2 The Truth

I lifted my head above to look at the girl. She covered herself in a hood. Her cloak as long as her ankles. She wore a short dress. She had an orange top with a black skirt over it. She had laces from the skirt joining the two in a corset. Her cloak was brown leather. Possibly given as a gift considering her status. A family heirloom in the least. It looked slightly old, but still cared for. She had a beautiful face. She had clear skin with a few freckles scattered across her button nose. Long, brown hair grew to her waist. Typical see-through bangs came over her forehead. As she ran, she jumped over a rock and I fell into the basket once more.

Once we arrived, she took me out of the basket and apologised for the curse.

"I had to avenge my mother, you see. For we were treated horrribly by the rulers of this kingdom," she quietly explained. She then went into a small room where she kept a bucket of milk from her uncle's cow. She then poured out a bit into a small bowl. "Drink," she demanded. "It will keep up your energy." She made her bed so they could rest for the night. I morphed back into a human and laid beside her bed. She slept on hay and gave me one of her feather stuffed pillows. So this was what it was like to live with nothing. To be looked at as nothing. To feel like nothing. I felt horrible for the way our people were being treated. I knew I had to do something, but I can't now.

The next morning, I awoke to a hand brushing my back. It felt amazing. The only problem, was this growling sound coming from my throat. I decided to ask what it was, but all that came out was "maio."

The witch turned to me with a kind smile and whispered in a soft voice, " So you like that, do you? Aww, you're so cute as a cat! Oh! Where have my manners gone off to? I'm Isaballa, but you can call me Bella. That sound you hear, by the way, is called purring. When a cat purrs, it means they feel comfortable or happy."

"You can understand me?" I asked in a "mew."

"Indeed, I can. I'm a witch. We are taught the cats language so that they may guide us when needed. The cat is seen as sacred and wise." She changed her expression to a disgusted one and frowned, "Some seem a little spoiled though." She brightened back up, "So what should I call you? In cat form at least."

"What names are you considering?" I replied.

"How about," she paused to think of name options, "? That's the name of one of my favorite characters from my favorite book series. He is a little angry though." I shook my head. "Oh, well then what about Edgar? Edgar and Allen were two of my best friends before I had to take care of my mother. I do have a best friend here, too. His name is Poe." I nodded my head in agreement. " Great! Edgar it is then."