Chapter 1
#1 of Stories
Just a little thing I wrote when I was bored. I may or may not write more.
I was like you once, long ago, just a regular fur. I, however, went through a change. Many years ago, I discovered a book, a manual if you will. Only, it wasn't for a game or some meaningless piece of software. It was a manual for magic.
Chapter 1
It was a cold November day, and I was wearing a striped sweater. I remember it quite clearly now, I was walking along the street and I heard a sound, a sort of shuffling. I looked for its source and found it to be a nearby alleyway. I stopped and looked into the alley, and seeing no one, I entered, my curiosity piqued. There was nothing in the alley except for a large garbage bin and an old looking book.
I much enjoy reading, so I picked up the book, and seeing no title or any identifying markings, I opened it. As I flipped through the pages, I found that it was completely blank. As I prepared to toss the book into the garbage and go about my day, a thought occurred to me, why not keep the book and use it as a sort of journal? I took the book home with me and stuffed it on a bookshelf and all but forgot about it.
Then the dreams started. At first I thought they were just regular nightmares, but they were so vivid, and occurred so often that I began to worry. They were all very similar, I would be walking down the street and suddenly I would find myself being chased. I ran for what seemed to be miles and ducked into an alleyway, I had to get away, had to run, had to hide, had to... I always woke up there screaming and sweating.
After a few weeks of this, I began to notice things, strange things. At first I dismissed it as coincidence, but then it happened. There was a man, he seemed to be an ignorant fool, who found out by some coincidence that I was a homosexual. He immediately began to launch a barrage of insults at me.
Thats when it happened. His insults struck at me in a way none had before. I felt a deep rage welling up from the very core of my being, boiling out of control within me, I suddenly shouted some words I had never heard before. The words had no apparent meaning to me, but suddenly a small ball of fire burst forth from my hands and hit him square in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
What happened next, I don't know, as I immediately fled the scene and ran to my home. As soon as I reached my apartment, and closed my door and fell to my knees, crying. My mind reeled and questions raced through it. Only one of these questions bothered me. How? How had I done this? How was it even possible?
It was then that I remembered the book. It had all started after I had found it. I ran to the shelf and took it in my paw. I found it to be glowing lightly with a strange energy unknown to me and pulsating with unrefined power. I opened it and found it to be full of strange words, even stranger yet was that I could understand a number of them even though I had never before seen any of them. It was then that I heard a knock at the door. I set the book on the table and walked slowly to the door.
I opened the door and standing there was the man who I had hit with the fireball. He seemed to be entirely uninjured. He spoke, "I'm terribly sorry about earlier, but I had to be sure."
"Sure about what?" I asked.
"About who you are." he replied.