field. Behind me I could feel the dead cats stiffen. I rolled my eyes.

Ignorant mortals.

The tornado began to lighten up. Then it just disappeared completely. In its place, the ground rumbled. The circle it had left behind was imprinted in the grassy earth. Slowly, the ground within the circle shifted around, moving. It moved until there was a giant hole in the ground. A strong orange-red light casted out from the whole.

I wish I could've seen the look on the Dark Forest cats' faces, but I was already running late to meet with Kiara and I didn't want to be more late than I already was.

Tilting my head towards the circle, I ordered them to follow me. As always, they obeyed without question. As we approached the giant hole, stone steps automatically formed along walls on the interior of the hole, spiraling down into the abyss of the hole.

I placed my paw on the first step. "Be careful. The steps are a little slippery."

Hawfrost stared wide-eyed at the hole. "Are we really walking all the way down there?"

"Of course not," I said sarcastically. "I'm carrying you all down there. Here, hop on my back." I mockingly arched my back as if I was actually offering to carry him. The young warrior was thinking something. I seeped into his mind to see what it was.

Filthy piece of fox-dung dirt!

My head whipped around and narrowed my eyes at him. Instead of growling to him, an evil smile went on my face. "Be careful young mortal cat. Words sometimes can cause a greater fire than actions."

Hawfrost said nothing to my words. I don't even know if he comprehended them. He just looked down and started walking down the steps.

These steps soon led us to a giant iron gate, connected to a stone wall just as big as the gate. So Kiara took my advice in adding better security for entering into her world. There were many underworlds that she controlled, but it the one she lived in that was the most important. Before I suggested it, all she had was a few evil spirits guarding the entrance into her world. However, I reminded her how her spirits have been constantly failing her. From my idea, she made this giant iron gate. Once it opened you could enter into her world. However, the gate could detect intruders or Spirits that could bring harm to Kiara. It would kill you on the spot. Kiara's been thankful to me ever since. I hope in return, she grants me this once request.

The doors opened. We all stepped back as they squeaked opened. I turned to face the cast, looking each of them in the eye.

"Alright." I made my tone as serious as I possibly could. I wasn't going to take any risks in letting these idiots screw everything up. Hell, if it were up to me, I wouldn't even have brought them here. "When we get to Kiara's palace, NONE OF YOU are to do or say ANYTHING unless told to. Understand?"

I think I scared them good. They looked frozen, but they nodded their heads.

"Good kittens," I said. Turning on my paws, I walked through the archway of the gates, the others following.

Kiara's world was dark, no surprise. Swirls of black mist hovered above us. There was never light in her world, except for the light coming off torches. A few Greek-looking houses were built, to shelter the few half-Spirits that joined her. I envied those half-Spirits. At least they had two legs to walk on.

We reached Kiara's palace. It was truly a magnificent sight. Even the Castillo de Coca looked bleak compared to Kiara's Greek palace. Tall bold columns surrounded the entire edifice. Colorful tiles illustrated the pictures on the walls. There were arches, domes, rich architecture. When you look at it, it was like something out of dream.

As the doors opened into her palace, the marble floors shined. I put a paw on them and walked. I stopped when I noticed there were no footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw the Dark Forest cats cluttered in a group at the doorway staring at the floor as if it were covered in deadly snakes.

I rolled my eyes. "The floor's made of marble, not fire. Come on!"

They all walked cautiously on the floor, as if it might explode any minute. Once they caught up with me I started walking towards the Great Hall.

Once we reached there, two evil spirits guarded its stone doors. There was nothing I needed to do. They saw my face and squealed in fear. My name is a powerful one heard throughout the underworlds. There's not an evil spirit or half-Spirit that doesn't know my face, and there's not one that would dare question me.

The two doors opened, revealing a grand room, lavishly decorated with Greek paintings on the walls, along with golden tiles, and bejeweled torches lit with red fire. All the way at the far end of the Great hall, elevated four steps off the ground, was a might red throne. Sitting on it was a girl with matching red eyes.

Three half-Spirits, two men and a woman, were standing next to her, with scrolls in their hands. We approached them. They all looked up from the scrolls and down at us. Kiara gave a satisfied smile when she saw me.

She looked at the three half-Spirits. "Continue drawing up the plans. I'll review them later."

The three half-Spirits bowed, and hurried out of the room. Everyone knew they had to get out when I came to talk to Kiara.

Once it was just Kiara, me, and the dead cats, she crossed her legs ready to listen. Her short black tunic-identical as one from Ancient Greece-draped over the knee that crossed over her other knee. Her hair was tied in a braid to the side, and had rubies tied into it. Two sliver bracelets clung to her wrists, and another two on her upper arms. If I was some stranger, I would've said she looked like a dark goddess.

She tapped her bare foot on the floor, waiting me to speak. I cleared my throat.

"I think the time is coming. She seems to be losing it. There are many elements in her life that are causing her to lose focus."

Kiara let out a low, yet evil laugh. "And I suppose me controlling her would add to that stress."

I nodded. "A genius idea it was Kiara."

She looked at me and smile. "Oh come now Sol, don't be modest. It was you that pointed out that a little of me was transferred into her that night I fought her by the lake." She rested her chin on her hand, nodding, as if she was thinking of something and agreeing with it. "I must say Sol, you truly are a highly intelligent half-Spirit."

I couldn't help but let a tiny smile slip onto my face. Even when I was young boy, I couldn't resist smiling when people complimented on my intelligence.

Kiara reached over, to the small table right next to her throne, and took out a small olive from a silver dish. I couldn't help but raise a brow. "Olives. I care a little for them myself."

She popped it into her mouth. "I send my spirits into the mortal world everyday to get me a fresh bundle. My mother use to grow them in her garden . . . ." She fell silent. The whole world did. It was a rare moment when she mentioned anything of her past life-especially if it included her mother. I know the story of her mother, sister, and her childhood. I know how much pain it brings when she remembers it. But she dares never to show it.

I continued to speak, avoiding any more awkwardness to occur. "If we are to get her, the time is now."

Kiara ate another olive before turning to look at me. "And you're sure you can get her for me?"

I nodded. "As soon as possible."

"Good." She leaned back in her throne. "I may have control over her for now, but I'm losing it."

My eyes widened slightly. "How?"

"Her heart. There's too much love it in. When I attacked her friend, she was fighting me on the inside. I began to feel myself losing control of her." Her eyes turned strictly serious now. "It's love." She slammed a fist on the arm of the throne. "Love! Curses! Why didn't I think of it?"

"Couldn't you always fight love?"

"No you fool!" she roared at me. I took a step back.

Now she was angry. She floated off her throne, hovering above for a second, then flutter down in front me. She knelt down to my level, looking me directly in the eye. The redness of her eyes made me think of blood swirling in a circle. It made me shudder a little.

"It's not the love itself," she said. "It's the amount of it, and how passionate she is. Do you know how hard it was to kill her parents? Her strong love for them was so strong it formed a protective shield around them. No matter how many times I tortured them, they just wouldn't die. It took me hours and every torture cursed I could think before I finally broke the shield and killed them!"

I remember that day. She sent me along with a few other evil spirits to check to see if she had returned. The sight was the bloodiest scene I've ever seen. The entire interior of the house was red with blood. And the bodies of the parents . . . . . well I think Kiara had done her bloodiest job yet. Their faces were so torn up, I could hardly tell their were once faces. Deep scares and cuts were all over their bodies. There were burnt marks on them as well. There are times when Kiara goes a little too far. Those were one of those times.

"And that stupid lover of hers!" She shook her head. "It her strong love for him that basically killed my Spirit Eater. The amount of passion she has for that cat is un-"

That's when she noticed my fur rising. A smile came onto her face. She read my mind quicker than I could block it.

"Well, well, well Sol," she teased. She sat down on the steps. "But let's stop talking about foolish things like love, and go back to the real issue."

I nodded in agreement. "I've brought the Dark Forest cats as you asked." I flicked my tail behind me.

Kiara nodded to me, then beckoned for the cats to come to her. Only Tigerstar stepped forward. My guess was that he was speaking on behalf of all of them.

"So," she said. "My sources tell me you're raising an army?"

He nodded. "Yes. I'm gathering living cats and teaching them my battle moves, battles moves that are forbidden in their homes."

Her red eyes widened. "Impress, mortal cat. Would you say they're fit to go into war?"

Tigerstar was silent for a second. "Given a little more time," he finally answered. "I'm sure they'll be ready in no time."

Kiara looked at him steadily, curling a strand of black hair around her finger. "More time you say?"

"Yes, just a little more time."

"But haven't you been training them for ten months already?"

Tigerstar's face went blank, like someone threw something at him. "Well-er-they're not exactly experts. We sort of take whatever we can get."

The whole room went silent. I bit my lip in order to keep from smiling. Tigerstar just made the worse mistake you can ever make with Kiara. He told her what she wanted to know. You never do that with Kiara. You never tell her everything. Once you do . . . . she owns you.

Kiara raised two fingers. Tigerstar immediately began to gasp for air. His tail wiggled furiously as he tried to get air to his lungs.

"Now, little mortal cat." Kiara kept her fingers raised. "You've had ten months to train a bunch of scrawny lower than dirt mortals-similar to yourself. How they yet to be ready is a mystery to me." She sighed. "I guess it's because you're a failure. As all mortals are. And I guess you want help you train them because you can't do it yourself?"

All eyes were on Tigerstar. The former leader of ShadowClan looked sternly at Kiara. His eyes were daring, but he said nothing. He just nodded.

Kiara smiled. "Very good. My spirits will help you train them. And they will use my methods of training. Obviously your methods are weak and unsuitable for training real warriors."

She looked to me now. "How long till the battle?"

"Two months."

A smile from her. "First the Dark Forest and my own warriors will defeat StarClan. Once that happens, we'll be ready to defeat the Spirits. And once that happens, I'll create the biggest war humanity's ever seen."

The plan was good, very good, but something about it puzzled me. It was daring, but I said it anyway. "Why is it crucial we defeat this StarClan? They're just a bunch of ancestors of savage cats."

Kiara hissed. "Why you ask! I'll tell you why. StarClan may just be a bunch of ancestors, but they were there long before even I was born. The knowledge they obtain is . . . . . . beyond powerful."

I was in complete shock that she would say such a thing like that wasn't regarding herself.

"These warrior Spirits," she continued. "communicate with their descendants, passing on their secrets. These secrets may be small, but they contain knowledge even beyond what you know Sol."

My eyes widened. Beyond what I knew? Was that even possible?

Kiara nodded as if reading my mind (which she probably did). "Right now Sol, the only thing standing between us taking over the Spirits is StarClan. Once we take down StarClan, we can end Alena and her army of Spirits . . . . permanently!"

Suddenly her eyes grew worried. "But we need Jani."

I smiled the same evil smile she gives others. "Don't worry Kiara. I'll get her for you. And when I do . . ."

Kiara let out a frustrated sigh.

"Kiara you promised-"

"I know!" she yelled in annoyance. "You're humanity."

"And . . ."

She rolled her eyes. "I know the second part Sol. But that will only happen if you bring her to me."

Kiara stood up. She walked up to a golden mirror that stood alone on wall. Placing her finger on the glass, her reflection melted away, and instead the mirror showed a group of cats traveling in a field. Among them was Jani.

Kiara looked at me. "They're looking for you Sol."

"I know." Those fools think I murdered a cat from their clan, when in truth the real murderer was walking right by their side.

Kiara took her fingers off the mirror and the image faded. Her eyes were focused only on me. "Bring her to me. If you fail . . . . . pray to anyone who'll listen to you. You'll need Alena herself to save you from my wrath."

I bowed my head to her. "I won't fail you Kiara."

The image of her began to fade as I transported from her world into the Jani's. The Great Hall disappeared into darkness. As I began to enter the mortal world, my mind was set on Jani. I remembered the day I saw her in human form. She wasn't like most of the pale skinned girls I was accustomed to when I lived in Spain. Her dark skin, complemented by her amber eyes and jet black hair was like art to me. Art I felt like I just had to have.

The mortal began to form in front of me. Cold wet snow was on the ground. I felt it under my paws. A chilled wind blew, but it hardly affected me. All my thoughts remained on what I saw ahead of me.

About twenty feet or so away from me, noticing me at all, was Jani. She walked gracefully on the snow. Two other cats were with her, a black-furred female, and a ginger male, but they hardly mattered to me.

My eyes remained focused on Jani, my future wife. Just as Kiara had promised me.