Disclaimer: I do not own All Hail King Julien or any of its characters. I do own Emily, Patch, Weasel, Lilian, Elizabeth, and the fossa with names, and the idea for this story

As Lilian and Weasel wandered through the jungle, the sun set completely and the moon came out, leaving the island looking dark and forbidden. By this time Lilian would be asleep. She has never been out past sunset before. Nearby she heard something which made her jump and she hid behind Weasel.

The orange-and-black lemur looked down at her. "It was just a bird," he assured her.

Lilian relaxed for a moment before jumping again. "What was that?"

"A frog."

This time they heard a noise that made both of them jump and huddle together. "That sounded like a… fossa," Weasel whispered nervously.

"Help!" someone screamed.

"And that's King Julien!" Lilian exclaimed.

"Come on!" Weasel took off toward the noise with Lilian right behind him, but when they got closer, they slipped behind a tree. Peeking out, they saw fossa standing between Julien and the lemurs' side of the island. Emily was with him, hiding behind the king and visibly shaking. Patch was also there, but he didn't seem as scared as the others.

"What do we do?" Lilian said loudly. Weasel covered her mouth and hissed in her ear," Shh."

They fell silent and watched as the fossa stalked closer to the lemurs. "King Julien, what are we going to do?" Emily begged her king, looking up at him with pleading eyes, clearly expecting him to come up with a plan.

Julien looked around. "Run!" He tried to make a break for it, but a fossa blocked his path. He doubled back, only to run into yet another fossa. Seeming to give up on his running away plan, he retreated back to Emily and his brother.

Emily glared at the king, upset with him for attempting to run off like a coward and leave her to face the fossa without him. Julien lowered his gaze and shifted his feet, his expression revealing his guilt.

One of the fossa turned to Patch. "Good job, Elliot. You did well. Mac will be pleased."

Patch dipped his head. "Thank you, Sander."

Lilian saw Weasel narrow his eyes. "I knew we couldn't trust him," he growled, tearing leaves off a nearby bush in his anger.

Julien gasped. "Patch! You're working for the fossa?"

"I told you, my name's not Patch!" the king's brother snapped at him. "And I'm working with them. Now that we have the king, we can return for the rest of the lemurs." An unsettling smile crossed Patch's muzzle.

"W-What are you going to d-do with us?" Emily stammered.

Patch's grin grew bigger. "You'll see."

The fossa named Sander growled, interrupting the lemurs' conversation. "Enough talk! Simon! Nate!" Two fossa stepped forward. "Grab the king and that female lemur."

"My name is Emily!" the ringtail told Sander.

The fossa rolled his eyes. "I don't care. Simon? Nate?" The two fossa nodded to Sander and snatched up the lemurs by the scruff.

"Hey! Let me go!" Julien demanded, struggling in the fossa's jaws to get free. "I commend you to let me down right now!"

The fossa didn't listen to him of course and started retreating back to the predator side of the island. Patch brought up the rear. Lilian watched them go. Terrified, she started backing up, but she froze when she stepped on a twig. Patch snapped back around, his gaze landing on their hiding place. Weasel grabbed Lilian's arm and yanked her down.

Neither of them dared breathe. Patch took a step toward their tree, but a growl sounded up ahead. "Elliot! Come on!"

"Coming!" Patch stayed there for a moment longer before chasing after his fossa friends.

Weasel let out a sigh of relief. "That was close!"

"Sorry," Lilian murmured, frowning.

"Don't worry about it. Now come on," Weasel added, heading back to the center of the kingdom with Lilian right behind him. "We must tell Maurice about this."

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Snoring kept Mort up. He glanced around nervously at the fossa pack, then looked at the fossa that was guarding him so that he wouldn't run away while the rest of its friends slept.

Mort noticed with rising hope that the fossa was struggling to stay awake. It sat there, its eyes slowly closing as its head bobbed. A couple of times it jerked back awake, but finally it gave into the nagging call of sleep. It crouched down, placing its head on its paws, and its snores told Mort that it was fast asleep.

Now's your chance! a voice said in his head, and another one added, Get back to King Julien and the feet!

Soundlessly, he started sneaking away. He was stepping over a sleeping fossa when a yowl split through the air. At once the whole pack was awake and the fossa Mort had been climbing over turned on him, showing its teeth.

Mort laughed nervously. "Hey."

Instantly, the fossa had him pinned down. "Don't move," it growled at him.

Mort was about to respond when a dark figure appeared at the top of the cliff, looking down at the pack. It was a fossa. Mort recognized him as Sander, who was there with Patch when he discovered that the king's brother was plotting with the fossa. Two more stepped up beside him, creatures hanging from their jaws. Mort gasped.

"King Julien!"

He noticed Emily too, but his focus was on Julien. He struggled beneath the fossa. It was to no avail. Its grip tightened on him.

Sander jumped down the rocks, landing neatly in front of the gathering pack. The fossa holding Mort picked him up by the scruff and padded over there to hear just as the rest of Sander's patrol joined him. Mort also recognized Simon, the fossa that didn't speak in full sentences like his friends.

"We have the king!" Sander announced. Cheers greeted his words, and Simon threw Julien in the middle of the pack. Mort braced himself for a bloody scene as the fossa tore the ringtail apart, but to his surprise none of them moved. They kept their eyes on Sander.

For the first time Mort noticed Patch standing beside Sander. He looked satisfied with himself. Mort narrowed his eyes. What does he have planned? the mouse lemur wondered.

A fossa stepped forward. Mac. "Now we shall return for the rest of the lemurs!" he said, and the pack growled in agreement. "Simon, Damon, Adain, Soren, and Heath," Mac went on," stay here and guard our prisoners. The rest of you, come with me."

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