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Thunder, rain lighting. Ten year old Prince Alfred Kirkland laid on his bed shivering. The storming weather was keeping him awake. He heard a crash and instantly, he sprang out of of the bed. Alfred snuck out of his room. He started walking towards his older brothers room. His brother had always comforted him when he was scared. He walked down the dark corridor. Alfred was at the corner of the hall. His brother's room was right down the next hall. Then he heard another crash. Four men in black mask and suits were in the hallway. They had his brother, Matthew in there grip. The men were brown fox hybrids. Brown ear's and brown tails came out of their black suits. Alfred curled up in a corner and hoped no one would see him. His bright yellow fur didn't help hide him. He lowered his ears and held his yellow tail close to him. The group walked into the thrown room. Alex followed them, unsure of what to do. The group tossed the older prince in the middle of the room. He stumbled but made it fine.
Alfred watched from a far. His family was standing in the middle of the room. His mom was hugging his father. His sister was crying, and his older brother was glaring. There was a single fox in the middle. It was their uncle. He had a mischievous grin on his face. He was in a black suit and holding a sliver gun. The sliver gun was pointed at his family. Alfred was stuck in place. He was a statue and he couldn't do anything to help. Then his uncle pulled the trigger, and shot. A loud crack echoed through the room. Then another, and another. He could hear the screams of his family, but he couldn't move. Alfred had closed his eyes. When he opened them, his father was still standing, shocked in the middle. He covered in the red blood of his family. His uncle placed his hand on his fathers shoulder and tossed him to the group of foxes. His uncle held the gun at his fathers head, and a final crack. His father fell to the ground dead. The gun was dropped on to the floor and his uncles stone gaze faltered and vanished. It turned into a look of sorrow. It didn't last long. His uncle's gaze faced him. Cold green eyes found him. Alfred shrieked and ran. He ran out of the castle and away from his uncle. He ran through the rain and thunder. Mud splattered on his white fur. He kept running and running.
Alfred woke up. He was sweating from head to toe. He hated that nightmare. It reminded him about his past and his past wasn't a good one. He didn't have a room mate yet so he had the whole room to himself. There was two beds next to each other. The one he used was rumpled with the soft pillows on the ground. The other laid untouched, neat and clean. He sat up in his bed, then got up. He walked to the dresser in his dorm room. Alex applied orange dye to his usual yellow hair. It took a few minutes. He might be getting faster. His ears, hair and tail were covered in dye. It never really seemed to stick. He put his brown contacts over his blue eyes. Blue eyes were rare in the hybrid world, but people still had them. Alfred knew at least ten people out of the hundred foxes in his grade. He got ready for his first class. Alfred flew out the door of his dorm room. Alfred lived in a dorm room at the school of hybrids, ages ten to twenty. Alfred was fifteen, he arrived here when he was ten. It was right after the indent. Alfred arrived in the middle of the three main building. They all looked the same. Pale brick buildings with clear blue windows. His first class was in the vulpine building. It had a fox on the top. He went into the building and went to find his class room. Suddenly, a loud voice came through the black speakers that hung in the hallways.
"All vulpine report to the second auditorium. All vulpine report to the second auditorium." said the principle. Her blaring loud voice could of been heard from everywhere.
Why would the principle call a random assembly? He had a bad feeling here. A cold shiver went down his back. He turned and started walking to the auditorium. Alfred went out to find the auditorium. Thngs like this were rare. Three of his friends arrived next to him. Feliciano Vargas and Lovino Vargas, the twins appeared next to him. They were identical. Both of them had full bright brown, orange hair. They also had beady black eyes. There tails waged as they jumpped up and down next to him. Honda Kiku, (or Kiku) his other friend was behind him. They exchanged fist bumps. Kiku had dark colored black hair with big brown eyes.
"Hey Alfred! How are you doing?" exclaimed Feliciano Vargas. He was on the right. His name was now Alfred Jones instead of Alfred Kirkland.
"Hey Feliciano! The hero is always good!" exclaimed Alfred
"Do you guys know what this assembly's for?" asked Kiku.
"Nope, i don't care about that bastard. I was just going to eat my tomato." grumbled Lovino with his usual normal grumpy frown. Lovino was on the left. Alfred easily found the large building. It was circular and gray with two brown double doors. It had a glass ceiling, leaving natural sunlight into the building.
They walked to the brown double doors. Many people were pushing in. Weird expressions where on there faces. There were gasps and surprised faces. There group pushed into the packed auditorium. Alfred could see a small piece of familiar yellow fur. Could it be? Is it him? Yellow fur mean royalty, but it could have been his imagination. Their group sat in the middle of the wide room. There were red chairs, and a giant stage in the front. It was covered by people. Alfred stood up to get a better view. People were blocking his way. They cleared for a bit but that was enough. He saw him. It was the hybrid. His jaws opened, stretching to the ground. It was his uncle.
