"What do you mean I'm not allowed to see him?!" Qian exclaimed, glaring daggers at Mrs Tamod, who was guarding the doors to the Hospital Wing.

"It's against the rules! And you are all still suspects of murder! You will obey me or face disqualification at it's finest! Now leave." The cat ordered,the ferret obeyed sulkily, muttering under his breath.

Jian lay in extreme discomfort. His joints ached and he still had the vile taste in his mouth. But he was better off then the rest of the hospital wing. Lee was still out cold, his whole body limp. Zora was groaning in pain,and trying to roll over into a semi-comfortable position. Han was nowhere to be seen. Zhanshi was sleeping peacefully, her stomach bandaged profusely. He closed his own eyes, and tried to get some sleep.

"Well, Qian doesn't look too strong." A'waan was saying.

"Yeah! I bet Badr can beat him!" Ai said enthusiastically.

"Is that really a good thing, though?" Came Xiao Bao's voice. "I mean I'm still rooting for him, but if he wins he'll have to fight the others,won't he? And so far we have some guy who broke Han's arm, a superfast cat with weird light techniques, a wolf that can basically do anything,a guy who goes feral and an otter who controls water… I mean Badr's not really a…fighter?"

This brought silence to the cats, who stared from one to the other with worry.

"He'll be alright. So far, noone's died, and we can check on Han some time tomorrow. They'll both be fine." Came Qadim's voice.

Ai remembered something her father had said during Han's fight, but didn't bring it up. It wasn't her business to know.

Han had spent the rest of the afternoon potting and watering Saphire's flowers, his cheeks still turned red at the memory of her visit. But something was off about it all,why had she come? Because she's kind. Han thought, watching the flowers. Then he heard the creak of a floorboard from somewhere outside. He lowered his ears and heard a very familiar sound.

"Shuttup Kicks! You'll give us away!" Han heard the hissed whisper. He launched himself under the bed just as the door opened.

Kicks strolled in, the large skunk stomping the ground. He was followed in by a short fox, holding a massive great sword in his paws. He wore no shirt and a pair of bandoilers. His pants, like Kicks were stitched with the patterns of the Kingswood, a gold crown on a black background.

"He's not here!" Chopper the fox growled impatiently.

Kicks sniffed the air. He would have caught Han's scent had the flowers not been positioned right under his nose. "Huh, I can't even smell him…"

Chopper growled. "You idiot! I told you he was in the Hospital Wing." He turned to leave, then spotted Han's axe next to the bed. "Or maybe…"

Han sucked in breath, silently awaiting for him to be discovered. But he wasn't caught just yet.

"He went to take a shit." Chopper chuckled. "He's such a lucky bastard I swear…"

"Well then, we'll just wait for him here." And with that Kicks sat down atop the bed. It creaked loudly in protest to his weight. Chopper curled into a corner.

Han would have gulped… This was not good. He had no way out without revealing himself, and if he did it was two on one and his weapon was out of reach. His escape came, when after twelve minutes of silence Chopper got impatient,and suggested he and Kicks go to the latrines. The door shut and Han scrambled to his feet. He picked up his axe and waited for their footsteps to recede. Han had a few options now. He could warn the other fighters or make a break for it. He chose the former. He just had to get to the dungeons and he would be fine. He had a brief image of Viccori pummeling the Brotherhood, before he opened the door and stepped foot in the dark corridor.

Qian had not gone to bed. He had travelled a short distance to the kitchens, eaten his fill and then gone to visit his brother. He however, had not gotten so far. He had just turned the corner and sighted two members of the Kingswood.

One was Stones, a large pangolin whose plates gleamed silver beneath a cloak of black with golden stitching that made elaborate crowns. The pangolin had cold,grey eyes, that failed to note the ferret watching them.

The other was Drip, who wore the same cloak, and a white mask with red etchings, behind which were two eyes of crimson.

"Where is that infernal wolverine! Did he just disappear?!" Drip was complaining. A huge figure walked right past Qian. He wore the same cloak and robe as the other two, with large hands as big as woks. He towered over the other two,who were already bigger than most leaopards. He wore two masks, one plastered to the back of his head, the other the front. He wore a curious weapon across his back,it looked like a huge sword, but was strangely rounded and not pointy.

"Any luck Arms?" The one called Drip asked.

"Han is not in the kitchens, though someone was recently in there… And left quite a mess." Qian watched the three. He wasn't scared, but knew it was unwise to go in three on one. And they were after Han and in his way to the Hospital Wing. He turned back and changed direction.

For Han this was his worst nightmare come to life. The whole Kingswood were here apparently. And all were looking for him. He had spotted the hooded figure of Silence, along with Howler.

Howler was a freak. He was probably a tall cross between a lynx and a fennec fox. His fur was brown and his ears tipped in fur,but had the length of a desert fox to them and his snout was more pointed. He had two teeth sticking out,one pointing upwards, the other downwards. His tail was long and green, and had a mouth at the end of it. His robe of the Kingswood was ripped open at the chest, revealing two mouths beneath.

They had walked straight past him in the darkness, and he had stood rigid still and pretended to be a statue. He continued onwards through the maze of corridors.

Then he walked into Shengwu.

Footnote: Thus ends part one on the introduction to the Kingswood Brotherhood. So far all of them are VoreLover360's OCs.

Now VoreLover360 has asked me to point out a few things. The Kingswood Brotherhood is open to all characters from all authors, but its agenda works best with villainous characters. Or characters so dumb they don't know what they're doing! However, this story will only take one more OC for this story and that place is reserved for Mind Jack. But the Kingswood are prominent throughout the Stories of Saras, and will be found in numerous upcoming stories. So if you want an OC in just shoot Mr VoreLover a PM.

Aside from that enjoy Qian and Han running around a Palace infested with their enemies.

And update soon.