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<b>Genre</b>: supernatural
<b>Brief Summary</b>: Short story about a werecat who under her own convictions, pays a visit to her past. And in doing so, she proves that somethings are best left alone.




They would find no body. There would be no blood or any sign of struggle.

A search would soon follow but they would never find her. They would never find their queen. Eventually, her achievements would be smothered under the veil of time, swept away in the sea of centuries. Records of her existence would be destroyed and forgotten once her nephew took the throne. Anger would register only briefly in the young woman before the dieing embers of pride were snuffed out. Words like honor and truth would evaporate themselves from her mind.

Luckily when one is stripped of everything, a void sets in to sedate the shock and pain. A morbid sense of clarity is often born from this transition but she would grow accustomed to that as well.

Under the Egyptian night sky, Isitett strolled through the city's streets. As a silent shadow, no one would recognize her. Not in this form. The tiny paws of a cat carried her through one corridor and down another and on several occasions she encountered creatures similar to herself, lapping at bowls of water and milk left outside the homes of families.

No longer a queen, Isitett could still remain a symbol of worship in her new form. But it would never be the same. She would never be the goddess she had once been. In respect to the traditions she once uphold, it would be considered a holy privilege to walk in the feline form.

The night's youth had already begun to wane, when a sense of yearning for her past life struck Isitett. Many years had drifted by in which she had accepted her lonely destiny, never daring a return to what once had been reality. It was against the wishes of the sorcerer whom had bestowed this form on her that Isitett entered the boundaries of the palace.

What did it matter to him if she ventured back to the place in which she had once called home?

It would be best to forget all of your mortal life. He had said to her, the old man's black eyes deep and penetrating. Her memories of that night had grown shady and distant but she would never forget the severity in his tone: Do not attempt to get back what is no longer there; it will only make the mourning more difficult..

She convinced herself there was nothing left to mourn though. Even as the old sorcerer's words still reverberated in her mind.

The guards did not notice Isitett as she crept through an open window. And when she entered, Isitett realized where she was quite quickly, despite the drastic changes. It was her son's chambers.

A large and sprawling room with highly prized gold lavishly decorating its interior spread before her vision. A bed rested in the middle occupying a small figure among its light blankets and colorful pillows. There was a plump nurse Isitett did not recognize slumped asleep in a chair beside the bed, her hands folded softly in her lap.

The catwoman laid little attention to the nurse though as she moved slowly towards the bed. Her heart began to pound as a bundle of human emotions resurfaced. Isitett was then sharply reminded of how she had first felt on the night of the change.

There had been a scent of rich Asian spices in the air; it's pungency lying thick from the summer evening's heat. All was still silent and it would remain so until dawn when the guards would awake from their guilty slumber and find her gone. Her nephew would feign concern while secretly smiling to himself, triumphant in his victory...

She had looked upon her sleeping son's face than and wept, knowing Fate would soon separate their worlds for good. There was little time remaining and so Isitett's farewell would be brief. A small and tender kiss on her young child's forehead and Isitett would be gone, vanishing into the night and being transported away by the sorcerer's magic.

Suddenly the former queen was placed back in the present. Positioned in her small cat body, she grew close to her son's warm one. Through emerald eyes, she became entranced with his features. No longer the infant Isitett remembered him as, he had grown older and unfamiliar. Isitett wondered what thoughts he carried of her. Remorse? Indifference? What lies had her nephew fed him? That she had died in swift and tragic fever or something else of such vile origins?

Isitett longed for him to awake, for her to be mortal again and cradle him in her arms while singing a soft song of happiness and beauty. Surprised and shaken by her own sudden lapse of despaire, she realized how deeply she missed her old life.

As if prompted by her wishes, the young boy's dark eyes fluttered opened and regarded her with sleepy awareness. A slow dreamer's smile flashed across his lips, as he briefly caught sight of not a cat but a slender woman.

His whispered words saying: "Mother?" drew forth a response from Isitett crying out in a voice perceived as only a loud meow.

And as her son regained consciousness, Isitett bounded off the bed and out of the bedroom. She became a shadow in the night once more, running farther and farther away from the palace and its memories.

When would she learn?
Curiosity may kill a cat.
Over and over and over.


That is one of the best short stories I have ever read biggrin . I think that you are a talented writer and should do some more.
I like your descriptions and everything!

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