KC woke the next morning to the sound of the grandfather clock striking six. Out the window, the sky was still dark, and the rest of the house was silent; but there was a tingling in the air that energized her to her very fingertips. She couldn't go back to sleep. Knowing that the rest of the family wouldn't stir for another hour, she slipped her feet out from under the covers, into the cool air, and stepped onto the hard, wooden floor. Though she did her best to be quiet, the floorboards creaked as she quickly dressed herself. She ran a brush through her hair, and slipped on her shoes. She couldn't explain it but something was was calling her, urging her, outside, and she ached to answer!

She put on a jacket and grabbed her bible. No time to grab a glass of milk, she passed through the kitchen and stepped out the back door, into the fresh, cold, early morning. She could see her breath in the crisp air. She walked briskly into the forest surrounding their rustic house.

Though the sunrise was just barely visible above the mountains in a faint, gray glow, and the colors of the forest would have normally gone unnoticed, hidden in the shadows to any other eye; To KC everything seemed alive and wonderful. She didn't know how it happened, but there it all was.

The green leaves rustled in the refreshing breeze as if just waking up themselves. Somewhere a bird greeted her, and as she looked up to find it she was astounded at the barrage of colors surrounding her in the sky. Melding together were indescribable scenes of blues, purples, pinks, and even tints of greens and golds; such colors had never introduced the sunrise before! At least not in her memory. But as she stood transfixed, she actually witnessed the painting deepen, ripen and bloom into a magnificent royal procession: the grand and dramatic entry of the sun. With awe filling her very soul, the only thought that managed to squeeze into her mind was, "Why did I ever want to sleep in and miss this?"

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The cat was telling KC of the spiritual battle warring between rightiousness and evil (for we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers)

KC trembled as she gazed up into Catrinas face, searching it for the truth. She listened to what she was being told, but it seemed mddled somehow; as if it were nothing more than very strange and confusing make believe. The movie playing in the next room didnt help her concentration very much either. Her attention was constantly tugged at by the sounds emitting from it.

Catrina spoke again, "The battle is here and now, KC. Evil is here, now. ...And so are we. We are the weapons God has crafted to fight it. It's why were here."
KC squinted at the floor. "So I've got no say in the matter?"
Catrina smiled kindly. "Your a tool, love. You will be used. Sitting on the fence is not an opption. You can, however, choose which side you will allow to use you." A sense of urgency filled hr voice, "You must choose, KC." Her eyes borred into KC's very soul; like there was a message, which couldn't be expressed in words, that she was trying desperately to get across. KC tried to grasp it, but she felt like she was chasing a greased pig.

A harsh cordfrom the movie shreaked into her ear and she jolted back, heart pounding. She calmed down quickly, but sat listening, staring into space. The cord had... Spoken. She laughed at herself. To think that music could talk! But as she listened, she realized, it had.
"hurry!" She heard, "there's not much time!" The actor, on the screen she couldn't see, expressed her own thought: "I don't even know what Im looking for!"
Then the music changed to add a confident note. "then find it. choose to find it."

Choose to find it? Was that all she was required to do right now? Just choose to choose? Releif sweapt over her as she realized that God had already planned out her course of action. Each step would be just within her abbilities. He would provide all the strength she would need for every new task. Her first assignment was before her.

A strange peace, mixed the cold of apprehension entered her being, ad her eyes felt cool and dry. She glansed, unblinking, from empty space to the floor. Something about it was alive. It had taken on a new demention... what was it? She looked up into the face of her friend, who was watching her intently; almost eagerly. Then, something happened. Catrina's lovely, hazle eyes muddled for just a moment, and cleared into a bright and glorious emerald green. And though she spoke not a word, KC was startled to read in her eyes, "choose you this day whome you will serve" Then all was silent.

After a long, hard gaze, KC unblinkingly and silently answered, "as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Catrina's face beamed with pride and joy as they embrased.

Later that night, while preparing for bed in front of the mirror, KC saw that the face staring back at her contained unblinking, sunset golden eyes. Gone was the plain, borring brown. It had give way to a rich copper color that seemed to extend beyond the surface of her face, and deep into many thoughts. Gawking at her own reflection, she also noticed that the color was... moving. Changing, washing over itself, and shining. It looked to KC, very much like clear, expressive waters. Everything she thought was written plainly in them, without words.

Another thing she found to be different and slightly unnerving, was her lack of a need to blink as often. She rather liked it. She could see so much more now that her eyes stayed open long enough to take it in. Things she never knew she was missing. Everything had taken this new demention. All the colors, though not alive, were speaking to her. They were all suddenly bright, vivid and clear.

She walked back to her room. Clara was seated crosslegged on the bed with several outfits laid out carefully infront of her. She pleaded pitifully when KC walked in, "KC, please help me decide what to wear tomorrow. I want Ritchard to notice me for once."

KC smiled and studdied the outfits. "Well, Clara, it all depends on what you want to say."
"I want to say I love you!"
"But you haven't even said 'hi'"
"Well I was kinda waiting for him to say that."
"I see."
"You know, love at first sight?"
Yeah, I get it. Well, that rules out this sweater. The orange sequins do say look at me, but they also say 'I cant see you.' Honestly, I would go with the blue one. It compiments your eyes, and says, 'peace', 'serenity, 'quiet confidence', 'I care'."
Clara's eyes widened. "Do you really think it says that?"
"Yes, I beleive it does." KC glansed up nervously to see if Clara suspected anything serious in her words, but Clara only sat smiling down at the sweater as she imagined to herself what "Ritchard's" reaction would be. She locked eyes hapily with KC, and KC waited for her to ask what was wrong with her eyes; but she didnt. She only said, "Thanks, sis! Your the best." And bounced off the bed, snatched up her clothes and skipped out of the room.

A low purring sounded from ontop of the bookshelf, and there sat Catrina's lovely, cat-like self. Her green eyes speaking the volumes her cat mouth could not utter in english.
KC stared at her, and then silently asked, "why did I never notice your eyes before?"
"you mean their color? yours aren't so bad either, you know."
"but have we always been like this?"
"yes."
"then why couldnt I see it?"
"simply the choice not to."
"but I never chose the color of my eyes."
"no, you only chose not to see it. by refusing to listen to what God had to say, you were shutting out even His simplest means of comunication, like color. It's not just a delightful accessory of life, its a language."
"what about music? is that a language too?"
"of course. and artist or musician will tell you this, but unfortunately, the rest of the world thinks theyre nuts."
"I see."
"yes, I believe you do."
And with that, the cat gracefully leaped from the bookshelf, to the padded windowseat, and exited out the open window, into the cool, moonlit night.