Chapter 33

King Lancelot

A forest of pine trees stood tall and proud, their needles whispering in the wind. In the center of the clearing, a circle of foxes stood, their tails waving gently. In the very center of the circle, a throne sat, carved from the finest wood. On the throne, an ancient fox rested, his eyes closed in repose. The other foxes stood guard, their ears alert for any sign of danger. The scene was peaceful, yet there was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if something momentous was about to happen.

“We seek the child, my king. We'll bring him to you as soon as we find him.” My messenger bowed in reverence. I stood up from my throne with much difficulty, and transformed into my original form. A fox with a long fiery tail. My gaze is focused on the horizon, where the sun is setting in a blaze of glory. I am old, and my time on this earth is drawing to a close. But I am a fox, and I know that when one life ends, another begins. I am content with what I have achieved, an