Disenchanted Past -Part 1

I was lying there, in the dark, wondering…what had gone wrong? What happened? Was it my fault? I slowly crawled into the water, letting it trickle through each strand of fur. My chest felt heavy as I saw the green and brown hair wandering in one spot on the surface of the water. My chest felt hot and I started to cry. I came closer to the body that was lying in the water and sat down behind it. I placed my paw on the left shoulder and turned the body over. Lightening flashed and it was suddenly a black weretigeress and back to a human body at the end of the flash. "Mom?" I was whimpering at this point, now calling for Daddy, but no answer. It was summer and in the full moonlight the lake water felt cool as it soaked through my fur. I held my mother's body close. Her brown human hair was the same that mine was, but the beautiful green streaks under the surface of her hair showed that her spirit was still alive as it glistened a spring and summer glow. I continued to cradle her head and shoulders as my tears fell to her face. My black fur and stripes gave a silver glow as I watched the moon's reflection create a sparkle effect as the calm water rippled and flowed.
I decided to get away from here, because I could sense that it wasn't safe anymore. I kissed my mother's forehead and started to wander away. I noticed that areas on my fur had become sticky with blood, but it wasn't mine, at least most of it. My mother's body had blood coming from a very large stab wound perfectly in her womb. I wondered if the one who committed the murder was trying to send a message by it.  I didn't want to think about it. All I knew was that who I loved most was now dead and I wanted to be with her. I wasn't even ten years old yet, but I wanted the water to take me. I wanted it to take me so I could be with her again. I had nothing else to look forward to. My lungs are those of a strong mammal and the water would overwhelm my body at its limit of breath, and then I could be with her.

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I woke up sweating and panting. Where was I? There was a table with wax models and life-size figures of women by the walls of the room and next to me was a massive fireplace. The flames were too bright to look at, but I wondered if I was supposed to be here. I stood up on my back feet and I noticed that my left paw hurt, but I didn't think much of it. I continued through the room to find a door that was built into rock. I knew we were underground, but I also recognized where I was. I touched the doorknob and yowled in pain. I started to panic. Was I being locked in? My left paw smelt of burnt flesh so I looked at the padding. On my palm was a marking, written in cathera, or the language of the cat tribe. It was a symbol that I could never forget, and it was now branded in my flesh. The symbol belonged to my aunt Jasmine, and it meant "wicked queen."
I opened the door with my other paw and when I walked through, the first thing I wanted to do was get out. Where I was, was where Jasmine would temporarily kidnap me and study me, whip me, get answers from me, scare me, and many other things but I didn't know why. I was little when those things happened, and that was when Mom was still alive, but she never knew that her sister was doing this to me. My mom protected me with every cell in her body, so I knew that she had never known about this. Jasmine would find me in the woods with my best friend, who's an autumn furred wolf, and just take me. Persephone and I were too afraid to let the tribes know about her because we were afraid that she watched everything. To this day, we are the only two that know exactly what Jasmine did.
I tried to remember a way out, but I just couldn't remember. I heard the maniacal laughter of Jasmine and noticed a small hole in the wall that could fit maybe a six-year-old human. I went for it. I dove into it and crawled with my elbows and knees and soon made it to vines covered in thorns. Except for the cuts and scratches, I wondered why it was so easy to escape from Jasmine. Once I reached the end of the rose bush that I found out it was, I saw the head of a wolf pup. "Persephone?" I said in exhaustion.
I placed down the side of my face on the grass. "Come on Sapphy, we gotta get home!" Persephone whined.
"Where is home?"
"You've gotta be kidding me! Please Sapphire, of course you know where home is!"
The way Persephone sounded made me realize that I had hope again. Of course my best friend loved me, but I didn't want to go back to the tribe.