Authors' note: I kindof changed the first two chapters a bit.

"P-please." he pleaded, eyes wide with fear, "Wh-who are you?"

She slapped him, "Don't ever try to use magic on me again! Do you hear me??!!"

"I-I'm sorry."

The sound of foot steps startled her, those sounded like palace guards, with a gasp she lowered her knife and ran through the black alleys until she reached the den again. Sighing she crept into her room and slept.

She was struggling to get out, her fur was wet and heavy, a pair of red eyes glowed above her as if daring her to come closer. She had to get out! She would drown if she didn't, but her paws were already slipping, letting her slip down into the fathomless depths of the lake.

Smoothering a scream, she sat up panting. That had been so real, yet now it was so unclear. Paws? Fur? What on earth was that dream about? Shaking her head, she went back to sleep.

The next morning was fine, excitement pounded through her. Today was the day. The one day they had planned for years. They were going to murder the prince. The one who had ordered the killing of all rogues and thieves. Now he was going to pay.

Securing her knives, Shila stood and stode over to the underground cavern, where the meeting was held. Most rogues now only lived in these underground caverns of limestone, since any rogues caught were exicuted.

The gathering was big and almost everyone was there. A voice thundered through the cavern, it's voice echoing against the rock walls.

"Friends! Now the day has come. The day we have planned so carefully the past few years. The prince has slaughtered our friends and family. He has ordered us dead and today will be day we order his death!"

The ground quivered as more than 200 rogues shouted and stamped their agreement.

"Let the plan begin."