Chapter One: Planning, Scheming little rabbit.
The wind stung his ears with its cold bite, the snow wet his bottom as he sat down atop the hill. He was meditating atop a hill that overlooked the village below, Inner peace…Inner peace…focus on the world and look deep inside it. He could hear the wind whistling around him, and the faint sounds of people working down in the village. His mind searched usually made plots and schemes against the retired Crocodile leader that had put himself as the almighty lord of Wang. Almighty lord Nigh had taken all the treasures the city had to offer, he had enslaved many to work for his personal projects. He had built his own fortress in the middle of the city, destroying many shops and homes to make it. He was a cruel and evil person; and he lived to see others bow down before him. But this Rabbit was done scheming, for the plan was already in place. He waited until the church bell rang 12 times, time to get to work he thought to himself as if it was his usual job to bring about the downfall of powerful Bandit Lords. That would be so cool if I could do that, but I can't, at least not with this cursed body. But I shall do what I can, for that's all we can ever do. He stood up and shook the snow from his shoulders, he knew he had to get moving before he became too cold. For life was just a giant survival situation to him, he had to watch where he walked, what he ate, and had to stay away from people if he suspected that they were sick. It was very hard to do anything, just getting up in the morning was very tough for him. Luckily he had made friends that respected him and his ability to disrupt Nigh's rule over the city, they helped him in his everyday tasks that he found almost impossible.
He stood there shivered; he didn't realize that it was so cold. Now I really have to get moving. He took a deep breath of the cold air, and started to make his way down the hill. As he made his way down the hill, he had to watch for patches of ice and sharp rocks. He had to stop multiple times to rewarm his feet and hands, why is it always so cold here? He reached the bottom of the hill, and walked towards the unnaturally quiet city. You're time has come Nigh, this is the day that your downfall begins. The people are ready to revolt, they are ready to retake their city, and they will do what is necessary to get rid of you and your gang. The time has come.
He reached the city's wall, and looked around to see if anyone was looking. Clear left….clear right… He whistled the password to the top of the wall, where there was always somebody keeping watch. A rope silently dropped down like a snake, he climbed onto the rope and stood on the bottom knot. He whistled once again, and the rope slowly made its way up. He reached the top of the wall, he let go of the rope and pulled himself up. "Is the plan still good?" He looked up to see one of his fellow comrades Bisby, who was a stout fellow with a yearning for a good fight. "yeah, the plan is all good. We attack as soon as the alarm goes off; make sure that all the guards have taken the strongest alcohol that we have. That should level the playing ground." He surveyed the city, the guards were doing their regular patrol of mayhem. Everyone's lights were out, except for Nigh's palace. "You had better be going, Naomi is waiting for you." Bisby pointed towards a house near the main gate, "Ha-ha, I don't want to keep the old lady waiting do I?" They both laughed at Naomi's impatience: she was known for spanking people as they entered her house late. He patted Bisby's back, and Bisby's face lit up with pride. "Good luck inside there!" He told Rabbit as he left, rabbit returned a smile and left.
"Ouch! Stop it! There's no need to do this! Ghah!" Rabbit struggled as he tried to get away from the old sheep's viscous spankings, twisting to avoid blow after blow. She landed a couple very accurate his on his bottom, but Naomi finally stopped and stood there staring at him. "Now you're just freaking me out." He muttered as he rubbed his bruised bottom, I probably won't be able to sit comfortably for another week… "You know the rule!" She threatened him with the pizza paddle with each word, "You. Don't. Keep. Me. WAITING!" She stopped the rant and looked at him with a serious face, which he found odd that a sheep could have. They stared at each other for another couple of seconds, they suddenly burst of laughing. "Oh ho ho, that was funny!" She pointed her bony finger at him while holding her stomach, "You should have seen your face! You were so scared!" He fell to the floor, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face, "You old sheep! I wasn't even late!" He stood up, red faced and trying to wipe his eyes. "I know, that's why its so funny!" They finally stopped laughing and sat down at the dining room table, it was serious now. She took out a string bag and put it in front of him, "Here's all you need, just as you requested. Be careful with those needles, the poisons they carry pack a punch." He took out the needles that she was talking about, he inspected them. They were made of a type of iron; it was just a thin piece of iron that was sharpened to a point. A thin piece of silk covered the point, protecting the poison until it needed to be used. He looked into the bag and took out another pouch, he opened it to find twenty throwing stars. "Those were just made and sharpened…. I do hope that you will not need to use them." "Yeah, I hope so too." He took out the final object out of the bag, a glass vial that held a black liquid, he frowned as he looked at it. It almost looks like… "That right there is the most powerful poison I could come up with, it took me a full month to get it just right…DO NOT WASTE THAT." He tucked it into his pocket as he heeded her warning. "I do not intend to waste this; I intend to use it to its maximal intention." He stood up and shook the old goat's hands, which he had to reach up to do. "Stay safe, stay smart and stay strong young rabbit" he thanked her for everything she had done. She merely sat in her chair and looked out the window, waiting for the chaos that would eventually erupt. He walked out of her house just as the clock struck six, the sun was just setting, and it would be dark within minutes.
Hey Nigh, here I come.