In a country where magic is punished by death, Mina swears she’ll never use the strange warmth in her hands again.
But when a white cat with blue eyes crawls into her room bleeding… her secret awakens.
And somewhere in the capital, a man in power smiles—because he’s been waiting for this exact mistake.
Episode 1 — “Don’t Touch the Cat”
Mina first heard the scratching after midnight.
Not the playful kind.
The desperate kind—like a small body was trying to hold itself together.
She slid off her bed, bare feet silent on the cold floor. The room was dark, moonlight cutting a pale line across her desk. Her sister Layla’s breathing was steady, asleep in the other bed.
The scratching came again.
From the window.
Mina’s heart jumped.
Her mother’s voice echoed in her head like a warning bell:
“If you ever see something unnatural—walk away. Pray. Close your eyes. Do not help.”
Because helping was how families disappeared.
Mina reached the window anyway.
The latch was stiff. Her fingers shook as she lifted it a little… just enough for air to slip in.
And then a shape dropped onto the sill.
A cat.
White fur, soaked and clumped like it had been dragged through rain and dirt. One ear was torn. Its side rose and fell too fast—too shallow.
But the eyes…
Mina froze.
The cat’s eyes were blue. Not normal blue.
Moon-ice blue. Like someone had trapped a winter sky inside them.
The cat stared straight into her, unblinking, as if it recognized her.
Mina swallowed. “You’re… hurt.”
The cat tried to move. Its paw slipped.
A thin line of blood dotted the wood.
Mina’s palms turned cold.
She backed up one step.
Then another.
She should close the window.
She should pretend she never saw it.
But the cat—no, the creature—made a sound so small it barely existed.
A breath that sounded like: please.
Mina’s throat tightened. “Don’t…”
She whispered like her words could stop fate.
“Don’t make me choose.”
Behind her, Layla shifted in her sleep. Mina held her breath until her sister settled again.
The cat’s eyes softened. Just for a second.
And in Mina’s chest, something answered.
A warmth. A familiar spark she hadn’t felt since she was a child.
Mina clenched her fists.
No.
Not again.
Not after what happened to her family.
Not after the rumors. The whispers.
Healing magic. Forbidden. Hunted. Sold for rewards.
Her gaze dropped to the cat’s wound. It was bad. Deep.
If she did nothing… it would die.
Mina’s legs moved before her brain could stop them.
She grabbed the spare blanket from the chair and approached slowly, like the cat might explode into something worse if she moved wrong.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. Just… stay still.”
The cat didn’t run.
It watched her like it was waiting to see what kind of person she was.
Mina wrapped the blanket around it gently. The cat’s body was strangely heavy, like it carried more than bones and fur.
She lifted it, cradling it close.
The warmth in her chest flared hard—hot enough to scare her.
Mina’s hands trembled.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
But the cat’s breathing stuttered.
And Mina’s fear cracked.
She pressed her palm over the wound.
The air felt… different.
Like the room was holding its breath.
A faint glow spilled between her fingers—soft and silver, barely visible. Mina sucked in a sharp breath.
The cat didn’t fight.
Instead, its eyes narrowed, calm… almost relieved.
Mina tried to pull away.
But her own body refused.
The warmth spread from her palm into the cat, like water finding a thirsty root.
The bleeding slowed.
Mina stared, horrified.
“I didn’t— I’m not—” Her voice broke. “I can’t do this.”
The glow flickered. The room felt colder.
Then—
A sound outside.
Boots.
Not near. Not at the door.
But in the distance… like someone walking past the house.
Mina froze so hard her spine ached.
Her mother always said:
“When magic awakens, the world notices.”
Mina stuffed the cat under the blanket against her chest and tiptoed away from the window. She lowered the latch with shaking hands.
Silence.
But her heart wouldn’t slow down.
She moved the cat to the floor beside her bed, making a small nest with a pillow and the blanket.
The cat stared up at her, eyes glowing faintly even in the dark.
Mina whispered, “You can’t stay.”
The cat blinked once.
Mina swallowed. “If they find you here… if they find me…”
She couldn’t say the rest.
Because the rest was a noose. A prison. A public execution.
The cat’s tail flicked once, slow. Like it understood.
Then the cat did something that made Mina’s blood run cold.
It spoke.
Not with words.
With a feeling—pushed gently into her mind like a hand pressing on a closed door.
I won’t let them take you.
Mina jerked back, hand flying to her mouth to stop a scream.
The cat’s eyes glowed brighter.
And Mina realized something terrifying.
This was not a normal cat.
This was not even a normal mystical being.
This was something older.
Smarter.
Dangerous.
Layla suddenly sat up in bed. “Mina?”
Mina spun around so fast the blanket nearly slipped. “Go back to sleep,” she blurted, voice too sharp.
Layla squinted. “Why are you awake?”
Mina forced a smile that felt like glass. “Bad dream.”
Layla’s gaze drifted downward.
Toward the floor.
Toward the nest.
Mina stepped sideways to block it, heart pounding.
Layla yawned. “You’re acting weird.”
“Layla.” Mina lowered her voice. “Please. Just sleep.”
Layla hesitated, then flopped back down with a grumble. “Fine.”
Mina didn’t breathe until she heard her sister’s slow breathing again.
Then Mina looked at the cat.
The cat looked back.
As if it had been waiting for this moment.
Mina whispered, barely audible, “Who are you?”
The cat’s pupils narrowed.
And in Mina’s mind, a single image flashed like lightning:
A boy.
A crown.
A city burning.
Mina stumbled backward, dizzy.
When she blinked, the image was gone.
The cat lay there quietly like it had done nothing.
But Mina’s hands were shaking so badly she had to grip her bedframe.
Outside, far away, a bell rang—one of the capital’s guard signals, carried faintly by the wind.
And somewhere in the darkness of the city, a man in a fine robe smiled as he listened to a report.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly.
A voice answered. “Yes, my lord. A trace of healing magic. Very small. But real.”
The man’s smile widened.
“Good,” he whispered. “After all these years… she finally made a mistake.”
Back in Mina’s room, the cat lifted its head.
Its eyes gleamed like frozen stars.
And Mina realized the worst part—
She didn’t know who was hunting who anymore.
End of Episode 1
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