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CAT WORLD
By Anthony Durrant
As I wandered through the amusement park, I spotted a cat near a large
black tent. Grabbing it by its tail, I flung it into the nearest bush,
and it landed on its feet when it hit the ground and rushed under that
bush.
"HEY!" a woman's voice cried, and I felt myself being grabbed by a tall
dark-haired woman in a brown dress who dragged me into the black tent.
"Suzie was my familiar, and you've temporarily scared her away. You'll
pay for that by being cast out of this world!"
The woman then forced me to walk toward a mirror at the back of the tent.
"That is Pasht's mirror," the woman told me, "and it leads to a world
full of cats. That's where you'll be spending the rest of your life for
your senseless acts of cruelty to animals. And I'll be happy to never
see you again."
And then she shoved me into and through the mirror. Almost immediately,
I felt a surge of cold overcome me as I was ripped from my original
reality, then warmth surged through my body as the cat world claimed me.
The next thing I knew, I was falling out on a grassy meadow. When I got
to my feet, I looked behind me and saw that I was now standing on a
square hill about thirty feet in width. Obviously man-made, it towered
over everything else in the area and had a set of stairs in the ground at
one point.
"It looks as if some great civilization has been here, but has since
vanished!" I said to myself as I climbed down the hill on the stairway.
On the way down, I felt my feet brush against something. Kneeling down,
I took it into my possession; it was a human skull, another indication
people had lived on this hill. Where had they gone? I wondered.
My eyes fell on an odd-looking rock half-buried in the soil. Heading
over to it, I took it into my possession as well; it turned out to be the
carving of a lady's beautiful face: another relic of a time perhaps now
long past. Taken together, the rock and skull posed a very queer but
intriguing puzzle.
"Who could these people have been?" I wondered. "And how the hell could
their civilization have left so few traces?"
Suddenly, I saw the silhouette of a big muscular man appear on the
hilltop. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then the man
leaped off the hill and ran away. I kept walking, and eventually found a
stream near a large tree. When I had knelt and drunk from its waters, I
felt revitalized because the water was cold and wonderfully good. Still
looking around, I saw there was a large boulder in the stream. On closer
examination, I saw that it was carved into the image of the same lady
whose face adorned my stone. Blown up about ten times larger, it was
still a lovely sight.
"Even though the water's eroded the base of the rock, the face is a work
of art!" I thought to myself. "Who could've carved such a masterpiece
as this, I wonder?"
As I reached out to touch the carving, I heard a loud roar and a huge
black panther rose from beneath the water and rushed toward me. To my
surprise, the creature uttered what sounded like the syllables of a
language unknown to me. I smiled and replied in turn:
"Hello, Kitty - nice to meet you!"
The panther again attacked me, and this time he knocked me down and
roared in my face. Grabbing for a branch on the tree, I pulled a dead
one down and grabbed it, breaking the branch from the tree, and then hit
the cat on the head with it. Once it was unconscious, I rolled out from
under it and hurried away from the area in the direction that the stream
was following. Eventually, I came to an area where the stream joined the
river, on the bank of which was a huge square hill that may have had a
building or a temple on it at one time. I climbed up the gently sloping
square to the top, and found a large stone slab caked with dried blood.
Kneeling beside it, I again saw an image of the lady carved into the side
of the stone. The sight forced me to put my own misdeeds in perspective
for the very first time and say:
"Terrible things have happened here, and my hatred of cats pales in
comparison with them. I must never be cruel to an animal again."
Since the cat world's sun was now setting, I curled up on the slab and
went to sleep - only to be aroused by a cat's hiss. I quickly found
myself face to face with a huge cat! Only then did I remember cats are
nocturnal creatures - that is, they hunt at night. Looking into the
creature's eyes, I said:
"I trust you don't wish to hurt me?"
In response, it looked at me curiously, as if wondering who or what I
was. As the cat reached out to touch me with its paw, a roar filled the
night air, and the panther came running up the hillside toward us; it was
the one I thought I'd killed earlier, and it pounced on me when it
reached the hilltop. The two of them fought, clenching with their
forepaws and biting each other's throat. Finally, the cat succeeded in
shattering the panther's neck, and it stopped moving. Wounded in the
neck from the fight, the cat stumbled over to me and leaped back on the
altar, where it raked my arm with its claws and then laid down on it,
allowing its blood to mix with mine. I gave a gasp, shuddered violently,
and then passed out. When I awoke the next morning, I was delirious and
thought there were cats all around me. As I tried to fight the
illusionary cats off, I could hear their growlings slowly morph into a
recognizable language. Unable to close my ears, I put my hands over them
as the cats' voices grew louder, then passed out again. My mind was
sharp when I woke, and I said:
"Do all the cats of the cat world hate me?"
As if in answer to my question, a magnificent white cat came out of the
bushes, and I saw several more on a nearby tree's branches. The white
cat spoke to me in a now very intelligible voice, in her animal dialect:
"No, not all of us hate you, HUMAN, though you certainly have given your
world's cats cause to hate you. You have hurt many of them due to your
hatred and disgust of them - I can see it in your very thoughts, James
Brayne. Why do you hate our kind so much?"
"Because they all hate me!" I cried. "I've been mobbed and attacked by
mobs of cats so many times that I hate my world's cats intensely.
Therefore, I do my best to get any cats I see out of my sight, even if it
means actually hurting them in the process of doing so."
"And why have the cats 'mobbed' you?" the white cat asked, and I
replied:
"That, I could never figure out. It's as if some curse has been on me
for all of my life."
Then I showed the white cat the stone I'd found.
"Can you tell me what this is?" I asked.
"It is a holy symbol of the Goddess Queen!" it replied. "Long ago, when
there were still humans on this world, the people of this once-great
city, the human nation's capital, gave the powers of a god, in some
unknown way, to their dying queen. That queen was their last, for she
promptly went on a rampage with her soldiers which eventually led to her
downfall and the destruction of this world's entire human population
along with their civilization, allowing the cats to finally live as we
please."
"And that queen is the Goddess Queen?" I asked the white cat, and it
nodded sagely and said:
"Yes, James, that is correct."
"Was one of the humans a big man with large muscles who can leap from
great heights?" I asked.
"No, the humans are all dead now!" it said. "And the Goddess Queen is
safely contained, so she hasn't been able to act for many hundreds of
moons. I suspect the person you saw was one of the artificial people
created by the humans on the queen's instructions, as only they could
survive that long. I would advise you to avoid them in future because
their only desire is to serve their queen. My sons will get you some
fresh fish to eat, and I'll allow you to rest here, but then you must be
on your way from this area of the forest."
"Don't worry!" I said. "I WILL be away."
***
I enjoyed the fish the cats had given me to eat, cooking them on a fire
made from dead branches from the trees around me. They were quite tasty,
and I couldn't have asked for better fish.
"It's time for you to leave now!" the white cat, who'd told me her name
was Quinifer, said.
"Thank you for reminding me!" I replied.
Rising to my feet, I dusted myself off and began to walk away, only to
have Quinifer whistle. A few seconds later, a smaller white cat
appeared.
"This is my daughter Quintoffle!" Quinifer exclaimed. "She's too small
and weak to be part of our clan. Therefore, I am entrusting her to your
tender care, James Brayne, forever."
"Mother, you CAN'T mean that!" Quintoffle cried.
"Oh, but I do!" her mother replied. "You will never fit in among our
people, so you must leave this area as well!"
"At least I will never be alone!" Quintoffle said as the two of us set
off into the forest after her mother rubbed noses with her one last time.
We hadn't gone far when I spotted someone seated at a table under a tree,
reaching for a large cake in front of them. Could this be one of the
queen's synthetic people? I wondered, but then Quintoffle exclaimed:
"There's something carved into the tree beside that person, James
Brayne!"
I spotted an inscription carved into the shady side of the tree above a
large root:
"He is my prisoner - let him eat his cake!"
"Sadly," I said, "the queen might not intend for him to do so. Look -
his legs are manacled to his chair, so he can't reach the cake!"
I then hurled the skull I'd found on the hill at the prisoner, and the
impact knocked his head off, causing his body to topple over. At the
same time, a hole began to form in the ground in front of the prisoner's
table. We walked to the next tree and found this inscription:
"You will regret that, outworlder!"
"Not on your immortal life!" I replied. "That prisoner of yours is out
of his misery."
Quintoffle and I circled around the second tree to reclaim the skull and
get the cake. After both these items were in my possession, I tasted the
cake, and it was quite scrumptious.
"It's carrot cake!" I said to myself as I gave Quintoffle a piece and
she immediately gulped it down. "The Goddess Queen has excellent taste."
The prisoner, as it turned out, had tubing projecting from his
decapitated head and neck, revealing him to be an artificial man.
"Thank goodness!" I said. "I'd never have been able to live with myself
if I'd killed a real human being, Quintoffle!"
"I'm glad I heard you say that, then, James!" Quintoffle replied. "My
people never kill except when we are hungry and need to hunt for food:
we are none of us coldblooded killers by nature - the queen's followers
WERE."
After walking a long way through the forest, we came upon another tree
with a third inscription carved into its huge trunk"
"The blood swords wielded by the servants of my creation [by which it
probably meant the queen's artificial people] were carried to the harbour
of Krill, and there they used the swords to sacrifice the four-legged
people with fur living there, purifying it for my own use!"
"Hundreds of my people were sacrificed by humans to placate their queen!"
Quintoffle said. "Now that they're gone, we are freed of them and their
bloodthirsty ways forever. As for the queen, she is where she can harm
no one and no harm will come to her: it is better so."
The two of us kept walking through the forest, and eventually we made a
temporary camp for lunch near a rock which also had an inscription on its
face carved deeply into the stone:
"My people rode from the fort at Bongor at dawn to attack the people of
the hills of Dalomar, who fought back with fang and claw. I was not
among them, but I sensed that they were slaughtered to a person by the
hill people."
Even knowing the queen was referring to the cats who'd saved my life in
the night, I had some difficulty accepting that any humans could be so
cruel as to hate cats so much that the queen would make war against them.
Then I remembered that the queen was no longer the ordinary human she
had once been.
After Quintoffle rustled up some quail for us to eat, I cooked it on a
fire in a pit, and the two of us then ate. Once we were finished, we
broke camp and moseyed on.
As we rounded a bend in the earth, I spotted an old tree stump with the
top broken off. When we walked up to it, a voice came out of the tree
stump. It whispered:
"I am the guardian. Before you can enter the area guarded by me, you
first must finish my poem, you see!"
"Let's hear it!" I said, and the voice replied:
"Fortress of -"
"Bongor!" I said, remembering the inscriptions.
"Harbour of -"
"Krill!" I replied.
"Swords of -"
Blood!" I shouted, and Quintoffle nodded approvingly.
"And the word is 'Bill!'" the voice replied, and then the stump, which I
assumed was the actual Guardian, fell silent and never spoke again.
I reached into its cavity and found something metallic inside. Grabbing
it, I pulled it out and saw that it was a tiara! The item was made of
titanium and formed a band that would fit around a wearer's head. When I
tried it on for size, I found the tiara would not fit on my head.
"I'll keep it anyway," I thought, "because it's so beautiful to look
upon."
"What IS that thing?" Quintoffle asked.
"A tiara!" I replied. "It's a form of jewelry that's usually worn on a
woman's head. I've a feeling the Guardian allowed me to take it."
And then we continued past the Guardian and hurried on our way through
the forest. Eventually, we entered a rectangular clearing that led to
the biggest square hill I had ever seen.
"Could this be the site of the Goddess Queen's residence?" I asked
Quintoffle, and she said:
"That is possible, James, but the fact is that no one really knows where
the Goddess Queen is imprisoned."
"How can we communicate?" I asked Quintoffle, and she replied coolly:
"Because you're blooded to our kind, James, my people's language is
yours, and any dam who meets you can read your mind. Look! This is the
scar I received when I battled that black one for you and managed to kill
it."
And then I saw a scar on Quintoffle's neck where the panther's fangs had
sunk into her flesh. She was the same cat who'd saved my life!
Delighted, I followed Quintoffle up the side of the hill, only to be
interrupted when another panther came out of nowhere and spoke in the
language of the cats:
"Who are you, human? Unless you give the word, I cannot allow you to
reach the top."
"The word is 'Bill,' damn it!" I replied. "I learned that much from the
Guardian itself!"
"Yes, that is the word!" the panther admitted. "You may go up to the
top now."
And then the panther went back into the shadows. Now that he was gone,
Quintoffle and I continued our climb to the top of the hill. There, we
could see a ramp had been cut into the flatter area, and the two of us
walked toward it. Half-buried in the ground at our feet was a noticeable
metal object. Pulling it out of the earth, I saw that it was another
tiara, and that it was identical to the one I had found in the Guardian.
"Could these two tiaras be fakes instead on the one I assume was worn by
the Goddess Queen?" I wondered, and Quintoffle replied:
"Very possible, James. There is so little we do know about the Goddess
Queen, and much of what we DO know has been handed down for generations
by the elders of our clan."
We then decided to walk down the ramp and had about reached the halfway
point when I found yet another of the mysterious metal tiaras and took it
into my possession, making three in all. I was now actively looking for
the tiaras, but couldn't find any more. Once we had reached the bottom,
the two of us rested. Then I put my head on what I thought was a rock,
only to feel it suddenly shift under my weight. When I grabbed it, I
found myself pulling a jeweled tiara attached to a helmet out of the
ground.
"The other tiaras have no jewels on them!" I cried. "That means they've
got to be fake! Look - this tiara's edged top is fused directly to the
helmet - you can see where they were welded together. The helmet must've
protected the queen's head in battle."
Soon we arrived at a wall where the room at the bottom of the ramp ended.
We made camp there. Later, I examined the helmet carefully. There was
an inscription on the inside of the helmet that read:
"Her Majesty wishes her head to be healed of its ache, so get this right,
for Heaven's sake!"
Looking around the area, I noticed a large rock lying on its side on the
ground. As with the others, it was carved in the image of the Goddess
Queen, so I set it upright again and placed the tiara on it. While I was
doing so, I had noticed that my feet were glowing slightly at first, then
brightly. This glow spread throughout my whole body and finally consumed
my face and head. Reaching out to Quintoffle, I screamed for help, but
she backed away instead. All of a sudden, I felt my body collapsing
right into the ground and, in my last act as James Brayne, I gave myself
to the darkness.
***
My eyes suddenly popped open, and I found myself lying on my back in some
sort of coffin. Where was I? I queried in panic. Was I still at the
square hill, trapped in some sort of dark hole? As I pondered this, I
felt a sea of new memories spill into my head, memories of thousands of
years of bloodshed against the cats, extirpating them one by one on my
people's temple altars with no idea they were sentient. Then I realized
I was reliving the Goddess Queen's memories, and the shock made me gasp:
"Ye Gods! I've hunted the clans down mercilessly, and in return they
destroyed all my own people, making me responsible for the extinction of
my own species."
For the first time in history, I felt remorse for my past sins. Then, I
wondered why I was feeling so sad? I hadn't actually been in this
dimension when the massacres occurred. Then I realized the queen - that
I - had merged with my mind and body somehow. The two of us had been
very literally fused into one.
My next thoughts were of escaping this coffin or underground burial
place, so I concentrated on freeing myself and the golden energy started
to pour from my body, blowing a chunk of earth out of the room next to
the ramp, leaving me out in the open for all to see. Rising quickly to
my feet, I levitated my tiara up to my own head, where I let it settle.
Quintoffle was staring at me, astounded.
"G-goddess?" she asked me nervously.
"Yes," I said, "I am the Goddess Queen."
"Was James Brayne you all along?"
"Something like that!" I replied, and when Quintoffle gasped, I said,
"Oh, don't be shocked, Quintoffle: I caused James's birth in his home
dimension so I could find there the treasure my advisors always referred
to as 'heart.'"
"Surely you realize heart is in you!"
"I do now, yes!" I replied. "And I regret what I had my people do to
yours. You see, a healthy personality has both male and female
counterparts, and I was born with no male elements in my personality
whatsoever, so I had your people sacrificed to me in hopes that drinking
your blood would give me heart."
"And James Brayne?" Quintoffle asked.
"He was very literally my animus made flesh, even though he never
realized it until it was too late to stop his reabsorption. I caused his
birth after I was imprisoned because I thought the secret to 'heart'
could be found in his native dimension. Despite the hatred of cats I
instilled in him, he turned out to be a good and kind young man who was
very sympathetic to other people's problems. Thanks to him, I now
realize I've only got to look inside myself to find the secret of heart."
As I was finishing speaking, I felt somebody's hand on my shoulder and
turned to see a huge muscular man with a handsome Superman-like face and
red hair. His costume was blue and had a strap over one shoulder; there
was a belt around his waist of leather with a stylized letter H on the
front. His feet were clad in black sandals, and I smiled as I turned and
looked up at him.
"Herculaeon!" I cried. "So YOU were the man James Brayne saw upon the
tor!"
"Indeed, your Majesty!" said Herculaeon proudly. "And I wasn't the only
android or cyborg waiting for your eventual return from the grave."
No sooner had he said this when a woman leaped down from one of the trees
growing on the hilltop. I recognized her immediately as the cyborg who
had fought alongside me for so many centuries.
"Sahib Vaali," I gasped, "you're alive, too!"
"Indeed I am, your Majesty!" Sahib replied. "I have been awaiting the
day when you'd arise and we'd destroy these monsters forever!"
"That day will never happen, Sahib!" I said proudly. "I have arisen in
order to protect the cats from heartless beings like you!"
"You, the most feminine woman I've ever known, will fight to protect
these mindless creatures?" Sahib asked, and at my nod, she retorted,
"You do not even have an idea how to fight."
"Is that right?" I said. "Well, you'll find it very difficult to strike
me down with your blood swords because I'VE FOUND MY FIGHTING SPIRIT!
And you two are in very big trouble!"
With that, I blasted Herculaeon with energy blasts using my powers.
Invigorated by that experience, I decided to make a quick wardrobe
change. Concentrating on the uniform I wanted, I shifted the molecules
of my dress so that it was now changed into a full-fledged superhero
outfit. Forming a sword from the golden energy, I charged toward Sahib
as Herculaeon rose shakily to his feet. When she saw me coming, she drew
her blood sword and the two of us locked blades. Being the more
experienced fighter, she thought she could easily defeat me, but I was
able to lunge at her leg and run my energy blade right through it. As I
pulled out the blade, she deliberately elbowed me in the side, knocking
me down and causing my energy blade to disappear.
"You son of a bitch!" Sahib shouted at Herculaeon. "Come on and fight!"
Enraged by Sahib's actions, especially her dishonorable attack on my
person, I reformed my energy blade and attacked her with a slash at her
neck, which she promptly blocked. Slamming the pommel of my blade into
her face, a manouvre she did not expect, I knocked her down onto the
ground at the base of the ramp.
"STOP!" Sahib shouted. "Cease this battle at once, your Majesty! If
you don't, I'll slit the throat of your little feline friend here."
I let my energy blade vanish, and raised my hands to show I held no
weapon.
"How dare you harm your queen!" I cried.
"How dare YOU harm my husband!" she retorted,
"Your husband!" I retorted. "But, Sahib, Herculaeon is a superandroid,
the only one my people ever created. He's not even human!"
"And I am only half human!" she retorted. "But that did not matter in
the least, your Majesty. What DID matter was that we loved each other
and wanted to be together forever, always at your side as you and your
army brought the survivors to your temple to be sacrificed."
"I will never slaughter another cat again!" I retorted. "I lost my
people to them, and I'll never allow that to happen to anyone else again
- not now that I've found the secret of heart, Sahib: it has been inside
me all this time."
"Are you sure your Majesty's feeling all right?" Sahib asked as she put
Quintoffle down.
"VERY all right!" I cried, feeling warmth surge up inside my breast.
"Now that the male and female portions of my psyche are together again, I
feel wonderful. And I feel nothing but remorse for what I did to all
those cat clans."
"No," said Herculaeon, "the sacrifices will continue whether you want
them to or not. You see, that is what Sahib and I are programmed to do!"
"Not any longer," I said, "or the cats will be extinct - gone forever -
because of your bloodthirsty plans. Rather than kill you - for you two
are my people's greatest creations - I will share with you the secret of
heart."
Placing my hands on their cheeks, I linked minds with the two of them,
and imparted what I had learned using my Goddess power. Herculaeon was
the first of the two to react, and he looked right into my eyes while
Sahib said:
"You-you-you're right, your Majesty. The secret of heart's inside us all
- including me."
"And what of you, Herculaeon?" I asked.
"I suddenly feel warm inside!" he told me as he came forward and kissed
my hand. "May God forgive the three of us for what we've done."
"As I have forgiven the two of you!" I said. "And I hope you never
forget that. Now, go away to some distant land where the two of you can
live in peace forever more."
"As you command, your Majesty!" Sahib said, then she took Herculaeon by
the hand and used her teleporter to whisk them both away.
"May they find peace wherever they go!" I said as I picked Quintoffle up
and walked up the ramp to the top of the hill. There, I paused for a
moment just to drink in the sights around me.
"It's precisely what James's memories suggested it was like!" I cried.
"And - it's so BEAUTIFUL!"
"It sure is!" said Quintoffle eagerly. "There's lots of meat for
everyone, and all of the clans can now hunt responsibly under the trees'
protection. Your people always wanted to tear it down!"
Carrying Quintoffle under my arm, I leaped up into the sky and flew in
the direction of her people, all the while looking at the ground below.
In time, we found the clearing where her people lived and flew down
toward it. Touching down at the edge of Quintoffle's clan's territory, I
carried her onto their grounds and sat her down, at which point her
mother, Quinifer the white cat, came up to us and said very calmly:
"Why have you brought Quintoffle back?"
"Because I sensed she was missing her mother!" I replied. "I was once
known as the Goddess Queen, and oh, how I regret some of the things I did
in that role, especially my wholesale slaughter of my people in my search
for the secret of heart, Quinifer. All this time, James Brayne was a
part of my mind made flesh, and through our refusion, I have found that
magic. Is there anything at all I can do for you?"
"Nothing for me, thank you!" Quinifer replied. "But, as leader of this
clan, I now order you to make amends for the terrible things you've done
by protecting the land from any who wish to use or destroy the forest for
evil."
"I will, Quinifer!" I cried. "Never again will anyone else suffer
because of me. I'll begin again; I will change my fate, and I'll show
you cats that it's NOT too late. I'll make certain that the story ends
on a note of hope, a grand amen, and I will live in praise of the moment
when I was able to begin again."
Raising my arms, I added:
"The Goddess Power's part of my genetic makeup, so I'll be using it for
good this time, not evil, now that I've begun again. And you can call me
by my real name: Panharmonica!"
And then I concentrated hard, and the flowers on the trees around me
suddenly burst forward into full bloom. Hey, even a Goddess Queen likes
to have a happy ending sometimes!
THE END
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