"You look a mess," the cat said to me.
Looking down he was right. My clothes were torn and my body scratched from the chase. At some point I must have vomited on myself because the front of my shirt was covered in this milky hue that smelt disgusting. It was so bad I rolled on my side and vomited again.
"Finished?" the cat asked.
I rolled back over to face it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You are a hard one to get attention from," he continued.
"You could have gone about it nicer," I said.
"I could have," he agreed, "But if I did you would have missed the point."
"The point?"
"The point."
"The point"
"Yes, the point," he was becoming agitated and his tail beat back and forth off the ground. "Which I could get to if you'd quit butting in."
I pushed myself up to a sitting position which must have alarmed him because for a moment I thought he was going to take off again. I raised my hand for him to stay. "The floor is yours."
"You have been chosen to go on a quest," he said.
"A quest?"
"Oh dear, are we going to start that again?"
"Sorry," I said, "Go on." At the moment I just wanted him to get out whatever he had to get out so I could pass out again. "What kind of quest?"
I noticed a little purr when he talked. The kind of contented purr a cat makes when your stroking it. And, I swear he was smiling
"A very difficult quest. There will be many trials and you will face many enemies. There is no guarantee that you'll survive, and, even if you do, no guarantee you'll be successful in the end."
"What kind of trials? What kind of demons?" I was becoming rather agitated and swore that if I was to vomit again it would be all over him. As if he understood my intention, he slid back a little.
"That I do not know. But apparently you do, otherwise I would not have been sent to prod you along."
"But I don't know." My anger is rising.
"But you do."
"How do you know?" The world was starting to spin again and I could feel my heartbeat in my temples.
"Because if you didn't I wouldn't be here."
That was when I blacked out again.
Looking down he was right. My clothes were torn and my body scratched from the chase. At some point I must have vomited on myself because the front of my shirt was covered in this milky hue that smelt disgusting. It was so bad I rolled on my side and vomited again.
"Finished?" the cat asked.
I rolled back over to face it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You are a hard one to get attention from," he continued.
"You could have gone about it nicer," I said.
"I could have," he agreed, "But if I did you would have missed the point."
"The point?"
"The point."
"The point"
"Yes, the point," he was becoming agitated and his tail beat back and forth off the ground. "Which I could get to if you'd quit butting in."
I pushed myself up to a sitting position which must have alarmed him because for a moment I thought he was going to take off again. I raised my hand for him to stay. "The floor is yours."
"You have been chosen to go on a quest," he said.
"A quest?"
"Oh dear, are we going to start that again?"
"Sorry," I said, "Go on." At the moment I just wanted him to get out whatever he had to get out so I could pass out again. "What kind of quest?"
I noticed a little purr when he talked. The kind of contented purr a cat makes when your stroking it. And, I swear he was smiling
"A very difficult quest. There will be many trials and you will face many enemies. There is no guarantee that you'll survive, and, even if you do, no guarantee you'll be successful in the end."
"What kind of trials? What kind of demons?" I was becoming rather agitated and swore that if I was to vomit again it would be all over him. As if he understood my intention, he slid back a little.
"That I do not know. But apparently you do, otherwise I would not have been sent to prod you along."
"But I don't know." My anger is rising.
"But you do."
"How do you know?" The world was starting to spin again and I could feel my heartbeat in my temples.
"Because if you didn't I wouldn't be here."
That was when I blacked out again.
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