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II. The blabber of the old cat

II. The blabber of the old cat

1.The miricle

As the old cat lay motionless on the cobblestones, his companions huddled around him, their hearts heavy with grief. The grand adventure had come at a great cost, and now it seemed their brave leader had given his life to protect them. The mice chittered softly among themselves, unsure of what to do next, while the sparrow perched nearby, its feathers ruffled and its eyes downcast.

The little white kitten gently nudged the cat's side with her paw, her tears falling onto his fur. "Don't leave us now," she mewed softly. "We need you." In that moment, a miracle happened. A golden light began to emanate from the cat's wounds, sealing them closed as they watched. The singed fur grew back sleek and shiny, the air around him crackling with energy.

The cat's eyes flickered open, brighter than ever before. He blinked several times, disoriented but alive. "Wh-what happened?" he asked weakly as his companions crowded around him in celebration.

"You saved us!" squeaked one of the mice excitedly. "You faced down that horrible spirit and almost beat it!"

The sparrow pip-pipped in agreement, adding, "You showed us what true bravery looks like."

Mer-mer jolted upright, his eyes wide with disbelief as he flexed his once-battered limbs. He had not only survived the fierce encounter with the malevolent spirit but had emerged from it stronger, a force reborn. The magical realms held deeper secrets than he had ever dared to imagine.

"Thank you," Mer-mer expressed with heartfelt gratitude, nuzzling each of his newfound allies with reverence. "I could not have triumphed without your steadfast support."

Invigorated by his miraculous resurgence, the cat's adventurous spirit roared to life, a wildfire of determination. "Come, my fearless comrades! Though our quest was impeded, countless enigmas await our unraveling. Let us venture forth to the Crystal Caves of -..."

2. Sharp Mustache

Mer-mer's impassioned words were abruptly cut short by the frantic pounding of paws against the weathered cobblestones. A sleek, dark figure emerged from the shadows, his moustache bristling with urgency and his eyes wild with fear. It was none other than Sharp Moustache, Mer-mer's son, who had raced from the city bearing dire tidings.

"Father!" Sharp Moustache cried, his voice cracking with exhaustion and dread. "I bring grave news from the capital. The nine kingdoms have failed to elect an emperor, and now they stand on the brink of all-out war!"

Mer-mer's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart sinking like a stone. The fragile peace that had held the Realm of Beasts together for so long had finally shattered, and now the specter of chaos loomed on the horizon.

"King Louis XIII has issued a decree of full mobilization," Sharp Moustache continued, his words tumbling out in a frenzied rush. "The armies of France are gathering, and the other kingdoms are sure to follow suit. The streets are filled with the clamor of marching troops and the clashing of weapons. It's only a matter of time before the first blood is spilled."

A heavy silence descended upon the gathered companions, the weight of the news crushing their spirits. The mice huddled together, their tiny forms trembling with fear, while the sparrow fluttered nervously overhead, its beady eyes darting back and forth as if searching for an unseen threat.

Mer-mer closed his eyes, his mind reeling with the implications of this terrible turn of events. He had seen the horrors of war firsthand, had witnessed the devastation and suffering it wrought. The thought of the Realm of Beasts consumed by such carnage filled him with a profound sense of dread.