He stopped, thought for a moment, then turned back around. "I would, I would, I would. But they are powerful floods, beyond my abilities. If I could control the floods, I could control all the water on the earth at the same time. I cannot." He sniffed the air. The ghosties had gone, but he wondered when they would return. They always returned. Always. 
    "Always! Always! Always!" They never gave him a break, never ever. He shook out his head again. "Is there a river nearby? Or a stream? Or anything?" He sounded desperate now, he was desperate. His impulses kicked in, his weird thoughts crashing down. His mind buzzed. "Stupid brain bees." He muttered to himself. 
    "I told you to find me a river, mortal! Find me a river!" 

He was taken aback and flinched at the sudden contact. His eyes met hers, and he saw something familiar in their cold depths. He shook out his fur and stepped away. This mortal thought she was better than he! How dare she. Exsperavit hissed. "Mortal." He hissed. "You should be bowing down to me! I'm going to save you all, I'm a god. Why must you put me through all this misery? Why must you disrespect me? I do everything for you all and you treat me like dirt. I do not understand." He turned away. "Mother said they loved me. They respected me." He growled to himself. "I should let them all die! I care nothing for them, they're all insignificant little insects that I could squash at any moment. Rats." Exsperavit turned back. 
    "I would never forget you, either way. You're the being of the destruction of the world. Fire. Your name. Your fur. And the floods in your eyes. But you choose to disrespect me, mortal, I'm sorry." He sat down. Why did the mortal hate him?

"You may be." He looked her over. "You prophesize it, you prove it. If I have you they'll have no choice but to believe me! They're all mad, they are, but you and me, we can warn them. They'll respect you almost as much as they respect me. They'll treat you like a goddess. You're a...a..." He trailed off, thinking until his train of though derailed. "Where should we go next? I need to be free."  

He followed her eagerly. Joy lifted his heart, his body, light as a feather. "Everything is a lot," He started, "but I will tell you everything I can. When my dear mother had me, her sole survivor, she got visions. Visions of the worlds destruction. Visions of me saving everyone. She told me about how everyone knew. She said some did not believe, but they knew. She said they know about me, about how I will save them all! They respect me, love me. They just do not believe me, they call me mad. I'm not mad, they're mad. But you, Flame, are proof! They must believe me now! You're living evidence. Mother said it was the floods, then the fire. Floods would destroy everything, fire would burn the remains. She told me to start a tunnel system, a place underground where we can all stay so we won't die." He walked beside her, his tail twitching. Finally! Finally! Someone was on his side for once! He felt like he could fall. 
    "I must dig them out soon, I have already started." He shook out his head. "Anyway. Once that happens, once everything is destroyed, the sun will fall. See, this is where I save everyone! This is where I will use my power to push the sun back in it's rightful place. I'll be a hero! And you would be my biggest follower, the one who helped, and they would respect you, too. We would rule the world! We would be the saviors. More so me. But I'd be a god, and you, a goddess. Not even the most powerful thing alive would dare disrespect us." He could tell she was entranced. She liked what she heard. He smiled a smile of broken, yellow teeth. 

He started to jump, a pure, joyful jump. "Yes! Yes! Oh, how I've tried! They never listen to me! They call me mad, but I am not. They are mad. It's true! I've seen it! The ghosties have told me. You have to believe me."

He stared at her, his joy beginning to drop again. “Yes, mortal. Unless you were deceiving me?” He questioned. If this cat would not join him, after everything he offered her, then she would make herself an enemy. A powerful, dangerous enemy.

He paused and examined the meadow. Wide. Free. “Oh, I did not choose you. You chose me. But yes, you seemed to be the only one that would listen. The only one that is sane. I didn’t even know about you before, but once I got a good look at you I knew. I knew! You’re evidence! You prove everything.” His thoughts rattled around a bit more, completely forgetting why they were in the meadow in the first place, other than the openness. “You were the only one that would listen. Other than mother, of course.”

He sat down beside her. “The mortals have never asked anything of me. It depends, what do you want?”

He nodded. “Yes! Yes! I will help! The bigger the plans, the better!” He laughed, a crackly, hysterical. “Now, Flame, tell me a bit about yourself. I want to get to know my right-hand.” He circled his tail around himself. The ghosties would not take this one from him.