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Chapter One
In the beautiful town of Carvahall, things seemed all right. When the two farmers, Liam and Levi, carried him to Carvahall, the villagers did not mind them at all. They've seen cats before. Liam, Levi, and the other villagers didn't know it was a werecat the farmers saved.
Liam and Levi approached their house, Solembum's jaw dropped. It was a humble looking home, but not enough to please the baby werecat. It's roof was made of hay, lashed together with nylon rope. It's doorframe was made of termite-infested birch wood. Still, sighed the werecat, it would have to do. Liam and Levi had two sisters, Heather and Elizabeth. Their parents died years ago, and they had to carry on with their lives by themselves. The two farmers carrying the werecat walked in. The ironic part about the family and the house is the first letter of everyone's name combined spells HELL. That was exactly what the house looked like inside and out. Everything was disorganized. An ax here, a saw there, dirt and grime all over the place. The stench was unbearable.
Yes, as you may have guessed, Carvahall did not have electricity. Sadly, there was no such thing as electricity in Alagaësia. Carvahall was a poor village with one blacksmith for tools, one leatherworker for saddles, one strange item collector (as every village should have), and, the citizens. It was bleak for a werecat, but it was home for the humans. Solembum wasn't picky as long as he was alive.
During the night (which is the time every werecat likes) Solembum snuck out of his little cozy bed in HELL, and walked through the streets of Carvahall. There, he saw rows of hovels lined up down one street connecting all of them. The street was in bad condition and desperately needed repair. He walked calmly and deliberately, like any normal feline cat should. As he walked into the night, a heavy fog rolled in. Werecats have a keen sense of knowing when they are being watched, but Solembum was an exception. Because he was so young and immature, he did not notice a pair of gleaming eyes that was lurking in the alleyway shadows, watching his every move.
He crept back into HELL unnoticed through the poor substitute of a window, and closed the shutters with his paws before a draft wafted in. As he crept into the house, the floorboards made a resounding creak when Solembum stepped on it. Quickly, he froze and listened to his surroundings. Apart from Levi snoring, everything was silent. Solembum quickly learned to test each floorboard before stepping on it. It's kind of like a game of minefield. Of course, there were no such thing as minefield in Alagaësia… At last, he snuggled into his bed and stared at a hole in the ceiling, into the sky. I miss my parents, he thought, right before he fell into the black churning whirlpool of dreams.
He opened his multicolored eyes, only to find himself in a lush forest. He was no longer in HELL or in Carvahall. He was in the Spine, but not just anywhere in the Spine. He was in his home. Pine trees loomed over him, with their needles falling gently to the snow-packed ground. A light snow pattered the ground, burying the pine needles. Stretched in front of him, he could see a good ten or twenty werecats. His father, Enstûrí was watching the werecats with great pride. He was the Alpha in the pack and he was proud of it. Behind him, his mother approached with a little bundle of blue blankets. Inside, was none other than little Solembum.
"Meow?", little Solembum asked questionably to his father.
"Yes," chuckled Enstûrí, "I am your father."
"And all this," he gestured to the pack, "will soon be yours."
No sooner as he said that, a low rumble was heard.
"What was that?" asked Nárostá.
Another rumble was heard, but this time, louder. All of the werecats pricked up their ears, listening. Suddenly, the ground shook. Small cracks ran through the territory where all the werecats were. It was a horrible sight. All the werecats running around in chaos. Solembum's parents tried to calm the pack down, and the din was ebbing, right before a steely voice boomed, "Deloi Moi Unin Aí Vágr!" (Ground, change into a wave!)
Instantly, huge fissures broke from the ground. Chaos reigned once more throughout the pack. This time, no words from Enstûrí could calm them. Half the ground which they were standing on jerked to the left and rose up, tossing most of the helpless werecats to the ground or flung onto the trees. The huge snowy terrain turned into a huge wave one hundred yards away, aiming to kill the pack. Nárostá, holding little Solembum, found Enstûrí. The destructive Earth wave was fifty yards, tearing up trees along the way. Nárostá metamorphosed into a human. A vivid flash illuminated the surrounding area. Where the flash originated, a human stood. With a slender face, Nárostá's brilliant blue eyes and blonde hair made her absolutely beautiful. twenty-five yards. After Enstûrí turned into a human to, they scooped little Solembum up and held him close to their chests. fifteen yards.
Nárostá muttered, "I'm ready."
"Do it."
Nárostá sucked in a breath, readying herself. Ten yards. The wave was almost upon them. Some unlucky werecats, including Enstûrí's best friend, Vündèrë, got trampled by the treacherous wave. After a couple long seconds, Nárostá cried, "Skölir Nosu Frá Deloi Un Stenr!" (Shield us from ground and stone!)
A bubble nearly visible appeared around Nárostá, Enstûrí, and little Solembum, right before the towering Earth wave crashed down, enveloping the shrieking werecats in hundreds of pounds of snow and dirt. As for the human/cat trio, the bubble protected them. At once, the wave settled to the ground, killing the last of the werecats. Nárostá's bubble burst, while she fell, exhausted, to the ground. She turned back into a cat, her shapeshifting power, gone for now. Enstûrí, with little Solembum, turned himself back into a cat as he landed next to Nárostá. She quickly got up, looking around her, at the destruction. No werecats were visible, because they were all buried by the monstrous wave.
Enstûrí mumbled, "Stydia Unin Mor'ranr."(Rest In Peace.) From behind him came a laugh, a laugh which sent chills down his spine. It was Durza. Quickly, Enstûrí and Nárostá fled into the forest, Durza close on their trail. They ran much faster than Durza, but it was dark by the time they lost sight of him. It was a moonlit night, cold and foreboding...
"Wake up kitty!"
Solembum shifted in the folds of his blankets, but did not get up. Levi touched Solembum, trying to rouse him, but to no avail. Finally, he yelled, "Get up cat!"
Solembum jumping out of his cradle, yowled, every hair on end. Levi scared him so much, he landed on the ceiling, digging his claws into the chipped wood. Liam, walking into HELL, chuckled, unhinged Solembum's claws from the ceiling, and lowered him down to his safety. Solembum casually walked out of HELL, flicking his tail as he pranced by the two brothers. As if he was trying to cover up his embarrassment, thought Liam.