The Furmage Sage

By Norin Lotor Coone, called the Gamer Coon of the Northwest

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Prologue

The vixen was roughly shoved into the alley. She knew she shouldn't have walked home in this neighborhood at night. Especially with all the reports of a dangerous fur in the area, but she wanted to save some time with the shortcut. Her would-be assailant shoved her up forcefully against the wall, pulling a dagger from his jacket. "Give me you money, now!" He shouted at her. She struggled to find her money in her purse as a voice came from the shadows, "Now that isn't a nice thing to do. Surely a smart weasel like you can come up with a better way to get money." The assailant look around, his tail flicking in annoyance, "I don't know who you are but this isn't you business. Leave now!" The vixen, still held against the wall, froze at the sound of the voice. A laughing can be heard from the shadows, "I make it my business to stop petty thieves. I rather dislike their methods of operation. That and you seem to not be the brightest guy on the block. I really dislike stupid criminals." The weasel, getting even more annoyed by the second, shoved the vixen to the ground and drew a handgun from under his jacket. Looking around, he shouts, "Show yourself or she gets it! Nobody insults me and gets away with it." and points the gun down at her, his eyes foretelling a dark fate.

A dark shape seemed to form in the shadows. It seemed roughly fur-like with strange glowing eyes. The weasel looks up and smirks, as he notices that the shape had no weapon. "So, you show yourself. Prepare for the afterlife." and he levels his weapon at the figure. The figure almost seem to laugh. The figure just raises with seems to be a shadowed paw at the weasel and issues one strange word. The weasel just grinned and attempted to pull the trigger. The one problem being is that his trigger finger wouldn't move. As he soon found out, none of his body parts would move. He could still breathe and such but could move around. The stranger then moved into the light, but the shadows continued to cling to him, making it seem like he's made of the stuff. The shadow figure walked up to him and seemed to grin, "Not so hot stuff now that you can't move." Then it stuck him, his eyes widening. 'This things a mage!' he though. He'd heard rumors that a few still existed. He didn't believe it at the time but all the signs were there. Strange events like that guy stopping in mid air or that Otter gal not being incinerated by that fire. Of course, it was a mage. And know he was surely in for it.

The shadow moved over to the downed vixen and helped her to her paws. She backed away, her eyes wide with fear, her voice taken by the same emotion. The figure then turned back to the frozen weasel, calling over its shoulder, "Don't worry miss. I won't hurt you. Just dealing with some of society move evil elements." It then says a few more strange words and raises a paw which then moves to point at the street. The weasel's frozen body levitated up and moved closer to the street. The figure then lowered his paw and then faces the vixen, who had moved against the wall to get out of the way of the floating weasel. The figure then seemed to grin and said, "You just call the police and get this guy locked away." It then said, "Don't worry. He'll be frozen for another couple of hours or so." and then moved to go back to the shadows. The vixen then moved away from the wall and called out after it, "Wait. How will I explain this." The figure stopped and looked back, "Just tell them a wandering mage happened by." as the vixen's eyes widened. The figure then asked, rather nonchalantly, "Say, do you happened to know the time?" The vixen, surprised, looked down at her watch, "My watch says it's 15 till midnight." The figure then swore quietly and continued his moving into the shadows. She could here light grumbling coming from the shadows, "Great. Now I've got to finish that cal work before class and I'm never gonna make it though History with this little sleep...." She surveyed the scene around her. She was standing in an alley, a frozen weasel standing near the entrance to the street, and dagger lay on the ground, she just seen a mage and it had proven their existence and she was going to get no sleep tonight. She then pondered what she did to piss off some deity so badly to cause this.

Author's Note: Well, I finally got it finished. I'd like to thank Amaharvara on RaccoonMuck for being my first prereader and fixing a lot of my bad grammer mistakes. Been planning this for a while, I have. Just too lazy to get it done. Still working on getting the rest of it done. This'll most likely be moved into the first chapter, whenever I get that done. Make sure to e-mail me your Q&C.