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Chapter Fifty Five
“Hold On!” Penny screamed as they soared into a cloud of dragons.
“Where did you come from?” Katalea screamed back, trying to be heard over the endless noise.
“Just be glad we came in time!” She said in her mind. Why in the world were they trying to speak over the Armageddon surrounding them.
Katalea thought flying would be smooth. This was like trying to ride a rocket hurtling through time and space. The charred air was so hot, and they moved so fast that everything was blurred. Katalea called a tornado, a steel grey funnel reaching from the churning clouds, reminiscent of days long gone. She directed in with her mind, a heavenly vacuum capturing countless dragons in its downward spi
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Katalea stood, her heart in her eyes, looking at Dakari. Grandfather smiled when he recognized the look. “Dakari, welcome to the family. You two found a hell of a time to find each other.” He chuckled at the irony. “You will have time to develop your mate bond later. Now, we need to see to our injured.” Dakari only had eyes for Katalea. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. How had he missed it? He thought back to her school days and laughed at her early attempts at conjuring.
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On the night of my birth the feline goddesses rejoiced. As I cried my infant cries the only clue to my feline heritage was my cobalt blue eyes. I am a werecat. My Pride is almost extinct they tell me, and I am one of the only werecats to be born in recent years that we know of. My birth was celebrated by some, while others tore their clothes and cried out with rage. It was foretold that a Princess would be born to save our kind. Apparently, this is me. Nobody asked if I wanted this, nobody cared that I just want to be a normal kid. As I stand in our enormous kitchen drinking a tall glass of milk I watch the caterers setting up for my eighteenth birthday party. This is when the fun will really begin. Sitting down at our comfortable little kitchen table, I begin to think back on my earliest memories of being "different." "Katalea, come down from that tree!" My mother's voice billowed up at me.
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My eighth birthday came and went that summer without any word from any distant relatives. I played thought transfer games with Mom in the car a lot. It was good practice and I was gaining control and range. My brothers thought I was just getting weirder and weirder when I would suddenly just laugh out loud for no apparent reason. Controlling my reactions was another challenge that would need practice. Sometimes I would put thoughts into my brothers' heads just to make Mom laugh. Once I had Darius tell Mom that he was in the mood for tuna casserole for dinner, a meal he would not eat even if his life was at stake. Mom knew what I was doing but played along. She asked him if he would like crab cakes for dessert, my absolute favorite, and it would snap him out of it. The poor boys were the victims of so many of my childish pranks that summer and they never had a clue. My brothers are Darius and Derrick, ten year old
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By the time the school year started I was no longer enrolled in our local elementary school. Mom hold everyone, including Dad, that is was because of my crazy gymnastic schedule. That was partially true, this year I was skipping a level at the gym and my new hours were extensive. I loved every minute of my time at the gym, but I was away a lot. If we were homeschooling I could get my workouts done in the afternoon before the other kids could get out of school. Not to mention that I would have far less interaction with the other girls this way. They were really not happy that I was skipping levels and getting one on one attention. They had begun to say very mean thing when they thought I couldn't hear. I guess cats have excellent hearing because I heard them all. Needless to say, I was very excited about this homeschool development.Mom and I kept two sets of books. Seconds grade books that I old show to my Dad, or the teac
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