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James had just heard his fortune told by an old Gypsy mouse and there was nothing good about it. James stood, because her words disturbed him. So he left but once he was among others from the village he quickly relaxed. He felt a hand on his shoulder, turned quickly to come face to face with a lovely rat. She was a gypsy and held a tankard in her hand.

Gypsy girl: Easy there.. you better drink this. It’s warm cider and will calm you.

James nodded: Thank you..

Once he had taken a drink he found his nerves to be calmer. He thanked her, she addressed herself as Merelda.

Merelda: Now tell me what troubled you? We want everyone here to enjoy themselves so please tell me what troubles you.

James told her about the older gypsy and what she told him. Merelda shook her head.

Merelda: That would be Meleva.. She tends to be a bit dramatic. Please ignore her fortune, I’m sure she was making it tonight anyway.

James: Isn't that what fortune tellers always do?

Merelda: No.. the real ones don’t have to but she’s been agitated lately and I think she’s been struggling to give real fortunes.

James chuckled, not believing a word but there were parts of it that affected him. He had buried a loved one earlier that day and then the mention of a beast. Which made him think of the animal that killed Ratoul.

Merelda: So can I trust you’ll try to enjoy the rest of the evening? I didn’t even get your name.

James: Of course.. I’m James, son of Ratoul.

She looked shocked and asked if that made him related to Ratigan, when he nodded she turned pale under her fur. Suddenly there was a howl which made the blood turn cold. Merelda was terrified and she ran away, soon the music stopped as there was blood curdling screams through the camp. There was chaos all around and James began leaving with others when he spotted Merelda running into the woods and a large beast on all fours running after her. Without thinking he ran after them. Along the way he grabbed a sword that was used in the Gypsies act. He heard her screams and followed them until they stopped. He paused to try and figure out where she was then he froze in terror as he spotted the huge form creeping towards him. It reminded him of a wolf except wolves were much bigger. Yet it growled and snarled like a wolf, James held the sword pointed directly at the thing that drew ever closer. In a moment he realized this must be the thing that killed his father. He stood his ground and bared his teeth.

James: This is for you father..

To be continued in: Wolffish Nightmare

GMD, great mouse detective, animation, fanart, fan fiction, fanfic, art, Oc, great mouse detective, Disney, rat

Description
Do NOT REPOST

As a reminder be sure to Star from the beginning of this fanfic: Fond Memories, please enjoy

James had just heard his fortune told by an old Gypsy mouse and there was nothing good about it. James stood, because her words disturbed him. So he left but once he was among others from the village he quickly relaxed. He felt a hand on his shoulder, turned quickly to come face to face with a lovely rat. She was a gypsy and held a tankard in her hand.

Gypsy girl: Easy there.. you better drink this. It’s warm cider and will calm you.

James nodded: Thank you..

Once he had taken a drink he found his nerves to be calmer. He thanked her, she addressed herself as Merelda.

Merelda: Now tell me what troubled you? We want everyone here to enjoy themselves so please tell me what troubles you.

James told her about the older gypsy and what she told him. Merelda shook her head.

Merelda: That would be Meleva.. She tends to be a bit dramatic. Please ignore her fortune, I’m sure she was making it tonight anyway.

James: Isn't that what fortune tellers always do?

Merelda: No.. the real ones don’t have to but she’s been agitated lately and I think she’s been struggling to give real fortunes.

James chuckled, not believing a word but there were parts of it that affected him. He had buried a loved one earlier that day and then the mention of a beast. Which made him think of the animal that killed Ratoul.

Merelda: So can I trust you’ll try to enjoy the rest of the evening? I didn’t even get your name.

James: Of course.. I’m James, son of Ratoul.

She looked shocked and asked if that made him related to Ratigan, when he nodded she turned pale under her fur. Suddenly there was a howl which made the blood turn cold. Merelda was terrified and she ran away, soon the music stopped as there was blood curdling screams through the camp. There was chaos all around and James began leaving with others when he spotted Merelda running into the woods and a large beast on all fours running after her. Without thinking he ran after them. Along the way he grabbed a sword that was used in the Gypsies act. He heard her screams and followed them until they stopped. He paused to try and figure out where she was then he froze in terror as he spotted the huge form creeping towards him. It reminded him of a wolf except wolves were much bigger. Yet it growled and snarled like a wolf, James held the sword pointed directly at the thing that drew ever closer. In a moment he realized this must be the thing that killed his father. He stood his ground and bared his teeth.

James: This is for you father..

To be continued in: Wolffish Nightmare

GMD, great mouse detective, animation, fanart, fan fiction, fanfic, art, Oc, great mouse detective, Disney, rat