Welcome one and all to my first fanfic, Rose of the Night. Thank you for dropping by. I hope you find the story (or what there is of it currently) enjoyable.

My returning readers are probably looking at this and thinking, "Wait, this is different then when I last looked at it." That is completely correct. I have totally changed the prologue to reflect a new plotline. Well, more like the revamp of an old one. Unfortunately, it is still short. I assure you, they do get longer as the story goes on.

Note: As of October 13, 2012, all revisions to currently exisitng ROTN chapters have been completed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim possible, Disney does. I do own any OCs unless otherwise stated.

Night had fallen over Castle Rodighan. The wind howled eerily through the towers and battlements, ruffling the brown hair of the figure clad in red martial arts gear who stood on the parapet overlooking the entrance to the castle. He gazed off into the distance, watching the faintly visible storm clouds to the west.

"What is on your mind, Cecil?" a similarly-clothed woman asked as she climbed up beside him, smoothing her platinum blonde hair.

The man's blue eyes met her gray ones. "It's far too quiet around here. I don't like it."

"I understand. The Knights have been inactive lately, which doesn't bode well."

Cecil tugged on his shoulder-length ponytail. "The king has ordered me to keep a close eye on them tonight. He must know something that he's not telling us."

"Am I to infer that you think he doesn't trust us?"

"Now what makes you think I would be inferring something like that, my dear Desra?" he replied sarcastically.

"Who knows what you'd say? That silly brain of yours hasn't been been that bright since you buried it under that stupid hairdo. You know, if you darken the hair a bit and soften your features, you become a carbon copy of the king's daughter." Cecil already did have something of a girlish look to his features, and the hair only made it more obvious.

"I do not see what that has to do with speaking ill of our 'wise and kind' monarch. And my appearance has been useful before when the king had me act as a decoy."

Desra well remembered the day assassins had attempted to kill the princess. She had been tasked with escorting the the king's daughter to safety,... only to discover that she was guarding Cecil in disguise. The only thing freakier than him in a dress was the fact that he actually made a convincing girl, even down to the voice.

"Then it's a good thing you are wimpy and skinny like her, or you never would have passed."

Cecil cocked an eyebrow at the obvious insult to him and the girl he not-so-secretly admired. He smoothed his rankled feelings by chalking it up to jealousy. Before he had time to come up with a suitable comeback, a man in the bulky armor of the Knights of Rodighan came clattering up.

"Sir," he gasped, "His Majesty told to me deliver this to you." He presented Cecil with the heavy roll of parchment characteristic of royal decrees.

Cecil took it hesitantly. Normally the king was too wary of the Knights enough to use them as his errand boys. Cecil and the Dragons of Rodighan had been ordered to supervise the rebellious group whenever they were entrusted with anything of the least importance. He peeled away the royal seal and stared at the curls and loops that formed a disturbing message.

A traitor from among the Knights has revealed that they are planning to overthrow the king, even as this is being written. I hereby decree that they be eliminated. The men of the royal guard are hunting down the trio of leaders in the cellars. Your followers are to take those on the battlements and in the courtyard. Kill all of them, including the one in front of you.

Cecil glanced at Desra. "It's an order from the crown itself," he murmured. "The Knights of Rodighan are to die tonight. Give the prearranged signal."

Desra nodded and clambered down to the courtyard. Cecil drew his katana before facing to the Knight.

"Did the king mention that you were to be rewarded?"

The knight nodded. "He said you would take care of it."

Cecil smiled grimly. "Yes, I will."

The man's eyes widened. "Wait,... no. What about the—"

With a quick flick of his wrist, Cecil drove his sword into the man's chest. He wrenched it out and kicked the corpse to the courtyard below. Moments later, three sets of three horn blasts echoed over the dreary castle. Cecil watched shadowy figures begin their bloody tasks all over the battlements, illuminated by the first flashes of lightning over head. As the impending storm broke, Cecil's mind fell upon a thought gloomier than the current state of the weather.

Where the Dragons next?

I hope you enjoyed the prologue and I hope you keep reading. ;) Leave a review if you want. They are greatly appreciated.