Privilege

Whisker's peace was shattered by the sound of air tearing, followed by a blinding flash of purple light flooding his vision.

He winced, then a booming voice echoed overhead.

"There you are!"

Whisker's eyes twitched.

'No… please.'

That prideful voice. There was no way he could mistake it.

He forced his eyes open, and as soon as they settled on the grinning figure floating in the sky, his heart sank.

Ozeroth.

"Why do you look so glum? I have good news!" Ozeroth declared, eyes gleaming. "I will grant you the privilege of training the great Ozeroth!"

He sounded like he was doing Whisker a favor. But it was painfully clear, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

At that moment, Whisker's peaceful vacation shattered in his mind like glass.

'Shit.'

There was only one person to blame. Teeth gritted, he muttered under his breath.

"Atticus."