The Kitty and The Bard

This story would start with "Once Upon a Time", but unfortunately, the author took it upon herself to leave you a note instead.

Ah yes, it all started with a note. What kind of note you ask? Oh, good question. The kind of note that beings with a deer, and ends quite sincere. For the sunlights rei's will wither this notes contents quite away; away and onto the winds, which are far more cautious than anyone would like or want them to be.

This is the tale of a bard, who is quite possibly insane. Nobody is sure. They've never gotten close enough to lock her away and have her tested. Certainly, the townspeople of Tragallia would be better off if they did lock the bard away- however, there was always something about the music and magic the bard spun, the tales she told, that kept them from acting upon their urge to send her away to the loony bin. Perhaps it was the accent the girl had, that hinted of a traveller from faraway lands, or the tan that told of the hours she had spent under the sun telling tall tales. Maybe it was the glimmer of mischief in her bright tempest eyes that promised to reveal all of her secrets, if only you would just listen for but a moment longer.

Whatever it was about the bard, the townspeople knew not. All they knew was that when she sung her song, told her tale, laid down her lot of lies, their troubles seemed to fade away for a little while.

However, Tragallia was not the only town on the continent, and there were others who were not so swayed by her song and dance. So she ran, ran, ran, much like the gingerbread man only can, over the river and through the woods, past a stranger's grandmother's house, a hungry wolf and a girl dressed in red, and a travelling musical troupe or two, to stumble upon a most strange sight indeed.

The Bard was quite intrigued, for the girl had never run into a talking cat before.