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Battle for the Dung Part 4

Grabbing as many scientific and magical books he could, Doirn flew into the privacy of his room and immediatly went to work. Throwing off his royal clothes, he poured over everything the books could tell him about the magic and workings of concealment, memorizing everything his great mind could. He had refrained from diving into such books as these before, as he didn't think he would be this desperate. But for something as the Dung, he risk such a venture. Calling out to his servants, he tasked all of them to gather different things: flasks, magical liquads, supplies, and everything else he needed to break free that very night. To any wizard or clever Neopian, it was apparent what Doirn was going to do, but all the seperate servants believed he was just being eccentric as usual, having been locked up in his own castle for so long. As long as they were going to imprison him, they may as well give him what he needed, right? They held onto this logic throughout the day, while Doirn began to laugh with glee when each servant returned. Deep into the night, Doirn mixed together materials, magic liquids and motes in flasks, creating countless magical potions he would need on his journey to find the Dung. Finally, after many hours, he created a Red Scorchio Morphing Potion. Of course, it wasn't a fully functional morphing potion. He was only a prince, and as intelligent as he was, it would take him years of training and more proper materials than he had there. No, this was temporary, and temporary was all he needed in order to fool his guards and escape into the forests and fields of his kingdom, and search for the Dung he craved. Taking a deep breath and crossing his fingers, Doirn drank his days hard worked, hoping it would prove worthwhile. Sure enough, Doirn's skin began to turn Red, and he began to laugh. Quickly putting together a satchel with all his potions and supplies, he snuck out of his room, beginning to walk out of his castle normally when he was a safe distance away. He was eventually stopped by a pair of Skeith guards who said, "You there! What are you doing here in this late hour?" "My apologies," sighed Doirn, doing his part to look the silly and innocent looking commoner. "I had come to visit the storage room this afternoon and fulfill and order from my farm. But I seem to have gotten lost along the way, and been wandering the castle ever since." Sighing, the guards escorted him out and recommended he come back in the morning. Doirn thanked them, and held back his chuckle until he was out of earshot, at which point he began to run and laugh into the night and into the freedom of the world around him.