It hadn't taken me long to fall asleep and as expected I started dreaming about the men I had killed.

The first two dreams were almost identical although the second was not as clear, but thanks to the fact that both men were almost constantly in each other's presence it had made little of a difference. They had been taken to a special section of the castle in Eto when they were young boys. There they had not only trained but were also brainwashed using magic. Thankfully, their memories became more and more fuzzy and disjointed as their individuality and emotion were stripped from them and I did not have to experience much of what had happened to them.

The dreams of both had been short and, thankfully, not mentally scarring as the others had. I hadn't even experienced the brainwashing for some reason. I had been lucky.

Next came the dream I was looking forward to.

I found myself in a land I did not recognize. I also couldn't understand the flashes of words I would occasionally hear, at least at first. What I saw were lots of cat people that looked almost exactly like Bad Kitty. I also saw that only the pregnant women and the young children used human form, unless someone had to do something that required a thumb.

I saw no cats like Kitten.

The village Bad Kitty grew up in was primitive. The only technology it seemed they had was simple houses, farming tools made of wood and stone and their bows and axes were made with wood and stone as well. I saw no metal, not even for decoration.

Bad Kitty himself had an uneventful childhood.

It was when he was older that things turned for the worse. A large war started. Not only was this cat tribe involved, but I saw tribes of other animals.

Aside from the cats, I saw wolf people, mouse people(human-sized mice), horse people, rabbit people(also human-sized), even tribes of people that transformed into insects and arachnids. I saw no flying animals in their numbers.

These tribes had come together to fight just one enemy. This enemy, as far as I could tell, were just normal humans. I had no idea what had started the war but Bad Kitty's feelings towards them were not only anger but also fear for, unlike the tribes, the normal humans had technology. A bit of which was even more advanced than what I had seen in Flaern.

Still, what the animal tribes lacked in technology they made up for in numbers and magic ability. In fact, it seemed like most of the humans could not even use magic.

The war was quick, and aside from a few battles that involved humans that possessed great magic ability, the animal tribes tore through their enemy. The magic attacks of the animal tribes were so strong and fierce that I imagined even the Flaern magic users would have a hard time handling them.

Another thing I noticed was the resilience that the animal tribes had. I saw some take injuries that would kill a normal animal but live. Their wounds also healed much more quickly than usual.

These things contributed to the quick defeat of the humans. I imagined it only took a few weeks for their downfall.

What happened after was not pretty. Most of the animal tribes seemed to want to kill all the humans. Bad Kitty was one of the few that didn't want to.

It was this choice that led to his banishment.

They had led him to what appeared to be a giant invisible barrier. Several of the tribes held a large ritual and a hole in the barrier was opened. They led bad Kitty and several hundred others to the other side before the barrier was closed.

Bad Kitty's life after this was harsh. He and the others found themselves sandwiched between a small stretch of coastline and a vast ocean.

This stretch of coast was not well suited to settlement. There were no animals and no room to grow crops. The only source of food they had was whatever they could get from the ocean and it was not long when the conditions caused conflict among the various members of the different tribes, thanks to the limited supply of food, the close quarters and a disease outbreak.

Not long after, a group mainly comprising cats, volunteered to leave and see if they could find a better place to live. The other tribes were more than happy for the chance for extra space and they built several rafts from the small grove of trees that stood next to the barrier.

Bad Kitty's group soon left. No matter which way down the coast they went they found access to the shore blocked by the barrier.

When they saw that the farther they went farther the barrier went away from the shore they headed into the ocean, though they had no idea just how vast the ocean was.

They had only been in the open ocean for three days when their first storm hit. It was not a terrible storm, and it even helped replenish their water reserves.

A few days later the second storm hit. This one was more severe and persisted for a few days, but it too passed with time.

It was the next few weeks that took the toll on the travelers. Not only was there no more rain, but it had begun to gradually become hotter and their water supply began to run low. Several of the cats even resorted to drinking the ocean water as they did not know the risk. The next few days were terrible as the group had to watch those that had drunk the water slowly become delirious and then eventually died.

Finally, another storm came. It was the worst storm by far and the waves were fierce and the rafts were pulled away from each other. Bad Kitty never saw them again.

Bad Kitty and the two other cats on his raft survived the storm. They even saved their water barrel from being contaminated by ocean water.

The three floated for another week and it was then that they spotted land. The three cats paddled their way to shore.

It was not long after that they came into contact with their first people, humans. The cats were unsure of what to do. They had found themselves stuck in a land full of people just like their old enemies.

The humans were frightened of the cats and soon several hunting parties had formed and began hunting them. The cats easily killed their pursuers but soon after a stronger hunting party came, one with magic users. They overwhelmed the cats. Only Bad Kitty had survived and only then with serious wounds.

Bad Kitty had finally woken up. He found himself in chains, collared and in human form. It was not long until he also was experimented with. The collar not only sealed his magic but also made him unable to remain in his cat form and his captors found it fascinating.

A few months later Bad Kitty found himself sold to the king of Toa Mirr himself. It was there that they made him part of the Toa Mirr abduction and assassination elites.

The only notable thing after this was when I saw myself. It was strange seeing my actions through another's eyes. It was also satisfying feeling his frustration at his failure at capturing me.

Thanks to me he had found himself stuck in Eto where he took care of undesirables until news of my arrival. He had even spent some time in that accursed canyon looking for me.

It was about this time the dream ended. I had been hoping to see his fight with me and Kitten, but it didn't happen.

I woke up that afternoon feeling strangely rested. I also saw that Kitten was asleep next to me, her wounds already well healed. I thought back to the dream and wondered if she had been in there somewhere. I hadn't noticed her in the group of exiles and hadn't even seen any other cats like her.

I got out of bed. Kitten opened her eyes and looked at me.

"What do you say we take a break for the next few days?" I said.

Kitten made a sound that I took as an agreement.