Cristina has always had vivid dreams. This was no different.
And this was a dream. She knew that without pinching herself. After all, hadn’t she been in bed already? She even remembered not bothering with pajamas, and then… she was here. And in her office clothes to boot.
Where was this place anyway? she wondered as she looked around.
It didn’t take her long to recognized where she was. This was her favorite table by the window in her favorite coffee house. The street outside was deserted though, as deserted as the coffee house itself.
Well not quite. On top of the coffee table there sat a cat. At least she thought it was a cat; there was something slightly off with it. The way it intently stared at her didn’t help with the impression.
And then there’s that. Did she just heard the cat speak in her head? Definitely a dream then. As far as she knew, cats don’t have telepathy.
But I am not normal cat, it seemed to reply to her.
Obviously. Its cheerful and girlish voice was not helping matters. It was disturbing, actually.
I understand your discomfort, but this meeting has a purpose, it continued. The cat’s blood-red eyes continued to stare at her. And an important reason at that.
“And that is?”
A proposition of sorts. The cat tilted its head, its expression unchanged. Although you don’t know it, there is great potential in you. It is currently lying dormant. Unused.
The cat’s head returned to its vertical position. I want to help you unlock it.
“That sounds too convenient,” Cristina said, unconvinced. “There’s a catch, right?”
If you could call it such, the cat admitted. In return for unlocking that dormant… possibility, I ask you to use it to help save the world.
I assure you this is not a joke. Doom is coming, but with your power we might stop it.
“Hmm, let me think,” she feigned a pensive pose. “Nope. Sorry, find some other idiot.”
Will a wish change your mind?
“I read both Faustus and the Monkey’s Paw. Sorry.”
The cat actually looked disappointed. A pity then. It jumped off the table and walked toward the cafe door. Before it exited, it gave her one last look. In case you change your mind, use that to call upon me. Cristina saw a gem lying on top of the table.
You say that now…
Cristina opened her eyes, and saw the dark ceiling above her. She was back in her room. It was quiet, and the only thing she could hear was the whir of her fan and the sound of her breathing.
“Stupid dream,” she grumbled, as she turned on her side. “Stupid spirit guide and its proposition. A wish for anything? In exchange for becoming a magical hero? As if things were so easy.”
With that she went back to her slumber.
If she had stayed awake just a few moments longer, she would have noticed a cerise-colored gem. There it sat in a hidden corner of her room, continuing to shine independent of any light source.