Butter shot her body up, gulping in the air around her. The sky above was beginning to be swallowed by darkness. The dark elements reached its shadowy fingers across the sky, spreading them, devouring all light. The individuals that resided here would soon be engulfed by this darkness. The lands were set ablaze, cats scattered all around, their bodies bruised and defiled. The smell of the air rested in the nose and on the tongue. There was no hope here. The stench rummaged through her nose, the abuse reminding her of the mistake that she had made.
Standing still, the sound of her breath and the roaring fires around had been the only noises being made. There was silence now. What had happened? How did everyone die? Why was she spared?
“Sister…” She heard a pained voice utter.
She turned her head and saw her brother. His eyes devoid of life, a large gash on his forehead spewed crimson liquid down his face, staining his light blue shirt. His white ears twitched, sending crimson drops flying.
“Brother please stop!” She tried to reach out to him, but a barrier of magic blocked her grasp.
“You did not follow the rules we had set when it comes to magic, young flame point. “
Butter anxiously turned her head side to side. Where was this voice coming from? She had never heard of such rules when it came to magic.
“Oh on the contrary young feline,” the voice said, “you knew exactly the rules we had set in place.”
Butter shook her head; she truly could not recall such rules.
“What rules?!” she screamed.
She looked back towards Scotch, seeing him now fighting for air, his lungs screaming out for reprieve.
“It is a pity that you forget.” The voice took a couple long seconds but then resumed, “When every one of your kind is old enough to comprehend, I tell them of the rules over the magic we bestow upon you.”
Butter was still confused, her mind spinning. She became dizzy as the voices continued.
“It should be known to you that once you use four spells, the magic begins to fuel itself off of your life source. Anyone can use magic within Euteria, but the amount is reliant upon the users will to live. Essentially, the more magic you use, the less you will have in the future. Magic should be a last resort, but those who wield it think of it as some gift in which they can use without consequence. You are limited to only around four to five spells a day, and if you exceed such an amount you give us permission to take the life force from your body. You as a young cat, should know of this rule, do not let the magic control your decisions. The only exception to this rule is if you use it for a higher purpose, that is the only way it will not drain your life force.”
Butter, beginning to grasp what was being said, still remained mainly confused. “Then does the same thing go for the humans in Euteria? Or are only us cats limited by these rules?”
“Humans are different,” the voice started. “They can also transfer magic, or take it from others. They acquire their own source of power after stealing the magic we created. We formulated the magic just for the feline population such as yourself, in hopes that it would help put a stop to the way the humans abused us. They kidnap your kind, imprison them and suck out all the magic. This is a way for their reserves of power to stay high enough that they never have to fret about their souls dying.”
“Then why don’t we just get rid of the magic?”
The voice chuckled, “To give up the magic once you know of its splendor is nearly impossible to surrender. It is an unmanageable task; besides, the humans have become so cunning they would find a way to get back their precious abilities. That is why our only hope rests upon you, young flame point.”
Butter tried to resist looking around at the dire scene in front of her.
“That is what will happen if you do not accept the proposition we now lay out for you.” The voice said into her ear.
Butter looked at the now dead body of her brother, the pain evident on his face of the suffering he endured.
“What is the proposition? I’ll do anything to keep this from happening.”
The voice became stern. “At your birth we transferred a large amount of magic into your body. Your master’s powers are within you and we must keep him thinking that only his powers are. He believes you are so strong because you hold his powers within you but he is mistaken. It is my own powers that flow through your veins, and they are very powerful. We have done this because there is a young male cat that has extraordinary natural powers. He holds far too much for us to feel comfortable allowing him to live. We fear if he was ever to turn rogue we would be in a tedious situation and Euteria would never survive such a clash of superior magic, as you can see for yourself right now.”
The voice took a second and then continued, “He has as much power as we have bestowed upon you, and the likelihood for him to take the power he has for himself could easily lead to betrayal.”
Butter cocked her head; she knew who he was talking about. “What is his name? What am I supposed to do about it?”
The voice spoke back sternly, “In order to keep your brother alive, you must kill your so-called protected, Haru. He is too much of a risk to not only the humans but Euteria.”
Butter looked at the lifeless body of her brother, “What reason would Haru have to kill my brother? If he is so powerful why can’t you kill him? I thought he was to protect me from Ren. What am I to do without him?”
The voice seemed to take its time and it frustrated her, “Hello?” she growled.
The voice answered, “Yes, I heard you. I was just discussing with someone about what you asked. You see, as the creators of Euteria, there are questions we cannot reveal the answers to. We have to allow our citizens to make their own mistakes or triumphs. What I can tell you is, Haru is a good person but his power will corrupt his mind. He might seem innocent, but we fear the day he will betray us. It is rather difficult because we cannot explain everything to you; however, what you must know is the carnage in front of you will happen again and again if you do not open your eyes to the beings hiding behind their cloaks. For the ones you trust the most would not hesitate to slice your throat.”
Butter held her breath, raising her hand to her neck. How could anyone want to harm her when she had done no wrong?
The voice chuckled, “You believe you have done no wrong?”
Butter nodded, “I don’t believe I have.”
The man spoke back, “You are the one creation we have made that will have enough power to take down not only humankind, but your own kind as well. The only factors in your way, both emotionally and physically, will be Haru and Ren. We have talked about killing both men, but it goes against our nature. That is why we have chosen you. Since you have the power to either end or escalate the evil upon Euteria that is why you might be a target to some. I know what I am telling you is rather vague, if I could I would tell you everything."
"I must go now, but please, if you take anything from this conversation please remember that if you wish to keep your brother and all of Euteria safe, you must kill both Ren and Haru. He is too cunning and powerful for us to stay comfortable while having him roam our creation that is Euteria.”
“What have I done wrong though?!” Butter asked but there were no more voices, just the sound of the burning fires around her, engulfing her brothers remains.
Waking up with a jolt, Butter let out a sigh in relief. She saw Haru straight in front of her, accompanied by an older gentlemen. She shivered and Haru leaned close to her, rubbing her arm, "Are you alright?"
Butter looked closer at Haru, remembering what she had been told about him. It had been a horrible dream to be thrust into, the creators of Euteria pushing her mind to witness an event that never took place. Foreshadowing how Euteria and her brother would suffer. What was she to do though? To save her brother she not only had to kill her master but also Haru? The very one that saved her? She knew at once she needed to talk to someone that she felt safe with, and Kokoro was the ideal choice.