*Xeyla Kanai slips on her royal blue cape as she goes to meet Darkmoon. The midnight wildcat darts out of her dorm and heads for her lord's headquarters. On her way she meets a fellow officer named Tain. His evil ferret eyes glint with the reflection of the torches hanging from the stone walls. "Going to meet Darkmoon also?" he asks Xeyla. "Yes," she answers, "He sent me an order through his private messenger, I wonder what he wants? “If he used his private messenger than it must be important,” the ferret said matter-of-factly. They walked together up the winding staircase leading to Darkmoon’s Throne. The two stopped when they reached a large oak door, trimmed with gold and silver, with Lord Darkmoon’s name carved delicately into its center. Xeyla knocked three times and stood back. A small weasel opened the door. “Who asks for Lord Darkmoon?” the weasel asked in a high, shrill voice. “Xeyla Kanai, First Lieutenant of the Storm Chaser, and,” the wildcat stopped to let her friend finish. “Tain Spearflight, Captain of the Waveblade,” he finished. The weasel scuttled back into his Lord’s chamber to deliver the two beasts’ names. A few minutes later he returned with Darkmoon’s answers. “Lord Darkmoon has ordered Xeyla Kanai to enter first,” he squeaked, “You, Spearflight, shall wait here until they are done.” He disappeared into the chamber, with Xeyla close on is heels. Lord Darkmoon was a large, evil fox. He wore a long blue cloak and black leather sword belt. On his head was a golden crown adorned with large jewels like diamonds, sapphires, and rubies. His eyes stared deep into Xeyla’s, cold and unimpressionable, but the midnight cat own eyes did not waver, they themselves looked back with the same coldness. “Xeyla Kanai. You have shown exceptional and honorary work for me the past time that you have been with me,” he stated, “You came to me as a wanderer looking for a place to stay, and ended up as a First Lieutenant in less than a month. I have decided to raise your rank to Admiral of the Fleet. You are now second in rank along another who is leader of the Infantry. As the highest ranking officer in the Fleet, I will expect more of you than normal, can you handle it?” “Yes my Lord,” Xeyla replied respectfully, “I will serve just as I have in the past, but better. I thank you for my promotion.” “Do not thank me,” Darkmoon laughed, “Thank the fool I last picked as Admiral- he went off and got himself slain but some idiot from his own ship. But don’t worry, I had the betrayer slain.” “I will be sure to watch my back,” the wildcat promised, “I plan to stay Admiral as long as you need me.” “Good,” he answered, “Now I need to speak with the other one, Tain Spearflight I think his name was. Send him in on you way out.” He dismissed her with a nod, and she stepped out of Darkmoon’s throne, speaking to Tain on the way out. “Your turn,” she smiled, “I hope you get as lucky as I was.” Xeyla then descended down the winding staircase, and didn’t stop until she reached her own dorm. She then packed her few belongings and made her way to her new room- on the Admiral’s hall. *