Walk a crooked mile

The start of a journey

I'd never expected it to happen, not in my lifetime. Of course since my home makes me immortal that previous statement was superfluous. Anyway what I'm trying to say is that a human finally stepped off the dismal streets and ventured into my world.

It happened just the other day, I was sitting under a cardboard box for a sliver of shelter. It had began to rain earlier in the day soaking me in a matter of minutes it was not something I was happy about. So to try to stay dry I had hopped under the cardboard, the bell on my collar jingling as I moved.

I wished i could go home early but the path to my forest is only open at dusk. It was a few hours till then and I was miserable. Till he walked around the corner. He had silky blond hair, it looked almost like wet white feathers as he moved to take cover under a bus stop. I watched him curiously his eyes were bright green and face slightly tan. He seemed just as miserable as I was. He didn't notice as I crept from my cardboard sanctuary to just under the bench on which he sat.

From the closer perspectives I saw he was holding a small journal; black leather bound with silver scrolling of flowers and the word "masterpiece" written in the center.

The book to me looked important, that's why I was surprised when he chucked the elegant journal into the steady storm waters.

He growled in frustration covering his face in his hands. I took a small step out from the bench to get a closer look but as fate was made to have it ; the bell on my collar rang as I moved. The saying ' curious killed the cat' became true as his emerald green eyes fell upon me. "Where'd you come from kitty"? He asked, deciding to play dumb I meowed a unintelligible response. For the moment it seemed he bought the expression I was selling him. His attention turned back to the black book before an exasperated sigh left him. " oh kitty , what am I going to do. I was entered into a short story contest by my English teacher but no matter how hard I try I can't write about the given prompt"

Humans had such petty problems , still I listened intently as he spoke about his current dilemma. This was kinda a new experience for me, I hadn't sat with a human for a very long time now. Sure I walked next to them when I left my home, but as far as conversing with them, I hadn't done such since Renee and Blaise left my life all those years ago.

In a way , this young man reminds me of master Blaise. Both were young men striving for something they truly believed in yet there was always a road block in their way. Perhaps this road blocks would be easier to fix than a lost love though. " I mean who can just write a faerie tale with no inspiration!"

Oh yeah , this would be a piece of cake. Turning my attention back to the young frustrated writer who I guessed had been ranting this entire time, I glanced toward the sky to see the rain clouds clearing and annoying liquid stop its falling. Time to get this plan moving

"Merow" I called as if I was addressing him which I was, his attention became mine and mine alone. "What is it little chat noir"? Ignoring the nick name I strolled over to the somewhat sodden book. He stared at me for a split second before I picked the book up in my mouth and ran. " HEY GET BACK HERE"!

He screamed after me but I had no intention to stop, if I was going to help this mortal I had no intention of doing it in an ordinary suburban city, no the place I had in mind was a little more ....... Special.

Ducking through broken Fences and under cluttered garbage I ran from him ,only stoping for a short time to allow him to catch up to me keeping him interested to chasing me. Soon the background started changing again as the sun fell in the sky. The concrete and steel structures around us faded into trees and brambles. Hoping over an iron gate at the very edge of the woods I paused to watch him pry the iron bars open after a millennia of being closed.

Though the trees were thick I could feel the sun finally disappear and I watched with smug eyes as the human gasped when the woods transformed past their fake façade.

My human friend watched was everything became more crookedly enchanted.

Even with the book in my mouth I still smiled, it was time to give my new friend a little inspiration for his story.