This book is the start of a legend. A legend that amazes. A timeless legend that will never age. The type of tale that will never be forgotten.
Negi Moonblood was an average boy that lived in the town of Krystus. He had bluish-green eyes, pale skin, and long, dark brown hair he wore in a ponytail. He was about twelve, and average height for his age.
Negi was taking a walk outside when he saw an animal out of the corner of his eye. It looks like a cat. And it's hurt! he thought.
He walked closer. The cat was in a great deal of pain, and it was bleeding. It let out a weak yelp, then started to twitch. “It looks like I should help it.” Negi whispered.
The cat had an orange-yellow back and black paws. Its head was grey, graduating into brown, with a white chin. It had black ears, and it had long fur. Its tail was black with a golden streak.
Negi picked up the cat and ran home. The cat was shaking, and blood had covered Negi's hands.
As soon as he got home, Negi rushed upstairs to his room and wrapped the cat in a blanket. He then let it rest for a while.

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The cat woke up. Negi picked it up and asked, “Are you alright?” “Thank you, Negi. I have been looking for you. My name is Wolf's Fire.” the cat replied.
Wolf's Fire opened his yellow eyes. “You can speak?” Negi asked, shocked. “As a matter of fact, yes. I have been transformed into a cat by a witch.” Wolf's Fire replied.