{Prologue} The young furry looked down at the ocean below, enjoying the company of her newfound friends as they watched the sun set under the watery horizon. "What could have caused Xina to react that way towards you?" The fifteen year-old girl to her left asked. "I don't know..." The young furry replied, tendering her wounded side. "It kinda changes you, watching someone get dragged away by the police. Especially when you're almost unconscious." "She deserved it. She shouldn't have attacked you like that for who you are." "We are seen as a disease to society that needs to be burned out, a plague." "But we know different, we know that you deserve the same rights as everyone else." The furry rubbed her side. "Heh. Yeah, I guess."