June 28, 2016-I woke to the sight of Callisto standing over me with a glass of water, the animals had gathered around me and were staring. “What happened?” I asked. “You fainted,” she said. All of the memories came rushing back to me and I felt a sense of dread, I knew that I needed to get to Simba sooner than later and that I needed to help these animals escape from here. “Where is the canine?” I asked, “I need to ask him something.” Callisto motioned for the canine to come to me and he shuffled to the front of the crowd; “How could this happen? How could you all be taken from your families?” I asked.
The canine said in a low voice, “This is a new location…we haven’t always been here. Every animal that was at the old pet hotel has been moved here and their families have been notified that we had run away.” He paused, “Then when our families came looking for us we were moved in the middle of the night to this location…the owners have assumed a new identity and I feel that all hope is lost.” “What is your name brother?” I asked. “Caleb,” he said.
“How many of you have been transported here from the old location?” I asked. Fifteen animals one by one, slowly raised their hands and Callisto looked at me with tear filled eyes, “The rest of us have only been here for five days our families are supposed to come and pick us up in two more days,” she said. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I have a plan…Caleb, where is Simba being held?” “He is being held in different portion of the building all together…they are getting him ready for tonight,” he said as he hung his head. Fear strangled me and my words barely came out as a whisper, “What happens tonight?” I asked. Caleb lifted his head and said, “The Mission…and I fear for you…the Chosen One.”
June 21, 2016-“When shall we meet?” I asked Callisto, she did not answer because Edgardo had left his perch and was headed our way; I could see that she was nervous because her whole body shook as he approached us. “Peasant!” the weird looking dog shouted in my direction…I turned around to see who he was talking to because it sure as hell wasn’t me.
His hair was fashioned into a purple mohawk and he wore a red and white sweater with a hood; I stared at him in amazement and wondered if he knew how ridiculous he looked. “Peasant!” he shouted again but this time he stood inches in front of my face. The look in Callisto’s eyes made me decide not to lunge and attack Edgardo…there was a fear that emanated from her so I proceeded with caution. “No…” I laughed, “My name is Sebastien not Peasant and we haven’t been properly introduced.” I stuck out my hand for him to shake but he spat on the floor in front of me instead. I withdrew my hand and he said, “Your name will be whatever I call you.” Who did this guy think he was? My patience was wearing thin and he was really starting to anger me. “No-maybe you didn’t hear me correctly the first time…My name is Sebastien and I will not answer to anything else,” I said as I threw the polishing rag to the floor. The room went silent and everyone stared.
Fire filled his eyes and I smiled…I had gotten under his skin. The first rule in war is to attack your enemy psychologically-get so far into their head that they can’t concentrate and remember to never show any fear. Battles were won in the mind and I was thankful that my mercenary training had served me well. Edgardo was so close to my face that I could feel his breath on my fur. “So we have a rebel on our hands do we?” he sneered and pushed me, “I have just the job for you…THE CHOSEN ONE!” he shouted as he held out his hands to the side-the other animals were silent and the tension was palpable. I flipped over the table that held thousands of precious jewels and lunged at Edgardo…I had started a riot and the room broke into bedlam.