my knight in shining armor
The life of a mage was a lonely one. Levy McGarden would sit and read spells for all of her days, secluded in a little tower from the outside world. The most exciting thing she would do–and this was only if she was feeling daring–would be to write a new spell, which is totally out of the question now. She had woken up to her particularly organized papers scattered about, her vases on the floor, and glass bottles broken. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a small, agile figure creep into the shadows.
Looking over to the spot, there was nothing to be seen. Putting her glasses and slippers on, she went over to investigate, going over her attack spell in her head.
Impetus, Levy, impetus, she went over in her head as she crept to the area. Suddenly, something small with whiskers jumped into her arms, and started…
…licking her? In her arms was a furry, midnight colored creature, nuzzling and purring against her chest. Frozen, she waited until it jumped onto the ground and made its way to her bed.
What is that thing? She asked herself. Levy then heard a deep, gruff voice calling out a name.
“Pantherlily! Where’d ya go?” they called, obviously looking for this “Pantherlily” character. She would have asked herself who in their right mind would name their son or daughter “Pantherlily” if she were not in panic mode. Looking over the living creature with wide eyes, she put a finger to her lips as if to shush it. Confidently, almost swaying, the cat walked over to the window of the tower, avoiding the mess on the floor. Peeking its head out, it gave the man a loud meow to signal where it was.
“There you are! I’m comin’ up there, hold on.” He yelled, as he started to climb up the stones to reach the arch-window. Levy was still figuring out where to hide when he got up, quicker then she would give him credit for.
“There’s my lil’ kitte-”
His gaze met hers.
And she swore time stopped for a moment.