He woke up to sunlight. With half-opened eyes, he saw a beige-brown creature. It was Ra, Charles's cat. Ra started to smell his face and licked Charles's nose. He lay on his face and purred.
Charles gently pushed Ra aside and looked at the bedside table next to him—a bundle of nettles. He remembered these nettles. Medicine for epilepsy is nettle. Then he looked at Ra, washing his face. The cat looked at his master and spoke.
- Master. You must take the treatment now. It's past nine o'clock in the morning.
And must these nettles sting my mouth again? Charles said.
Ra began to laugh and said,
Master, we all have to put up with something we don't like.
-I know this, Ra... But I have been taking this treatment for ten years. Both in the morning and in the evening, before going to bed, I have to take my nettle. And, please, can you bring me a wet cloth—the white one hanging next to the bucket outside?
Ra nodded and went after the wet cloth.
Charles got out of bed. He looked at the sun through the window.
Something is not right. Everything around him becomes white except for the floating objects. He floats. He opens his wings and flies to see what is happening. Is it somehow his past or a state of fainting?
A blue-green figure appeared in front of him. It was his enemy, the Dragon Star. He whirled around Charles, uttering the following words:.
You are a bastard! You deserve nothing in life. No one will accept you! You are a problem!
Charles had become small. But these words being of no use to him, he spoke back:
-Not true! I'm not a bastard! I have to deal with life! I deserve it for everything I have! I have friends! You were a coward! You lied to me everywhere! You don't deserve life! You will be dead one day!
The dragon looked at him, grinning. He added the last words.
We'll see each other until then, dear friend.
Charles was shocked until the objects fell to the ground.
Everything around him was colorful. He heard a meow.
- Master... I think you had a conversation with the enemy again, didn't you?
Charles, sitting down on the bed, sighed and said,
- Yes... He said that we would see each other until then.
Until then, what?
-Until I kill him... It's hard to kill this bastard! Dridall has been damned with this epilepsy disease! I am the only doctor who has to deal with these cases! Nobody nothing. This era is dead. No one knows anything except driving nails into people's heads.
But, master, you are a wizard... You can travel in time. Naturally, you are the only doctor he deals with more than the rest of the world.
-Oh... You're right, Ra,... Now give me the cloth so I can take my treatment.
Ra gives him the wet cloth. Charles took the nettle, which had already stung his hand, put it in his mouth, and chewed. His whole mouth stung. After that, he took the cloth and pressed it hard through the stung areas.
Everything returned to normal.
Charles went to his dresser to get his day clothes.
Ra shouted and laughed.
Make sure you don't get your white-white clothes dirty!
Charles frowned and shouted:
-Damn! And did you start? Every day, I have to hear this! At least one day I can't have peace with your poor joke.
The cat stood straight and proud and said,
It's done, Master!
They had served breakfast. After that, they went to the library room, where the barn owl, Biscuts, was. The owl shook its tail as if in a sign of joy.
He took the bird from the cage and put it on his shoulder.
How are you, friend? Good?
The owl stood proudly and played with Charles's fire-colored hair.
Charles laughed and added:
Now I have to go back to the cage because I have to go to Dirdall's palace.
He put the owl back in its cage, took his jacket, and left the house with Ra.
It's beautiful today, without the storm like it was yesterday, but the ground is still wet.
Honestly, the weather will be beautiful today, but tonight, when we are on our way home, there will be another storm.
The Siamese climbed up to his master's shoulder.
They walked until they came across a huge tree that had fallen to the ground.
Ra looked carefully at the tree and said,
You see that there are some scratches on the tree!!
I see them, Ra. You don't have to scream because my head hurts from the sun too much.
The cat, looking at him, lays its ears back and lowers its tail, saying it in a slow, sad tone.
-Oops. I'm sorry, sir.
Charles felt sorry for him immediately after making an observation about Ra. He looked at the cat, huddled in frustration, took him in his arms, stroked him gently, and said,
-Ra... I'm sorry that I behaved like that with you... I'm very dizzy because of the weather today and the con... con...
The conversation you wanted to have Ra interrupted his master.
At that moment, Charles remained thoughtful at the word "conversation," referring to the recent conversation between himself and the Dragon Star.
-Master...? Master! Are you okay? I see you have another epileptic seizure!
Everything goes white again. It's not the Star Dragon; it's an epileptic fit.
Will it be because of the heat and the sun? or something else...?
-Master!! There must be someone in the area to help you! Ra shouted in fright.
Charles could no longer resist standing; he kneeled down with his hands on the ground. A huge headache made him lie down on the floor. He began to tremble so that Ra's back began to arch and the hair on his skin rose from fear, and he began to run and look for help.
But it was too late... He couldn't do anything without help.