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 |   I will be keeping my Game Of Thrones Stories here and other stories that fit here. |
| Celine was a witch in England in the 1800s. She lived in the woods with her black cat Lancelot. She didn't socialize much. She helped people with their problems and she didn't want to be accused of being a witch. Lancelot was her only friend. She talked to him and he would purr. She was happy with her kitty. Celine didn't need anyone else. Lancelot got sick. She boiled up eye of newt, bat wings and spiders with lavender. She gave him the potion to drink. Lancelot drink it but he died. The heartbroken witch cried and hugged him. She told him how much she loved him. She would wait until midnight and bury him by the light of the full moon. She didn't know how she would live without him. It was midnight. Celine took her cat to the middle of the woods. The moon was full. She dug the hole and said a few words of peace and hope and comfort for his eternity. She expressed her love for him as she cried. So, Celine finished burying him. The ground rumbled. Smoke appeared. A handsome man with long black hair appeared and Celine did a double take. She didn't care for men but this one was different. There was something familiar about him. "Celine. I am Nathaniel. I was trapped in that black cat body for years. A gypsy woman turned me into a cat because I wouldn't marry her. You found me and you made me feel I belonged. I love you, Celine." Celine was shocked. "I need to go home." Celine went home to her cottage. Her cat had been a man trapped inside a cats's body. The man loved her. No man loved her. She never loved a man. Lancelot. He was the only thing she loved. Her parents didn't love her. Her mother was a witch. An evil one. Her father was a thief and a warlock. Her parents were burned alive at the stake. She met a nice old woman who took her in. Ophelia. Ophelia loved her. She loved Ophelia. Ophelia raised her. Celine was eleven. Ophelia died when she was eighteen. She lived at the cottage for fourteen years. She found Lancelot. Her only friend. Now, he was gone. Nathaniel. This was too strange. She went back to the woods. She found Nathaniel. He smiled at her. He took Celine in his arms and kissed her. Celine had never been kissed. She liked this. She didn't feel lonely now. Lancelot was with her. He was a man now. She loved this man. They made love slowly. Celine was so happy as was Nathaniel. Celine and Nathaniel lived until they got old. They were happy and in love always. 457 Words |
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