For The Greater Good

Tatoe:1

The sound of shattering glass woke him.  His eyes fluttered open as he sheepishly raised his head. The room around him was of its usual manner, warm light flowing through the tall windows that bordered the room, armchairs and various other pieces of furniture sprayed across the chestnut floor boards. In the odd occasions that the room was actually organized it carried an elegant theme, but today it remained its usual, messy, and self.

 He stretched out his ivory paws in front of him, scanning the room once more to realise the glass he had heard shatter was sitting right in front of him, stained with the mint green liquid Dionysus always drank. He sat for a second basking in the sweet fumes before padded out of the room in search of his master.  His search didn’t last very long, for he knew that if Dionysus was not in the lounge, he would most likely be either in the dining room, where he kept large stocks of the fragrant liquids he often drank, or in the study, where he kept more stocks of the peculiar drink. In this instance he was lying in the door way of the study, passed out. This wasn’t much of a shock to Tatoe, for his master often passed out; it seemed to be a side effect of the liquid his master so often consumed.  Looking at Dionysus sprawled across the floor he remembered what Mia had requested of him. He wished he didn’t have hurt Dionysus like this, but he knew it was for the greater good. He made his way to His dormant master, Mia’s orders echoing in his head, took one final breath, and very swiftly slashed at his master’s face.