"Energien, die sind, geben mir Ihre Stärke. Ich ersuche Feuer, Holz, Luft und um Wasser. Erlauben Sie mir, die Energie zu verwenden Sie posess. JETZT!" Sparks flew from the summoner's lifted hands as different colored waves of energy surrounded and entered her body through them. As she absorbed the energy from the elements, she would subsequently glow with said colors. When the last of the energy absorbed, her eyes shone a luminous gold, then grew dim. Her hands fell down to her sides, and her head fell limp to her chest. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she awoke from her semi-trance. As she lifted her head back into position, she absently wiped her long, lavender and turquoise bangs from her eyes, and her long black hair from her shoulders. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, and she struggled for her podium to keep her from collapsing. When her hand caught the edge of her Book, she swung her other hand around to reach the dais. "That always takes more than it gives." She uttered with a laugh. "But it is always necessary for The Craft." The hand that had landed on her Book slid to the border of the cover to open it. Her right hand sought the bag that hung from the corner of the podium. "Now," Once she had lifted the cover from her Book, and held it down, the pages fluttered open until quieting onto a book-marked page. "for my real spell." As her hand closed on the bag, her eyes settled on the words. As she started to read, she opened the bag and withdrew a sparkling dust. "To summon the deprived, and take them from their pain." She let the dust filter through her fingers as she lifted her right hand. Her left hand held her place in her book. "I call upon the God of the wishful, the God of the disadvantaged, the God of my kin." She tossed the remaining dust over the center of the room, over the giant pentacle painted facing the north. The dust slowly settled to the floor as the star began to glow. "I call to the one I summon here. The one whose life is not yet in it's course, which I plan to right. I command the one who I have chosen to be my apprentice come to this land, and come to be exacted!" The pentacle exploded with a bright flash that lasted for four full minutes. The fifth minute brought with it an intense thump as the light seeming formed into a solid object. As the light condensed into a vaguely human shape, the sorceress rushed to the edge of her pentacle, her long blood red dress billowing around her slender legs. As she knelt next to the figure, her long wavy locks of black and lavender cascaded over her shoulders. She placed her hand on the creature's forehead as she focused her beckoning abilities on the blanket she had placed at the foot of her podium. She draped it around the creature's shoulders, and rapped it into a cocoon of sorts. The witch settled the unconscious being on her lap, with it's head on her ample breast, cradling it's chin in her hand. She reached around to where she had lain the blanket, and picked up a vial. She placed the vial in her mouth and removed the stopper. She tilted the creature's head back, and poured the vial's contents into it's mouth; letting the cold, blue liquid drain down it's throat. The creature immediately began coughing, and sputtering. "I'm sorry. Summoning always leaves the summoned unconscious. The potion I gave you will have you completely awake in a few minutes. Is there anything you wish to know?"
The creature looked into the sorceress's face; and screamed.
"What is wrong?! Have I hurt you?" The creature jumped out of the witch's lap and scrambled to the other side of the room, fifteen feet away. "Child, what is wrong?" The witch stood up and took a step towards the cowering figure beneath an alter to the cat goddess, Bast. "Young one, I am sorry." She backed away and raised her hands. "I expected you to be happy to have been taken. I should have warned you some how. I am not going to harm you. Tell me, what are you thinking?" The witch leaned her arm on the podium and crossed her ankles. The being that had scrambled away from her stood, and turned toward the alter. It brought it's arm up to one of the statues of the Goddess, and tried to pick it up, but it's clumsy four fingered paw lost its grip and the statuette fell to the floor. The creature gasped in anticipation of the crash, but when it heard nothing, it looked down. The figurine was floating an inch off the floor, and nearly on the creature's three-toed foot. The being turned swiftly around to see the witch's right arm outstretched toward her, with her palm up, and her fingers slightly bent. Then, as her arm rose, so did the figurine, and she placed it back in its place.
"What, what are you?" It uttered quietly.
"The first of many questions. And a good one. I am a witch. Or a sorceress. Or any number of other names that could describe me. More specifically, I am Catherina, the Countess of the Black Forest."

"I see you've heard of me. Good. What have you heard?"
"I." The creature took a step toward Catherina, and then fell to it's knees.
"Child. No need for that." Catherina strode to the kneeling creature, and fell to sit by it's side. "Look at me." She seized it's chin, and raised it to stare into it's light teal green eyes. She smiled at the twinkle in them. Then, her hand wandered up the being's face, past it's temples and up to rub the base of it's ears. They flickered at her touch. Catherina swirled the fur covering the back of the cat-like appendages. A soft purr escaped the creature's throat, and Catherina followed it with a soft laugh and started to scratch the base it's ears. She then moved a lock of light blue hair from the creature's forehead, and placed it behind it's ear. "Would you like something to eat? Some meat? A cup of warm cream? I can get you anything you want, now."
"Why?"
"Why what, child?"
"Why did you.?"
"Summon you here?"
"Yes."
Catherina placed her hands on the creature's shoulders and moved it backward so that she could look straight into it's eyes. "Were you happy there, child?" The creature just lowered it's eyes. "I have been following you for a long time Gobu Neko. And I know what you were forced to do." It looked down once more. "Child. I can't tell you exactly how I knew you were in trouble, but I knew. Just like I knew to rescue all of my other charges. You will meet them later, if you choose to stay." She cradled the neko's cheek in her hands. "Tell me, do you not feel a connection? Did you not wish to leave? I called you here, because I could feel an emptiness somewhere in my heart, and over the years, I've learned to heed that feeling. To tell the truth, I did not know who I was calling when I summoned you here. I only had the feeling of your soul to guide me to you. You were meant to come here, to change your destiny. I don't know how, that's up to you, but I am here to help you find it. Now. Tell me about you, as much is comfortable."
The creature sat back on it's haunches and placed it's paws in it's lap. "I do not have a name. They would refer to me as 'the purple cat,' or 'cat bitch.' I am half Amethyst Tiger, half human, but I do not remember my parents. I was sold when I was three, and taught to pleasure when I was seven. Up until I was ten, I was a common servant, but when I finish my schooling I." The Nintora lowered it's head into it's paws and started to shake and whimper. Catherina just placed her hand on the neko's thigh and began to rub it with her thumb. When the creature stopped it's crying, Catherina decided to clarify something.
"You are obviously female, correct? Were there others like you?"
"Other slaves? That's all that was there. Other gobu nekos? A few. There were all types of slaves. there was food?"
"Yes. I almost forgot. We can continue this later, when you have had a chance to settle in.