~o0o~ Chapter 3 ~o0o~
Many years ago, on another planet, in another time, lived a tiny race of furry four legged alien beings whom had appointed themselves as the guardians of all life. They were the gods of the universe, or so they had told themselves and they refused to hear anything different. They lived to be worshipped. They lived to be served.
It was their job to watch over the stars and the galaxy and protect them from all threats and evil, to keep the galaxy safe from any threat at all and anyone who dared try to interfere with this divine task of protecting the stars. That is how it has always been ever since they began to care for the galaxy. There are those among them who have questioned that there might be more, if only more than three, but they have never been found out and they have not revealed the existence of anyone else in that time.
The godlings did not wish to reveal anything of the other races or planets, knowing that these would interfere with the protection of the stars. It was simply better if no one knew about what they were. No one could know about that which they protected and they were content with just being left alone, with the knowledge of their true duties fulfilled.
One day, long after the war had ended, they received a visitor from yet another planet whose name they did not know. This visitor, however, came bearing gifts with him and he asked them to serve him in return for his thanks and their protection. The godlings accepted this offer without hesitation and agreed to do whatever the man requested. He asked for an alliance between two races of people who shared their beliefs. The godling’s first thought was that perhaps these were humans
But it was no use being a race of beings that required constant worship, when there was no one left alive to worship you. Earth, known to the Elves as Vesonta, was a planet teeming with large bipedal beasts who were quick to seek something, anything in need of worshipping.
The Humans were strange beasts who had the constant need to find things to worship. A species that demanded constant things to dominate them, so that they could satisfy their need to kill each other over who worshiped what.
A god could live in eternal bliss here on Earth, with Human servants to wait on you hand and foot. Free food lavished upon you. Boxes of sand. Toy mice and jingly balls.
Life was good here on Earth with the idiot Humans. Earth was a paradise and the self appointed gods of the universe could not risk the end of Humanity. Without the idiotic Humans to worship them, they would have to feed themselves. They would have to work and hunt for food. They would have to pee and poop outside once again.
No.
They needed their Human slaves to feed them tuna and change their sandboxes. The gods must remain gods and the Humans must live on to ensure that.
And to their horror, there would come a day, when one lonely wizard would say enough was enough, and cast a spell to wipe out the entire population of three solar systems, killing billions upon billions of lives in the blink of an eye, an event known as The Battle of Ongadada. This, said the gods of the universe, must not be allowed to happen, for our Human slaves must live to serve us.
And so spurred on by the goal to stop the infamous Battle of Ongadada, these tiny four legged furry gods of the universe sent their litters of children back through time, to seek out the wizard who would set these events in motion and stop him. But learning too late, that by going back in time to stop the future, by changing the past, they had inadvertently sealed the future guaranteeing it could now never be changed.
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And now going back a thousand times and changing a thousand different things, they could never stop Ongadada, for had Ongadada never happened, they would never have gone back in time, thus making any changes null and void, as Ongadada was now a fixed point in time that could never be changed because without it, time travel would never have existed.
Desperate to undo their error, they instead traveled far ahead into the future to the year 2525, where they found another wizard from the past, still alive, now ancient and no longer a wizard, but now a scientist desperately trying the bury the memories of the lover whom he could not save from a horrible death.
A scientist and a wizard. The yellow haired Demon with a terrifying control over machines, able to bring cars to life as sentient beings, to toss trains into the ocean and pull planes from the sky with nothing but the words "I wish..." Because of his disruption of all things mechanical, the Humans had dubbed this powerful Ancient yellow haired Demon "The Gremlin".
If any one could stop Ongadada, it would be the Gremlin, the one person left alive who had been on the battlefield and had witnessed the mass slaughter. But he was mad. Every one knew this. The crazed old wizard lived with Roderic, in a giant flesh eating mansion, and spent his days gibbering in terror of pink fish flying through clouds seeking to kill him.
When the self proclaimed gods of the universe found The Gremlin, he was writing thousands of endless scientific and mathematical equations, up and down the endless walls of the Twighlight Manor, something he had done, according to Roderic, for the past few decades. That, and fill the rooms with endless herds of sheep.
The Kats arrived at the Twighlight Manor and The Gremlin ran off when he saw them.
“He's a survivor of White Rock,” Roderic said with a shrug.
When they finally caught him and got him to stop screaming about the armies of murderous pink sequined penguins trying to suck out his brain, the guardians of life, these self proclaimed gods of the universe, told The Gremlin of what they had done and begged him to once again, reopen to portals to help them save the world from an evil pink wizard, whose inner darkness, would bring about the end of everything.
“The Pink Necromancer?” The Gremlin asked.
“Yes,” The Eel-Kat, the green eyed black bob tailed cat said. “He must be stopped. Ongadada can't happen.”
“No,” agreed Spriggan, the small white cat, furiously beating his tiny purple wings. “It must not happen.”
“Never happen,” agreed Bela, a huge black Bombay cat.
“Never happen,” repeated Uncle Whiskers, the orange Persian cat.
“It is imperative we stop this,” the grey tabby, Lynxiana added.
“Imperative,” all the cats said in unison.
The Gremlin was sitting on the floor in the hall of the Manor. He looked up at Roderic, standing over him.
“The cats are talking to me,” Gremlin whimpered, not trusting what his eyes were seeing.
“I know,” Roderic answered.
“One of them is flying.”
“Yes. I see them too.”
“There are two flying eels following that one,” he pointed to the Eel-Kat.
“Yes.”
“Why are there cats talking to me?”
“They want you to reopen the portals and go back through time again, to find my grandfather and stop him from killing every one at Ongadada.”
“The Pink Necromancer.”
“Yes.”
“He's insane.”
“Yes, he was.”
“I'm insane.”
“I know.”
It was with much persuasion that the Kats of Planet Ptarmagin convinced The Gremlin to help them. But finding the wandering pink wizard was a task not easy, for Quaraun was a recluse, rarely seen. He entered villages infrequently and fled them quickly, retreating once again to the lonely wanderings through thick forests and snow filled wastelands of northern New England. Finding the infamous pink Necromancer that would be the end of all life, was like finding a needle in a haystack.
To find him, the tiny aliens knew they would have to infiltrate every corner of the planet with eyes and ears, constantly watching, constantly listening, waiting, ready to pounce the moment they saw him.
And so in the year 1458 a new species arose on the planet, as the Ptarmagin Kats silently invaded Earth, leaving scouts in every home, in every village, in every dark alley. Their gleaming eyes watching, their tiny ears listening, their whiskers twitching, as they quietly waited on padded paw for any hint to the location the Pink Necromancer.