Cecil's heart pounded. Desperation surged through him as he closed his eyes and focused on his fox power.
In a flash, his body shrank, fur sprouting across his skin, tail flicking behind him. He felt lighter, faster, almost invisible. He darted toward the nearest window, hoping to escape before anyone could stop him.
What he didn't know was that the priests had already formed their foundation outside.
Sacred circles and runes had been laid across the woods and palace grounds, carefully designed to detect any trace of magical life. Every pulse of his fox energy was being sensed, every movement tracked.
As Cecil sprinted through the forest, the foundation activated. A soft hum filled the air, and invisible threads of energy tightened around him, slowing his movements. His paws scrabbled against the earth as he struggled to break free, panic rising in his chest.
No… no, I can't be caught! he thought, darting left and right, weaving between trees, but the priests' magic was relentless.
Even as he tried to flee, the energy tugged at him, guiding him toward the center of their foundation. Cecil's ears twitched and his body shivered, knowing that this time, escape wouldn't be easy.
The sacred circle outside the palace began to glow brighter.
Inside the foundation, the priests trembled as the energy reacted violently.
"He's moving fast," one priest gasped, struggling to keep his hands steady over the symbol carved into the stone.
"Strengthen the barrier!" another shouted. "Don't let him break through!"
In the forest, Cecil felt it fully now.
An invisible wall slammed into him mid-leap, throwing him back onto the ground. He rolled across the dirt, shifting halfway between fox and human from the shock.
"What—?!" he gasped, trying to stand.
But glowing threads of magic shot up from the ground, circling around him like tightening chains. He tried to channel more of his fox power, golden light flickering around his body as he pushed back.
For a moment, the foundation cracked.
The priests screamed as the circle beneath them trembled violently. "He's resisting!" "Hold it steady!"
Blood began to drip from one priest's nose again as they poured more energy into the formation.
Cecil clawed at the invisible restraints, teeth bared, eyes glowing fiercely. "I won't go back!" he shouted.
But the foundation flared brighter.
With one final surge of magic, the threads tightened and forced him to his knees. His fox ears flickered before disappearing completely as his strength drained.
Back inside the palace hall, one priest opened his eyes suddenly.
"We have him," he whispered hoarsely.
Outside in the forest, Cecil collapsed onto the cold earth, breathing heavily, captured.
And somewhere not far away, footsteps were approaching.
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Meanwhile, inside the Grand Duke's palace, the atmosphere was thick with hostility.
The Crown Duke Prince stood tall, his expression cold and possessive as he faced the Grand Duke.
"I heard," he said slowly, his voice edged with challenge, "that you have something of mine."
The Grand Duke's lips curved slightly, amused rather than intimidated. "Something of yours?" he repeated calmly.
Before either of them could say more, the doors burst open.
One of the Crown Duke Prince's guards rushed in, kneeling quickly.
"Your Highness!" he announced breathlessly. "We caught him." Then silence fell.
The Crown Duke Prince's eyes darkened with satisfaction. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his gaze toward the Grand Duke.
"It seems," he said, a faint, victorious smile forming on his lips, "I've found what I was looking for."
The Grand Duke's expression did not change — but something dangerous flickered in his eyes.
The priests and the guards secured Cecil carefully, binding his weakened body with enchanted restraints before lifting him to his feet. Though exhausted, he still struggled, glaring fiercely at them.
"Take him back to the palace," one of the priests ordered.
Without delay, they escorted Cecil away from Ravenmere, disappearing beyond the gates under heavy guard.
Inside the Grand Duke's hall, the air remained thick with silent hostility.
The Crown Duke Prince watched them leave through the tall windows, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. Then he turned back to the Grand Duke.
"It seems this matter has resolved itself," he said smoothly.
The Grand Duke remained seated, calm and unreadable.
After a brief pause, the Crown Duke Prince gave a shallow bow. "If you'll excuse me."
Without waiting for permission, he turned and strode out of the hall, his cloak sweeping behind him.
The moment he stepped outside, his composed expression darkened.
Cecil was back in his hands, and this time, he would not let him escape again.
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To be continued...