Prologue
There was a strong scent of fear in the air. The prison camp was surrounded by walls, and badgers guarded every exit. The captured villagers, which consisted of bunnies, pigs, ducks, and sheep, had been kept in this prison for about three weeks. They seemed to have adjusted to the prison, but there was still fear. The fear was so strong, you could feel it yourself, taste it and smell it from a mile away.
There seemed to be no explanation as to why these badgers were pillaging villages, destroying farmlands, and kidnapping villagers. This didn't stop the three shadows from lurking close, and sneaking up to the walls. The three figures leaned up against it, trying to keep their stealth and wits about them, but suddenly, the wooden wall collapsed, and the three friends fell in. That was unintentional, but they were in, and they knew exactly where the prisoners were.
They split up, two of them looking for the prisoners, and one alone to hold off anyone who stands in their way. He was the one who lead this mission, and he decided he would do whatever her could to protect his old friends, and the innocent villagers. His two friends were guiding the captives safely and successfully, but then a tired baby cry alerted the badgers. The leader pulled out his sword. He knew he would have to start fighting. The prisoners started panicking, but the heroes stayed calm. Their plan had worked. As if he planned this ambush, he jumped and started fighting off the badgers. After he and his friends defeated every one of them, he led the way back to the villagers' rightful home.
"Thank you!" A rabbit said, addressing the trio. Now that the sun was rising, the villagers could clearly see their heroes. One was a clouded leopard, who wielded an arrow. One was a wolf, who had used a staff for his fighting. The third, who was their leader, kept his body and face hidden in a silky, violet robe.
"How can we ever repay you?" The rabbit asked.
"We will take nothing from you." The leader replied. "We are content."
"If it's not too much to ask," The rabbit's son walked up to them. "May I see your face?"
"I haven't been showing my face to others." The leader admitted. "I will not show it here."
"Why not?" The young rabbit asked curiously.
"He may not want people to know who he is." The father told his son. "He may be ashamed of past mistakes, but a man's past is his business."
"Thank you for understanding." The leader said. "May your village remain safe."
"Thank you!" The rabbit cheered. Many other villagers joined in, unsure what to make of these mysterious heroes.
Author's note: More editing! Yay! Looking at old writings and drawings makes me gag…it's amazing how much one can learn! Hope you enjoyed! Leave a comment!