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<span style="font-size:15pt;font-family:times new roman;"> </span><span style="font-size:20pt;color:red;font-family:brish script MT;">lies</span><span style="font-size:20pt;font-family:times new roman;"> to you."</span>
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▲<span style="font-size:20pt;text-shadow:purple 1px 3px 5px;font-family:times new roman;">prologue</span></center>
When I opened my eyes next, I hadn't found StarClan. No, I hadn't been that lucky. Instead, I found myself in front of four cats, all of them glowing faintly, all of them possessing eyes that told of infinite wisdom and power. And they had explained the world to me in ways I had never even dreamed to be possible, explained it in such a way that I knew I was hearing the truth.
I was told that I was far more special then I had ever been lead to believe. The prophecy that the long dead medicine cat had
recieved hadn't, in fact, come from StarClan, but from someone far more powerful. Them. According to them, I wasn't a cat at all. I was something far more powerful - which was how it had taken me so long to succumb to the sickness. Apparently, I was a... God.
Godhood was not as wonderful as I had been lead to believe. It was strange and powerful, as well as alarming and frightening. As the God of Wind, I was capable of sending gusts of extreme power anywhere I wished. The very air was mine to command; I was able to rip a cat apart by merely twitching my whiskers, able to part waters without even looking at them, able to tame fires and fill a cat's lungs with air. When I was angry, the world below felt my wrath in the form of whirlpools, tornadoes and storms. My mood swings could kill.