Chapter 3:

''You sure your friend isn't a wizard Evan'' Ozma asked tucking Evan into bed that night.

Basil had let Olivia and her son stay for the night which Ozma knew out of the goodness of his heart. The room was styled for a boy round about Evan's age. It had a small bed with a shelf that held a few books. A bedside table stood by the bed.

On it an oil lamp burned brightly as the deep red curtains weren't drawn as the window was left open.

Walking to the window Ozma let the wind gently surround her hand. After a moment she closed it Evan stared at her in a funny way.

''I am sure if he was it would be a shock to all of us what were you doing Ozma'' Evan asked.

''Oh nothing it helps calm me'' Ozma said.

''Calms you'' said Evan repeating her words as Ozma nodded.

Downstairs Basil and Dawson were busy discussing matters as Olivia sat in one of the chairs sewing.

''You think Nicholas and Anika might strike again'' said Dawson.

''I wouldn't let it past them since after Ratigan's death Nicholas made himself the new leader of his gang'' said Basil pacing about.

''Basil you are nerved this isn't like you'' said Dawson.

''I know all my life I felt magic was make believe in stories but after witnessing those two and Ozma'' said Basil trailing off.

''You think they might try to recruit her to their side'' said Dawson seeing the fear in his features.

''Ozma is too innocent to get caught up in their madness so kind and beautiful'' said Basil saying the last part to himself.

''You are captured by her aren't you'' said Dawson.

''Only as a friend I see she is bright, lovely and willing to help others'' said Basil as he headed to his seat.

Dawson knew Basil wanted to drop the subject of Ozma altogether. Ever since their first meeting it seem Basil was blinded by her gentle soul. Chuckling to himself Dawson imagined how could a mouse detective and a human witch ever fall in love.

They were born both from different worlds. His the realm of logic and reality. Basil had no time for fantasy or the unknown.

He was brought up to believe that was stuff mothers told their children as stories of beautiful ladies in distress rescued by a handsome knight. Basil snorted at this as his knowledge of magic was thin.

He thought witches were ugly, spiteful and wicked creatures who caused harm to others. But he never imagined meeting a sweet pretty one like Ozma.

She was starting to help change his view on her kind as she was opening his eyes to a new world he had tried to shed away from.

While Ozma believed in the realm of magic and impossible. She believed anything was possible in her mind as she felt her people could do anything.

Still she was new and confused by the world she had entered as she was wandering further from her home. She had never forgotten her friends or parents.

Something deep inside of her was haunting her these strange memories she kept having of someone else. Who were they as she wondered if they knew her father before her birth.

Yet she felt Basil would be there to help guide her to sanity as he kept her from sadness and pain. She felt comfortable in his company as he made her feel safe and wanted.

Ozma was enjoying more of her new surroundings as she wondered what else laid in store for her to come.

Deep in the sewers Anika stormed till she came to three sleeping forms hanging upside down. One was a snowy white bat, the second a dusky brown and the third a jet black one. These bats were the ones that did Anika's bidding.

Unlike Fidget they wore no clothes.

''Right you three lazy lumps I have a job for you'' Anika said screaming the words.

This frighten them forcing the three to fall to the ground. The first one had dark red eyes, the second had dark brown and the third light green eyes.

''Yes mistress we obey whatever you command'' said all three in unison.

This annoyed Anika as she shook her head in anger.

''I want you three to pay a little visit to Basil actually it isn't him Nicholas wants you to have this girl escorted to him at once got that and if you three screw this up it will be the pot for you'' said Anika saying the last part as a threat.

They trembled in fright as they bumped into each other. Spreading their wings the three descended into the sky.

At Baker Street that moment Ozma held the music box she had found in the balloon in both her hands. She stared at Evan.

''Evan would you like to hear some music'' Ozma asked.

''Yes please'' said Evan.

Turning the key in the music box Ozma opened the lid as the soft lulling sound echo the whole room. It enchanted Evan's heart especially Ozma's as the music sounded so haunting in her mind.

As it came to stop Ozma was about to wound it back up when she stopped.

Down below Fidget was about to leave when Basil saw him out the corner of his eye.

''I haven't forgotten about you'' said Basil.

Before they could speak Basil's body stiffen something was coming. Knowing Evan and Ozma were upstairs he ran in a craving need ot protect them.

Ozma and Evan waited in silence as the glass of the window smashed to pieces. Three forms entered the room swooping at her.

Ozma ducked and dodged as she sent her powers flying at them at all directions.

''Ozma behind you'' said Basil as he entered the room.

Hearing his cry as one of the bats flew at her as Basil got in the way as it wounded him. Yelping in pain Basil fell to his knees. Ozma needed to help him. Before she could one of the bats grabbed her.

Making off with her into the night as the other two knowing they had done a good job with Nicholas and Anika awaiting their return.

Suddenly as it flew low near The Thames river something pounced from out of nowhere. It screeched in pain as it dropped her onto the ground.

The form clawed deep into the bat's side as his companions came to his aid. After this they fled escaping back to the sewers.

Ozma remained where she laid as she watched from the shadows. She felt her arms being held onto by a hand as she was pulled to her feet.

She was face to face with a ragged form. She could see it was a rat as some of the clothes were torn as the features looked a bit fierce. It took deep short gasps of breath to get the air into his system.

''This way hurry before those pesky lackeys of hers return'' he said as Ozma saw he had let go of her.

Hoping he hadn't hurt her or pierce her skin with his claws as they walked in silence. They came to a short stop as the rat needed to rest. Ozma guessed he had been through some great battle.

''Here let me see to those wounds'' said Ozma as she touched him.

He didn't move away as he let her see to him.

''Why would a kind soul like you help me'' he said ashamed with himself.

''Because you saved my life I could only do the same'' said Ozma softly.

''But I am no more than a monster it is in my nature'' he said.

''No it isn't no one like you is truly evil'' said Ozma.

He smiled at this as Ozma tried to help mend his clothes as well.

She thought why was he at war with himself. Then she remembered the music box. Holding it she reached out for him to take.

''For me'' he said.

''Yes'' said Ozma.

''No one has ever shown me true kindness unlike you what is your name'' he asked.

''Ozma yours'' Ozma asked.

''Ratigan'' said Ratigan.