In the first world, the world called shat-a-quay, there was much light. The elders said the ancient ones told of how this first world, this shat-a-quay, was pink and green and filled with light. But there was war. An ancient war between the cats and the birds that waged ceaselessly.The cats ran wild, up and down and all over the world. They had a freedom and a stealth that allowed them to do as they pleased. And how they hated the birds and envied them their secret palace called ave-ee-air-ee. "One day, a great clawed avenger will appear and we will win the war," they growled to one another, cleaning claw and cleaning paw. "A great clawed avenger," they all hissed together.
The birds flew high and above, lighting on this place or that place to find peace in their ancient way. "One day," they whistled to each other on the wind, "a great winged avenger will come and we will win the war." And how they hated the cats envied their freedom and their stealth.
But the war raged on, never ending. The cats would gain ground, fighting back the birds and taking a nest of little eggs here and there. Then the birds would win for a while, pecking the cats upon the head until the were driven slowly insane, more insane than they were. There was never a winner, never a loser. Just more of the same war and the same growling and the same whistling.
Then one morning, as the birds set upon a branch whistling to each other, they heard a strange rustling through the tree. Too loud and awkward to be a cat, they turned with curiosity to see a young woman with eyes as big as dinner plates and hair as golden yellow as the sun emerge, flowers in hand. She looked from one to the other, eye to eye, and then spoke quietly, "I am the one of legend, the avenger who was predicted. I avenge your foolish pride and your stupid war by bringing the peace." The birds stopped whispering and stood perfectly still listening to every word she spoke to them. "I am the peace maker, the love bringer...." she sang over and over again as she disappeared back into the woods. The birds did not know what to think or what to whisper to one another. They just looked, one to another with astonishment.
Later that same day, as the cats sat cleaning their claws and growling to one another on the floor of the first world, in that place called stat-a-quay, they heard a rustling. Looking up and expecting to be pecked upon the heads by the birds, they saw nothing. But as they returned to their claw cleaning and their gruff growling, a figure emerged from the woods. She had on a dress as blue as the sky and danced towards them in perfect pirouette with little white toe shoes gleaming in the sun. They stared, mouths agape and tongues akimbo. "I am the one of legend, the avenger who was predicted. I avenge your silly war and your fighting ways by bringing the peace." The cats could not respond. "I am the peace maker, the love bringer...." she sang over and over again as she danced back into the woods.
That evening, the queen of the birds, the most beautiful of them all of them with green and yellow feathers, found herself alone in the woods and landed in a clearing where she would normally have felt much fear. But she felt none. "I feel no fear of those cats," she whistled to herself.
At the same moment, the queen of the cats, the most elegant of them all with fur of the purest white, emerged on the other side of the clearing and spying the queen of the birds, purred to herself, "I feel no fear of those birds."
At the same moment they heard the song from earlier, "I am the peace maker....I am the love bringer....I am the peace maker..." and turned to see the young girl dancing into the center of the clearing. She came to a full stop, extended flowers to each of them and spoke in a voice filled to the brim with finality, "I am the peace maker. I am the love bringer. I am Heidi-Anna."
And so it was that peace came to the first world, the place called shat-a-quay and the war between the cats and the birds was no more.