Battle? I thought. The cat, Zaphea- which I remembered the best out of all of them- pulled me to the banquet table. She had to sit right next to the Head, scowling.

I sighed as I sat down. But of course, the cat always wanted to catch the rat. I could easily depict the ill will from her towards me, yet I had none against her. Why did it have to go this way? Of course, I didn’t expect us to be bosom buddies and throw lilies around but I at least wanted to know that I held nothing against her and we could at least form a truce.

In the end, I don’t think I’ll even get that. I sighed again.