From the branches of a tall tree, the catture searched for the target. Looking down to the little tent, the catture realized the invasion had begun. It had to move fast. A high pitched yell broke the peace and silence of the night: "Aaaaaaayayay!" The catture jumped with agility and elegance to the ground, charged its staff and casted a special spell that let it control the young man. There was another young man being controlled, though. Both of the controlled men started fighting. The catture was tense. The spell required energy and concentration. The fight took longer than the catture expected.
One of the men managed to break free and started slaying the toys. Not all of them, certain ones were left untouched. A flash of green light flooded that corner of the forest. The catture's control spell broke. There was a third party, then. It was getting crowded.
After the flash, the catture realized all controlling spells stopped. Behind the tent, the young man stood breathing deeply in the middle of a pile of inert toys. The other man was laying on the floor drooling. No magic around anymore. It was over. The catture retreated to the shadows again.
To be continued...
