“Are you aware of your misfortune?” a blinding white tom spoke. The smaller she-cat, a pale calico with her head bowed, looked up.
“Nay, Dewra.” the calico said clearly. “My paws have carried me here by order of my heart and mind. I wish to ask for the guidance of you and Great Tahra.”
“Very well.” Dewra stepped closer to the calico. “Raise your head, Dandy.” he ordered.
Dandy obeyed, and lifted her head while keeping her eyes closed. Dewra began to pace slowly around the smaller living cat.
“Darkness is a wall to be broken, not a door to be opened. While the skies soar for days upon seasons, discord in one could disrupt a wide region.” Dewra spoke with the voice of others, a strong wind blowing past as he circled Dandy.
Dandy took a sharp breath in as Dewra brushed his tail over the calico’s nose.
“Bon nuit.” Dandy whispered.
“Sire! Sire!” a small white tom bounded up the highest mountain of the Prairie. “Dandy has just spoken to The Fallen. They’ve given her a prophecy.”
Sire continued to stare across the night sky. “Tell her to come, and bring our healers to the Cavern.” he instructed calmly.
A slight breeze passed by them.
“Duck, do you understand?”
“Of course, Sire.” Duck bowed his head. “It’s just that… Dandy has been talking to herself. The healers, they’ll have thought she’s gone mad!”
“As do all who receive word from our ancestors, Duck. If she wishes, tell her to join me in the Cavern at moonrise, and we shall talk alone.”
The white tom fled the mountain top. Sire looked toward the Mainland. The soft rumble of the icy mountains gave him an idea on what this prophecy would foretell.
Sire carefully inhaled, taking in the scents of the Prairie. “Great Tahra,” he began with a sigh. “My cats to serve you well and honor your name. Desire, that your prophecy is that of a blessing than a curse upon our world, is strong, but we shall respect your choices and warnings, lest we anger you. Bon nuit, Great Tahra, til your sun rises again.” he bowed his head and left the mountain.
Sire waited by the Cavern for Dandy, making idle talk with cats passing by and speaking to himself of the news the Prophet might bring.
Soon enough, the moon begun to rise, and the cats started to retreat to their caves and rest. Sire, though, remained by the Cavern. He waited. Each heartbeat was slower than the last until Dandy’s head finally poked around the corner. She strided into the overhang with Duck by her side.
“Hello to you and you, Dandy and Duck.” he nodded as he stood. Without another word, he turned around and walked into the cave. His paws barely made a sound on the stone floor of the Cavern, and the looming walls made him look as small as a mouse. Once far enough back, he stopped. “We will stay along the edge of the burial spots. Dandy, please, inform me of your prophecy. Duck says it has caused you great worry.”
“Indeed, Sire. I had no intention of visiting the Mainland last night, but my heart begged me so. My paws carried me to the Cavern and led me inside. I spoke with Dew. I speak not, but his first words to me are inquiring of my misfortune.”
“The first sign among many of bad news.” Sire sighed. “Proceed.”
“I deny my knowledge of such a fate, and tell him why I arrived. I asked for his guidance and he tells me a disastrous destiny lies with our islands.”
“The prophecy tells as such: Darkness is a wall to be broken, not a door to be opened. While the skies soar for days upon seasons, discord in one could disrupt a wide region.” Dandy reports smoothly.
Sire mulls over the prophecy for only a few heartbeats. “Have you any idea to what this means, Dandy?”
“I have, Sire. I spent all day pondering it’s meaning. I have come to terms with my final thought. The prophecy speaks of discord. Disharmony. It must mean that there is infighting within our Season, and it could cause great harm to the function of the others.” Dandy paused. “May I have permission to speak this to the other prophets?”
“You may.” Sire nodded. “But, tell them that there is infighting, not centered around our island. It would cause more disharmony between the islands, as there is so much already.”
Dandy blinked at Sire, then she glanced at Duck. “Do you presume, the infighting might be between the Seasons and not our island alone?”
“The idea seems reasonable, but even at that, how do we solve such an issue?”
Dandy shook her head and stood. “I must speak with the other prophets.” she bowed her head. “Bon nuit, Sire,”
“Bon nuit, Sire.” Duck bowed before following Dandy out of the Cavern.
Sire followed, but not directly after. “Great Tahra, let me live to see this season out, to see my cats thrive in harmony once more. Bon nuit, bon nuit, Great Tahra.”
