Thanks to my wonderful and awesome beta, Stella!

Prompt: None

Word Count: 300


Footsteps were heard in the halls of the Western castle as the captain of the guard and his three finest soldiers rushed to find Takeo, bursting into the Eastern wing.

Takeo sat with his mate, Amaya, listening to their agenda for the day as the guards squabbled inside.

Takeo stood abruptly, Amaya following suit and clutching to her mate's arm. "Well? Any news?" Takeo demanded.

"He's been spotted in a village to the east, sire. He's gained the company of a young miko." The captain revealed, crouching to kneel before his Lord.

"A miko? Why is he with a miko?" Amaya asked, feeling a bit confused as to her son's choice of company.

"She has saved his life, sire. But once more, the young master has… fallen into a bit of a predicament." Myoga revealed, looking to his master with a sorrowful expression.

"She saved his life? Why in the world would he need help from a priestess? It's absurd!" Takeo yelled, his fists clenching in anger.

"That's just it, sir, you see… the young lord has been hexed."

"Hexed! My son? He would never fall for something so outrageous!" Amaya scoffed, sitting back down and running a clawed hand through her silken tresses.

"It's true, your majesty. He has been turned into a smaller form of his true form. He can't figure out how to revert back to normal."

"This cannot be happening…" Takeo sighed, sitting in his chair as he leaned his head into the palm of his hand. "Sesshomaru… the son of the Great and Terrible Western Lord… tricked by a witch and turned into a mere puppy?"

"I'm terribly sorry, my lord. Would you like us to retrieve the young sire?" Myoga asked, standing slowly with his head bowed.

"Bring me my son. Also… the priestess."