Chapter 25: That Kind of Kitten

Chapter 25: That Kind of Kitten

That Kind of Kitten

H-have we hugged enough now? Kalen asked, resisting the urge to squirm away from the small green womans death grip. Can you tell me how to go back home yet?

The pixiewhod had time to introduce herself as Mother Lutcha, Lutcha, One-Winged Lutcha, and Seventh Strongest Chaotic Pixie in the Second World during the extremely long hugsqueezed him even tighter, then stepped back, beaming.

Humans trust people who give good hugs, she said. Its a scientific fact. The effect is probably stronger with astral hugs. So even though we were only friendly acquaintances before, were actual friends now.

Okay, said Kalen. Then, hoping it wasnt rude, he added, But we havent met before. Im pretty sureno, Im absolutely sure Id remember you.

And that was saying something, since he wasnt sure of much at all right now. His mind was spinning so fast he was surprised he didnt feel nauseated. Or astrally nauseated.

He was having a hard time with the idea, but apparently he was currently a disembodied soul. He and Lutcha were speaking and touching on some plane that the human practitioner who owned this cottageMegimon Orellen, a high sorcerer from the second worldwasnt even aware of.

Kalen would normally have been interested in meeting the famous mapmaker and questioning him about the Orellen family, but he didnt like this current situation at all.

There was no way your soul being disconnected from your body was a good thing. And while he was vaguely aware that the most powerful practitioners sometimes ascended through the rift to a second world, hed never had any thought of visiting it himself.

Especially not without the rest of him coming along for the trip.

Weve met! Lutcha told him, her voice bright. You were dying a gruesome death in a small village in the desert. Megimon found you, and I helped you out. You just dont remember because human souls tend to lose most of their memories when theyre disconnected from their bodies. Only the really fundamental things stick. Profound loves and deep traumas and the like.

Kalen considered telling her hed never even seen a desert before, but he didnt think they had time to argue considering his current situation. Can you help me get back to Hemarland? And back to being me?

Sure, she said, tossing her hair over a bony shoulder. But do you really want to go? Successful astral existence in this world is pretty impressive! After your body dies and you lose your connection to all your memories, I could feed your soul up nice and fat. In a century or two, you could be a really potent spiritual monster. We could do fun stuff together all the time!

It was strange. Lutcha had just said several things that should have caused Kalen extreme, gut-churning panic, but he found he could only feel moderately concerned.

Maybe not having a body was affecting his emotions?

A sudden sigh from Megimon made Kalen glance over. At the desk, the sorcerer was rubbing his forehead and staring at his book. Lutcha, I can see you bouncing around over there from the corner of my eye. Its very distracting. What in the worlds are you doing?

The pixie spun toward him. Talking to Scratches.

Your invisible cat? Megimon said skeptically. The one you swear you didnt eat?

Thats the one! Lutcha said.

Arent you going to tell him about me? Kalen asked. Id like to talk to him.

He didnt add that hed rather talk to anyone human at this moment. It didnt seem safe to antagonize the pixie.

Lutcha turned toward him, and one of her eyelids shifted sideways in a wink. Oh, you dont want to talk to him. Hes a sweet, fussy thing for a practitioner, and hell be so busy worrying over the morality of your situation that he might stop me from helping you.

Im still not buying you another one, Lutcha, no matter what you say, said Megimon, frowning down at her. When you get a moment, will you bring me more tea?

Sure. Ill fix it up just the way you like it.

Kalen could tell from Lutchas face that she was lying, but Megimon apparently couldnt.

Come on, said the pixie, gesturing for Kalen to follow her. Weve got things to do.

Do any of those things involve sending me home?

Well, we have to make some preparations first, she said, turning her back to him. Its not like its easy to blast a soul out of this world and back into a specific body in the first world. In fact, I would have said it was impossible until ten minutes ago. But Ive got a pretty good idea of how to do it now that I know who you are.

She led him to a cozy kitchen, where she uncapped the end of a shiny metal tube that protruded from the wall. She used a spark from her finger to light the end of it, and a bright purple flame appeared.

The pipe condenses the natural gasses in this part of the swamp, Lutcha explained.

Interested, Kalen leaned toward the peculiar fire, wondering how it was going to help him get home. He was disappointed when he realized that the tube and flame set-up was just for cooking.

Lutcha hung a pot full of water on an iron hook over the fire and began throwing in a bunch of herbs and spices. The only thing Kalen recognized was lavender.

So it makes the house smell nice, Lutcha said, brushing her hands over the pot.

Its really complicated for tea.

Isnt it though?

The pixie made a wriggling gesture with her fingers, and a tray full of small meat pies that had been cooling on a shelf drifted toward her. If the little pastry animal shapes on top were anything to go by, they were filled with the winged fish that lived in the pond outside.

Well carry these outside with us. I didnt cook them just to have them go boom. Weve got about half an hour I think, and I need your help with Scratches.

Kalen didnt know what was supposed to go boom. Unless hed misunderstood and the tea wasnt tea? But he ignored that for now. You are going to send me home, arent you?

Youre so focused on that! I told you, the worst that could happen if I dont is you get to become a really unique kind of monster, and we can be friends forever and ever. So theres nothing to worry about.

Thats a relief, said Kalen sarcastically.

Lutcha beamed at him. I know, right? Lets go find my cat.

#

Kalen didnt want to leave the house, since the interior of the cottage was by far the most sane-looking part of this place. But Lutcha coaxed him outdoors by pointing out that even though Lowing Swamp was full of things that could kill a normal novice practitioner, there was nothing there particularly dangerous for an abnormal one whod left his physical body in an entirely different realm.

Except for me, said the pixie, grinning so that her pointed teeth shone white. So youre totally safe.

Before Kalen knew it, he was crawling around the perimeter of the house on his hands and knees, checking bushes and buckets and small sinkholes for the missing Scratches. Why do you think I can find him or her? How do you know the fish didnt eat your cat, anyway?

Lutcha was following him around at an uncomfortably close distance while she plucked tidbits out of one of the pies and licked the sauce from them. Because my own astral senses are dull as eggs, and yours are sharp as the pixie queens tongue right now. You just look like a boy-shaped blur to me. And Scratches isn't as easy to spot as you. I haven't seen him in a week or two. Hes a good kitty. Very stubborn. He knows how to hide himself.

Kalen, who had just had the disturbing experience of putting his face through the side of a rickety wooden shed to check the interior, pulled himself free and stared down at the pixie.

Do you mean your cat iswhere I am? In the astral state?

She squinted at a pea shed just liberated from the pie, then she tossed it aside. Yes, try calling his name. Use a friendly voice. He likes that.

How does a cat astral project? I meanI dont even understand how I did it, but at least Im a wizarn.

Well, I helped him of course! Lutcha said, looking offended. Do you know what the lifespan of an ordinary house cat is? Its short. You just blink a few times, and theyre decomposing in a cupboard somewhere. Im a responsible pet owner, so I extracted his astral form so that he wouldnt die of old age.

Oh, was he old and sick? Kalen said. It was an extreme thing to do, but he supposed if Sleepynerth grew ill, and he was powerful enough I have a pet pig.

See. You understand. Scratches was just a kitten when I helped him achieve an astral state, said Lutcha. That way he can maximize his potential by growing up there. Though it'll take him a long time if I can't get the right kind of food for him. By the way, Scratches is his nickname, so if he doesnt answer, try calling him Soteole.

Kalen didnt see how the pixie had gotten Scratches from Soteole, but he went along with it. Now that he knew the cat he was looking for was stuck in the same situation as him, the search became more difficult. Kalen started checking inside solid tree trunks and beneath the surface of puddles.

If he didnt need to breathe, he figured the cat didnt either.

Once she finished picking at her lunch, Lutcha started asking Kalen questions. Some of them were innocent, others bizarre. Did he have a nice house? What did his hair look like? How far had he advanced on the path to the second world?

What do you mean you're not even a magician? Thats so embarrassing. You should be so embarrassed you want to die. Again. How old are you now anyway? No, never mind. Human ages are confusing to me. Whats it like to have hundreds of siblings? Have you met any of the others? I bet youre the best one, arent you? Thats probably because I was involved in your rebirth. I wasn't supposed to poke at your soul before Megimon stuck it in the Disc, but I did a little bit because I was curious.

Kalen, who had just begun to wade reluctantly into the flycarp pond, froze. Several of the odd things Lutcha had saidthings he had attributed to her being an alien creature from another worldsuddenly clicked into place.

Its probably good my emotions are blunted right now.

He thought the information he was about to ask for would upset him badly when he was back to being himself.

The rumors are true then? he said, after drawing in a deep breath that wasnt a breath at all. The Orellens really didmake me somehow? And others like me? Hundreds of them?

Can your astral form smell that? the pixie asked, drawing in a dramatic breath and smiling.

Kalen sniffed curiously. Not really. I dont think I have a sense of smell.

Pity. Its awesome! Lavender with just a hint of sulfur. Mmmthe house will smell like it for weeks. Good job holding onto Scratches. As soon as we feed him his dinner we can send you home.

An outraged shout sounded from the kitchen, and the pixie smiled. Hell understand when I explain it to him later. But for now, lets go hide in the swamp!

She shot off with absurd speed for someone her size, and Kalen chased after her. He was only able to keep up because he didnt have to dodge around the swamps eerily twisted trees or oozing patches of mud; he could just dash right through.

Minutes later, they were sitting together on the low-hanging limb of a tree that was covered in thorns as long as Kalens fingers. Lutcha crouched over the Disc of the Sacred Fate. Scratches wandered up and down the tree limb, examining the thorns. Kalen kept one eye on the cat while he watched the pixie imbue different parts of the Disc shed stolen with magic.

At first, hed thought the Disc was a simple device because its shape gave it an unassuming quality. It looked like someone had flattened a golden dinner plate and then sharpened the edge.

But Kalen soon realized that the elaborate rune circles hed thought were only etched into the face of the plate were actually made up of interlocking rings of metal that could move independently of one another through some unfathomable mechanism. Lutcha could spin the Discs rings so that different symbols aligned in different ways, and once, she even touched part of it that made a smaller ring slide beneath a larger one and disappear from view.

How does it work? Kalen asked.

Id sell the rest of my soul to chaos if someone would tell me, said Lutcha. Megimon and I havent even deciphered most of the runes. Weve just got the most basic functions down. And we dont even understand how those work, only their effects.

Cant you ask another practitioner?

Only if we want them to kill us and steal it, said Lutcha. Even the basic functions are worth more than either of our lives. The Disc of the Sacred Fate clips small pieces out of the universal pattern and stitches them back into new locations.

Kalens complete lack of understanding must have shown even on his blurry astral face.

For example, said Lutcha, if there was a wind prodigys soul floating around in the desert and you wanted to move it to a new body, you could make a few little snips with the Disc and the soul would be tucked away inside it, ready to be put in a comfy, cozy plague corpse.

Kalen resisted the urge to scoot away from the device. Itsscissors for souls?

More like scissors for all kinds of magic. You can clip spells out and move them, too. But only one at a time so far. Lately, Ive been using it to make dinner for Soteole.

She must have gotten the Disc set correctly, because all of a sudden it flared with light. A thread of pale mist appeared at the center. Lutcha tugged on the thread, and a creature emerged from the plate, like a rabbit popping out of its burrow.

It was a snake with bulging eyes, and it wriggled frantically in Lutchas grip.

You expect the kitten to eat that?

Hell love it. Astral snacks are hard to come by, you know. And this is a very powerful magical beast I killed just for himdidnt I, Soteole? Come to Mother, and have a nice yummy bogcroak for dinner!

When the cat didnt pay any attention to her, the pixie sighed. Scratches Out The Eyes of Lutchas Enemies, youd better not make me put this back in the Disc.

Kalen blinked. Scratches and Soteole are short for

Its a great name isnt it? she said eagerly. I came up with it myself!

The snake made a sound more like a frogs croak than a snakes hiss, and the kittens ears perked up. He wiggled his tail and began to stalk toward the snake. Good boy! cried Lutcha. Here, Ill hold onto its nasty little head so that it cant bite you.

The kitten set to work on his strange dinner, and Kalen looked away. He wondered if the snake was really being eaten, or if its essence was somehow being absorbed by the kitten. After all, he didnt think he or the cat or the snake could eat in the traditional manner.

Or maybe they could if they ate each other? Scratches felt just like a real cat to Kalen.

Now, said Lutcha, still holding onto the head of the snake, we need to get you back to your body before it gets murdered or dies of thirst or something. So listen close and Mother Lutcha will tell you everything you need to know about everything.

Okay.

What we know about the nothingness beyond the third world is mostly conjecture. Nobodys ever been there, and everyone has different opinions about it. But what we are sure of is that its the source of magic. Personally, I think its a kind of chaos soup, swirling around out there, waiting to become.

Become what?

Sometimes, even in the first world, a person will touch a magic that resonates out into the nothingness. And a part of the nothingness will hear that call and follow it back to its source. Suddenly that piece of nothing becomes something. And we call that something a demon or a spirit or any of a thousand other names.

So the sylph was nothing? And then it became something? And it tried to possess the other me?

Lutcha smiled. See! Its easy to understand, isnt it? Im such a good teacher.

Im confused, said Kalen.

Other you wouldnt have been. Like I said, he must have been an undiscovered prodigy with a natural understanding of what you call wind magic. But he did something a little too perfect. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was an accident. Whatever the case, it rang through the universe like a bell. And it inspired a small fragment of the nothingness to want more.

Lutcha looked down at her kitten. Tendrils of mist were spiraling off the snake as Scratches ate his dinner.

Wanting is a dangerous thing, Kalen, said the pixie. Too much of it makes us all into monsters.

Kalen couldnt answer for a moment. He was still trying to absorb the idea of nothing soup suddenly turning into the thing that had attacked him.

Does it still want me? he asked after he thought hed at least begun to get a handle on the concept. The sylph?

Lutcha laughed wickedly. Oh, it must want you more desperately than minds like ours can fathom, but it cant have you anymore. Do you know how that kind of possession works? Its a one-time thing. The sylph was born into the boy you were. Its very existence was molded to fit him body, soul, and magic. Its a key made for a single lock.

She patted Kalen on the knee.

But the possession didnt take. There wasnt quite enough power in that part of the Erberen to fuel it, and it was forced to retreat back to the nothingness. Then Megimon and I came along and broke the sylphs perfect lock apart. The Orellen blood magic finished the job.

So why did it try again?

You must have rung the bell, Lutcha replied. It thought it recognized its natural home. But when it tried to fit itself into the lock, everything about you rejected it. A human isnt just their body or their soul or their magic. The system works in unison. Change one, and you change it all. Youre still familiar to the sylph, but you don't belong to it anymore.

Lutcha dropped the rest of the astral snake for Scratches to work on. It was more of a puddle of mist than anything else now. She began to twist the rings on the Disc of the Sacred Fate again. You should be able to perform your little cantrip, and any other kind of wind magic, safely. I think. It was the other thing you did that called the sylph.

What other thing?

Dont cast through the wind nucleus, said Lutcha. Work around it. And if you have to try, definitely dont draw that symbol you described that came so naturally to you.

The one I drew in the air?

Yes. That one.

Kalen remembered how it had felt to do itfamiliar and simple, even though it was the first time hed ever seen it. What was it?

The beginnings of a spell too big for my second favorite kitten to play with. Unless he wants a panicky sylph to yank his soul through the rift again.

Is that what happened? Kalen said, too surprised to address the fact that Lutcha apparently thought of him as a pet now. The sylph pulled me here?

Lutcha began imbuing runes on the Disc, setting them alight. Well, it probably just pulled without any real goal in mind. Im guessing that you activated your own spatial magic nexus subconsciously in response. Its actually a very common escape reflex for portaliststhough Megimon tells me it just gives anyone below the sorcerer level a bad case of vertigo.

Only I did it while something else was yanking on me?

You pushed, and it pulled, and the two of you dragged your soul right through the rift! For some reason, the pixie giggled. It would be a stupendous achievement if youd done it on purpose. I think you may be the first person in history to astral project between worlds.

Id rather not do it again.

Well, it wouldnt be wise to, she agreed. Your soul should have vaporized during the jump. Ill probably spend the next decade trying to figure out why it didnt. The Disc must still be anchoring you or stabilizing you in some way since you ended up here in our cottage, but I cant begin to guess how its doing it.

Kalen considered all of this, following Lutchas theory to its logical conclusion. So if I attract the sylphs attention again, and it tries to pull on my soul, Ill probably just end up back here?

Lutcha arched an eyebrow at him. Oh. Youre that kind of kitten. I should have realized, but I didnt put it together.

What do you mean?

She held the glowing Disc out toward him and smiled. You're the one curiosity kills.