They walked in silence for what seemed to Zander like hours before he finally got the nerve to break the silence. So what's the tasks or challenges or whatever you wanted me to do?
Parn stopped briefly he shifted into his half human form and kept walking "once upon a time me and my master ruled this realm of magic, now that my master is dead the other inhabitants of this realm have risen to forms of their own power. Corruption reigns supreme over my woods and it's our job to stop it".
"Our"? Zander questioned
Parn turned to him with a puzzled fave " yes 'our', did you really think I'd let you do this on your own, the creatures would slaughter you without a guide". 'Comforting' Zander thought, least the cat didn't intend to throw him to the metaphorical (or literal depending how this goes) wolves.
"So who are these 'creatures' any way" he questioned once more to his feline companion. "..........Have you ever heard of a woman named 'mother goose' "?
Zander smiled at the name, "of course, she was one of the great nursery rhyme writers"! A hiss tore through parn's throat, he whirled around to face Zander, mismatched eyes blazing in both cold ice and golden fire.
"DON'T YOU EVER PRAISE THAT VILE WOMAN"! He screamed causing Zander to back a great deal up. Realizing he was screaming parn shook his head closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "That woman is a witch who prays of the suffering of the people here, ever story was a persons life or a innocent spell she corrupted".
"What are you talking about? Her story's were always nice bright and happy, like Humpty Dumpty". Parn shook his head once more dismissing these claims. " Humpty Dumpty was not nice, he was a greedy man wrapped in bandages, he was so gluttonous that he instead of feeding on food, fed on little children and that wasn't a wall he fell off, it was a window he was pushed out of".
A fear indescribable ripped Zander to shreds, "but what about the other nursery rhymes"
" their called Cursery rhymes here, and very few have happy endings, it's our job to destroy them or cure them"
"What rhyme are you from"?
"What"? The suddenness of the demand shocked parn a little, he thought that he had scared Zander away from asking such questions, he didn't need to know what the cat had done.
"You heard my question, what's your rhythm"? He didn't need to know, he wanted to. 'Perhaps he'd be to ignorant to know, .... Wait that's it '! Thought parn. Zander only new his nursery rhymes, not his Cursery rhymes. "I'm the crooked cat" he said simply
Zander thought a moment, he nodded toward parn, excepting the answer. They resumed their walking, fast approaching a Clearing up ahead.
All the while Zander was reciting the rhymes form memory
There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.
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Walk a crooked mile
FanficWhen a young aspiring writer faces a prompt he has no idea how to fill, he gets a little help from an unexpected place. Actually unexpected is not the word to describe it when an immortal cat from another world steals your journal and forces you to...
