Daydream Journal.

City of Cats

Once upon a time,
There was a barren village where no one ever visited or ever heard of. The town has only the few residance of a population of just 78 people, including children and newly born babies. The town folk that did live in the unknown place nicknamed it, "The City of Cats." The reason for this name is the population of cats is almost in 100's and still multiplying by each season. The town had theory's spred but they never add up in the end of the apperance of so many cats.
Some say a male cat impregnated a bunch of female cats, but it could be false because a vet of the town searched for a male cat that wasn't neutered, all of them were and the ratio is that there are even more females.
Some also say that there is something in the town that attracts the cats. Probably not, because there is nothing a cat would want in the town besides the river bed where fish always swam.
The most popular of all the theory's is that there is some deite that lurks in the town that has to do with cats.
But it was all just silly to think of, it was just cats.

One day, in the beginning of winter there was a blizzard. It was the worst the town has ever received in centuries, it was so massive, no one could survive out there. The towns folk watched from there windows as cats stood out in the storm. The cats, of course were invited inside a warm house, they all refused. Instead they stayed outside, surrounded a house on top of a hill. The strange behaviour was unknown to any town folk, the cats all stay still in the horrid weather, the house is barely holding on it's last limb and is abondoned. After a few hours before the storm, the bakers-wife of the town decided to go search on what the felines are doing around the decaying house. Her husband begged her to stay inside but she intended on investigating. Her own cat was outside in the cold and got very worried. She grabs her lantern and coat as she walks out into the snowy white and inky black night. She fights through the strong wind that is pushing her around and trying to avoid the cats that are in the way of her walking. Strangely, the cats are in order and still for anybody to be in a storm. The woman trudges to the weary house on the hill, she looks at her surroundings of just cats. She is a little afriad, the hill, something is happening or going to happen at that house.
She finally gets up to the house, she feels the blizard cools down as it was just gusts of wind now. "I don't remember the house having no walls" she thought, the house only has four strong pillars standing and a roof that seems to unstable. She walks inside the "house" to see more cats surrounding a medium size crate in the middle of the room.
"Why do I feel safe?" She asked herself, as this setting would usually frighten her in any circumstance. Yet, she felt calm, safe in this rickety old house. She then goes to the crate, seeing two maincoons in the box, the maincoons look around her and get out of the box. "Oh my lord." She huffs under her breath, the maincoons revealed a newborn in the crate surrouned by blankets. The bakers-wife never seen a baby such as the one she is looking at, the baby had dark skin that seemed so magestic in the light of the snow and piercing golden eyes that peaked at her. The baby was then crying, the bakers-wife was about to help the baby boy before looking up.
A creature, a thing, it is unknown to the bakers wife. Whatever that thing is, it had big glossy eyes that cover most of it's head. Its eyes reflected the lanterns luminous light. The rest of the head that it did have, on top, antlers like a wild buck's but much more longer and intimidating as they look like daggers at each edge. It's body was covered in raven black material that looked closely like fur. The "fur" looks as a big coat, the thing's head wasn't on top of it's body. The thing had a hump onto it's back, giving an illusion it also hunched over. It came down from the roof, crawling as if it was nothing. This action startled the wife, causing her to fall and drop the lantern. The fire now out, the pale moon light was her only outlet to see her demise. The thing, thankfully, paid no mind to her. But worse as it went over to the baby. The creature loomed over the boy, it's arm extends over the box. Surprisingly, a human hand shows from the fur. She stands as she watches the thing carefully. The hand softly rubs the boy's head, the thing then slowly takes it in it's arms. The boy slumber continues, the thing doesn't look up to see the baker's wife. The wife is silent, she doesn't know or believe a bit on what she is seeing in this ordeal.

"Madame..." the thing finally speaks.

"Y-Yes..?" The baker's wife stutters out, unsure what is to happen.

"This baby boy. In 19 years, will have many questions to ask you. When he visits the "city of cats". But this city won't be the "city of cats" no longer he is to be gone. He will be in my care, from this day forward. But you are a witness of what happened tonight. The baker's wife I ask if you come back 19 years to see him. Talk to him. Be a guardian." The thing says as it looks up at the last bit of their monologue. It's goggle like eyes shine softly in the moon light reflecting the snow.
The baker's wife is afraid, very afraid, for what will happen the child and herself that evening. But somehow, out of all her morals. Out of any sense that this very uncanny way this night has turned out. She trusts the thing. She nods softy.

The thing turns away from her, to walk out into the blizzard, it's free arm that isn't holding the baby is raised up into the sky. A light of blue mist shoots up and clears the sky of it's harsh wintery storm. The wife walks to where the thing is, but before she could say a goodbye. The thing takes a broom out of no where. Most likely from the fur as the wife deduced it was a person and not a demon or being of supernatural idea's. But was wrong about what she suspected, the broom is floating in midair and the thing gets onto it with baby in arms and flies deep into the night. The baby never to be seen or heard from again...

Until 19 years later.