The Story of Hana

by Timo Wikström

Chapter 1

My name is Hana and I'm not exactly what you would call a normal cat. This is the story of my birth… or maybe I should call it a rebirth. I do not know. I remember the horror I lived through. A horror I can never forget. A horror that changed my life forever.


My race looks a lot like Earth's cats, except we can talk, we have no claws, we have our own culture, we are a bit bigger and we are no ones pets. I was only a mere child with a dark blue fur. I had my mother, my father, three brothers and four sisters. We were all one big tribe. We lived in decent huts made of bricks and clay in a jungle. Our technology cannot be compared to Earth's and I mean that in a bad way. We are pretty primitive, but we're not savages. In fact, we hate war, we hate any form of fighting. We are a peaceful race. We do not have any weapons either. Our lives were perfect and we lived in a paradise. Such long happy lives. Because of all that, we could not stop him.

A stranger came to our village and we welcomed him. That stranger… was nothing more than a shadow to me. Even so I did not suspect anything. The stranger did not talk much, but he did show us things. Things that changed our lives and… ruined us. Before we even knew it, most of our tribe was taken away, one by one, adults and kids. My father was wise and he knew that our tribe was in great danger, but none would listen to him and no one would do anything. They just let the horror continue and so in the end, it was only me, my family, the elders and the stranger. Everyone else had vanished. My father consulted my mother and they decided the whole family would leave before anything happened to them. We left that night, but we didn't manage to get far away before the village's drums started to make noise. In that instant I heard a sharp sound and my mother and father collapsed. I didn't realize what had happened back then, but my eldest brother yelled at us.


And before I knew it, we were all separated from each other. I heard so loud noises behind me and when I looked back, I saw a fiery light that came from my village. As I kept running, I heard trees falling and screams. I didn't know where I was going or what to do. As four-legged race, we can run fast and our reflexes are… "off the charts" as I've heard others saying. But those features were nothing in this situation. I kept running and running as fast as I could. The screams had stopped and I was beginning to be tired. A storm rose suddenly and I soon found myself to be quite wet. I cried for my brothers and sisters. For my mother and father. I was alone, wet and helpless. I had no directions, no map, nothing. I laid down on a mud pool and cried myself to sleep.


I woke up slowly and noticed it was already noon. I was so dirty from the mud. My fur was horrible and there was no water nearby. I called for my brothers and sisters, but didn't get any answer. I called for my mother and father, but they did not answer either. I had no idea what to do. My stomach growled out of hunger. I noticed a tree with fruits on it, but the problem was that only the village's hunters could pick them up. I did not know how to do that. I began walking slowly, hoping to hear the sound of water somewhere.

It did not take long to find water, but even though I was able to clean myself and quench my thirst, I was still hungry. Even after eating edible berries, I was still hungry. I was lost and desperate. Just when I thought things couldn't go any worse, I heard the same kind of loud noise I had heard, when running away from the village, behind me. I began running out of fear. There was a clearing in front of me and in the middle of it… a huge building made of stone. I ran towards it. The entrance was high up, but I didn't care about that. Before I even managed to start climbing, I heard a sharp sound and my paw suddenly hurt so much I screamed and rolled over. I managed to make my eyes stay open and what I saw was a face I can never forget. It was that stranger that had come to our village. His voice felt like it could stop my heart.

"There you are, you naughty little cat." He said. "I've been looking all over for you."

I looked at my paw and saw it was bleeding badly. I was unknowingly crying.

"You are the last of your race now." He said. "Be a good cat and let me put you out of your misery right here, right now."

The stranger took out a strange stone that shined green light so much it blinded me. I was forced to close my eyes, while I cried for my life. As the green light shined more brightly, it suddenly diminished and I heard a crash. I didn't dare to open my eyes, fearing I might see that stranger again. I then heard different kind of footsteps coming from the other direction, from the building. The footsteps stopped right next to me. I managed to open my eyes and when I looked up I saw a face that radiated goodness and warmth.

"Do not worry, I will not hurt you." He said.

I felt myself been lifted. I blacked out again, but for some reason I felt like I could sleep in peace.