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Episode Three: The Red Dot War
Oh, what was that? A moving red dot. A prey. I slowly rose and jumped. But the dot had already moved.
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Excerpt: Familiar’s Mark (1st Draft)
The lengthening shadows kept time as I explored Grayriver in search of Eric. After two hours, I was exhausted for completely mundane reasons. I need a nap and a grooming.
Everyone I saw was asleep, and there was no response to my calls. I wasn’t sure where Eric might have gone, but I knew I was running out of time. I couldn’t look for him any longer. With my tail dragging in the dirt behind me, I slunk back to the crater. Elise and my mage were crumbled at the bottom of the stairs, just as I remembered, but the ground around the trap door had turned a blinding white. It was as if something were leeching every last piece of essence out of the earth, leaving behind a nothingness that I could only interpret as ‘white’ because I didn’t have the vocabulary or knowledge to explain what I was seeing.
Even as I stood at the edge watching, the white crept further. I didn’t know what would happen when the hungry edge reached my mage and Elise, but I suspected it would be very bad.
I ran around the edge of the crater to the top of the stairs. From there I could see that a pale mist shimmered above the bleached earth. It was only an inch or two high, and so thin it was impossible to see against the white. The mist led the slow march of death though. Is that what the demon looks like? A bit of barely-there mist?
“Kitty? What is that thing? Why won’t Mommy wake up?”
The soft voice trembled and I spun to face Eric. Tears had left streaks on dirty cheeks. He stared at me with wide eyes that were just beginning to fill with hope. I couldn’t help but tremble. Facing a demon and saving the day was one thing, but to be a child’s last hope was too much.
I pressed against his legs and nuzzled my nose into his hand. “I don’t know what to do, Eric,” I told him. “My mage is asleep just like everyone else, and the demon is escaping.”
Eric trembled and a tiny sob hiccuped in his throat.
“We have to stop it, but I just…I don’t know how.”
Eric’s hand buried into my fur and I felt a small tingle of static. It shouldn’t have been possible for me to feel the boy’s magic—a Bound Familiar can only feel ambient magic and that of their mage—though it had certainly been a day full of impossible things. His voice was just as full of fear as before, but he said, “If everyone else is asleep, then we have to stop the demon.”
“That’s very brave of you, but I told you, I don’t know how.”
“Papa used to say that”—his nose wrinkled and eyes screwed shut—“heroes aren’t the people who knew the answers, they were the ones willing to get the job done.”
Heroes? I’m no hero, I’m a cat.
The hope was back in his eyes and I couldn’t tell him his father had been full of it. I sighed. “Well, let’s go put a demon back in its cage then.”
13. Vet Betrayal II: Onyx Edition
Usually, I would run at first glance of that cursed box. But… Today was the day for Onxy check-up. “Eh? This isn’t for you, Snowy.” Servant’s hands hovered, gently steering me away. He patted my head and scratched my chin to distract me. Adamant, I tried again. “I’ll follow.” “Snowy going too? So fun!” That brat’s ears perked up. He nudged slowly toward me. I looked away and yawned. He wasn’t…
12. Temporary? Not So.
It had been a week. A week since my servant brought that brat. A week of that brat occupying our guest room. With that weird collar cone. I walked past the jailed room, saw my servant put down my tribute and left. Usually, I drink and exercise after eating. Today, I felt like I needed to check that brat earlier. My tail stilled. Despite the feeling of servant dividing his attention,…
9. The One I Tolerate (And the One I Don't)
Ninety-nine. A hundred! I jumped out from the wheel and walked out. Hmm… I groomed my front legs and wiped my face. I need—my ears twitched. “Snowy.” What fine timing for my servant to show up. What was it? I saw servant crouched down and cupped my face. I lightly shoved his hands and he tried to kiss me. I batted his lip. What had come over my servant? Must be my irresistible majestic…
Episode Eight: The Great Culinary Offense
“I told you he won’t eat it.” My ears twitched from my servant’s voice. I blinked and swiped my eyes with my front paws. He was talking to that small rectangular thing again. I ignored him. Let him be. He would eventually stop by himself. Humn… This bean bag was truly excellent. The sunlight didn’t pierce my eyes and warmed my body nicely. Befitting as my throne. Now… Where was my…
Episode Seven: All Thrones Are Mine!
Usually, I slept comfortably on my favourite flower throne. But… It was squashed down. I hopped to another throne with a fish head shaped, barely hanging. How unsatisfactory. How could this one have no throne? I had to fix this. I walked to the living room and observed. Plain cushion. Sofa. A thing human called a “bean bag” close to the window. I looked at this sad cushion. Pressed it with…
Episode Six: The Streamer Room Is Not For Cat
I had just exercised on the wheel and was thirsty. I approached my fountain water and licked the much fresher flowing water. Good quality! As always. What time was it? Hm… I didn’t hear or smell my servant’s presence. I walked to the window and watched the darkening sky. This would be around the time when my servant played his shiny rectangular screen. Let’s inspect that room. Was this his…
