~ Ehmery Hunter, Caretaker of Watchman’s Hill (also called Ehm by some)

It was a sunny morning in the village, some clouds wispy, and some clouds like cotton balls, and the world was still. Until this cat came by and decides to sit on a lion statue in the backyard by the flower garden. But, this statue is not just any large lion statue found around in the mysterious and expansive gardens of Watchman’s Hill. (Speaking of which, there were many. To be exact, thirty three of them.) This large lion statue was the one who guarded the flower gardens and also kept them blooming in all seasons- winter, spring, summer, fall. Of course, there were also other guardians, such as the weeping angel statue that protected the graveyards, which you couldn’t blink or look at unless you were the caretaker, meaning me, or my apprentices, Dess and Lian. There was always the stone crow with the wandering eye, but he didn’t do much except caw and creepily stare at the passerby walking on the flowers, and also the cherub that more often than not fired painful stone arrows if you strayed off the path, but back to the cat now. This cat was spotted by Lian while she was watering the flowers and topiaries. (The guardians don’t do that, though they should…) She said that the cat was white and had black markings that resembled flowers, or more specifically, asters. Well, anyway, that’s what Lian said. There was also another aster-shaped marking on the top of the cat’s forehead.