Monday, October 23, 2023

Day 296 - The Cat

The Cat
Matthew Ryan Fischer
 
The dead arrived. A human could feel fear. A human could be influenced. The knew no such emotions. There was only hunger. The cat had nothing to combat that with.
Her masters, the man and woman, were surrounded. A young soldier and a holy man in a robe were upon the man. The man was weak. His arm stiff. They could not bite his arm. His other flesh wasn’t so lucky.
The cat pounced, trying to save her master. She couldn’t prevent the hunger, but perhaps she could direct it.
The young soldier turned and attacked his companion. The young soldier tore another soldier apart. He attacked the spiritual man.
But it was all for naught. It was too late. The master was bit. The master was bleeding. He wasn’t dead yet, but soon would be. The dead were too powerful.
The cat leapt to her other master. The woman saw what had occurred. She pulled out herbs and began a spell. The cat understood what she was attempting. She was trying to save the man. She wouldn’t be able to do it alone. The cat had to focus all of her energy.
It was too much. The cat was losing strength. The spell was taking all she had to give and more. Perhaps the master would live. Perhaps not. The darkness had come. The shadows enveloped the cat as she closed her eyes, weak, afraid, drained.
The masters staggered away. The cat tried to make a sound. She didn’t have any strength left to give.

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