Damon realized all of a sudden that he was on all fours. Also, his eyesight was strangely slanted. This was because his eyes were now on the sides of his face, not the front of his face. Bewildered, Damon tried to scream but it was not at all a normal sound that came out of his mouth. Just a deep throaty sound. He took a few steps and saw that he could only take steps on hooves. He looked at himself and saw he had white fur and long slender legs. He was a sort of equine. And he could move his ears with sort of flaps and a long neck. And he could also move a little tail behind his rump. What witchcraft had befell him?
"Oh, what a pleasant surprise," said a man, stepping out of the woods.
Damon stared at the man with a greying beard and a long cloak, which brushed the ground. He was wearing big boots and outdoor clothes as well.
"I wanted to transform you into a deer, but thanks to your royal lineage you are in effect a white deer. A surprise but not altogether illogical. An interesting effect," pondered the sorcerer.
He then snapped his fingers and a bridle floated out of the sorcerer's bag and wrapped itself on the muzzle of Damon. Poor Damon found he could struggle a little but when the sorcerer led him away he felt himself forced to follow him.
"This bridle is enchanted. You have no choice but to follow me meekly," smirked the evil man. "I'll put you in my stables and I'll get the rest of your crew. Plenty of transformations for them."
He laughed and Damon could only feel sorry for himself and his friends. The sorcerer took him to his large stone house and left him attached into a stable. He then left, leaving the former prince very much worried and unhappy.