Running in Circles - The Great Elven Chase & Momma Clayra's Wrath

I. The Great Elven Escape (Which Lasted 5 Minutes)

Inside the Elven Palace of Ygra...

Ahmed ran for his life.

💨 Dashing through hallways, his tiny feet pounding against the polished marble floors.

💨 Dodging suspiciously beautiful elves who stared at him like he was a rare gemstone.

💨 Screaming like a maniac as adrenaline surged through his veins.

Behind him? A squad of elves chasing him like hungry wolves, their voices echoing through the corridors.

"HE'S GETTING AWAY! CATCH THE LITTLE ONE!"

Ahmed turned his head for one second—BIG MISTAKE.

A tall, muscular elf loomed right behind him, reaching out like a predator closing in on its prey. Ahmed's soul jumped out of his body.

"AAAAH YA SYSTEM! HELP ME, YA LATIF!" Ahmed shrieked, pleading for divine intervention—or at least some mercy from the omnipresent AI tormenting him.

[SYSTEM: Running detected! Escape Success Rate: 0%.]

Ahmed gritted his teeth, his frustration boiling over into pure, unfiltered Tunisian rage. He stopped mid-stride, spinning around to glare at the ceiling.

"WALLAHI NTIYA YA SYSTEM, RIJLIK MA TBA9ACH, NSIR HAYT, WNAZEL 3LIK BI CHAKOUCH!"

[TRANSLATION: WALLAHI SYSTEM, MAY YOU LOSE YOUR LEGS, HIT A WALL, AND GET SMASHED WITH A HAMMER!]

[SYSTEM: Wow, such beautiful poetry. 🥰]

Ahmed almost exploded. His eye twitched violently as he resumed running, muttering curses under his breath. "You're dead, System. Dead."

But before he could take another step—

✨ POOF! ✨

Something changed.

II. The Ultimate Betrayal – System Makes It Worse (Again)

[SYSTEM: New Passive Activated – Cuteness Increase! 🎀]

[Host's Run Speed Decreased! 😘]

Ahmed suddenly felt his legs weaken. His body felt lighter, almost weightless. He glanced at his reflection in a passing mirror—and nearly died.

His fluffy hair bounced with every step, defying gravity like a cloud. His glowing eyes sparkled like a lost puppy searching for its owner. His tiny pout made him look like a rich young master who had just lost his favorite candy.

Ahmed's rage hit max level. "SYSTEM, YOU PIECE OF—"

💥 THUD! 💥

An elf tackled him from behind, pinning him to the ground.

"GOT YOU!" the elf declared triumphantly, tightening his grip on Ahmed's arms.

Ahmed struggled. He screamed. He flailed like a fish on land. But it was too late. The chase was over.

[SYSTEM: Mission Failed! Time for the next phase of your suffering. 🤭]

Ahmed's soul wept silently as he was dragged back toward his gilded prison. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

III. Meanwhile... Momma Clayra Enters War Mode

📍 In the Polariga Kingdom, inside Duchess Clayra's mansion...

Clayra sat elegantly in her private chambers, sipping tea and enjoying the tranquility of the evening. Everything was peaceful. Everything was elegant.

Until—

💨 BOOM!

A frantic maid burst into the room, her face pale and her hands trembling. "L-Lady Clayra! News from the Elven Kingdom...!"

Clayra raised an eyebrow, setting her teacup down gently. "...Go on."

The maid swallowed nervously, clearly intimidated by Clayra's piercing gaze. "Ahmed... has been kidnapped."

☕ CRACK. ☕

The teacup shattered in Clayra's hand, shards scattering across the table. The room fell into a dead silence. The maid began sweating profusely, unsure whether she should flee or stay.

Clayra slowly stood up, her movements graceful yet deliberate. Her face remained calm, her lips curled into a serene smile—but the pressure in the air grew suffocating.

🔥 A dark aura surrounded her. 🔥

Her elegant smile lingered, but her golden eyes burned with fury. Pure, unrelenting fury.

"Oh?" she murmured softly, her voice laced with danger. "They think they can steal my little one?"

She cracked her knuckles, each pop reverberating like thunder in the silent room. "How cute."

Then, without hesitation, she snapped her fingers. "Prepare the carriages. Gather the knights. Inform the Emperor."

She turned to her strongest maid, Liza, whose stoic expression betrayed no emotion. "We're going to Ygra."

Liza nodded curtly. "Shall we go peacefully, my lady?"

Clayra smiled—a chilling, predatory smile that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

🔥 Her aura grew darker. 🔥

"No," she replied sweetly, her voice dripping with menace. "Tonight... we burn the Elven Kingdom to the ground."

IV. Back in Ygra – Ahmed's Suffering Continues

Ahmed was locked inside a golden cage, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "What kind of medieval zoo is this?!" he shouted, glaring at the bars surrounding him.

Tima, the Elven Lurker, leaned casually against a nearby pillar, grinning wickedly. "You should be grateful. We gave you a royal prison."

Ahmed glared at her, his fists clenched tightly. "I hope a chicken attacks you in your sleep."

Tima laughed, thoroughly amused by his defiance. "You're hilarious. I think I'll keep you forever."

Ahmed froze, his heart sinking into his stomach. His soul collapsed under the weight of her words. "I WANT MY MOMMA!"

[SYSTEM: Don't worry! Your other Momma is already coming! 🔥]

Ahmed blinked, momentarily confused. "...Wait. What do you mean?"

Before the System could respond—

BOOM.

💥 THE PALACE DOORS EXPLODED. 💥

Smoke filled the air, obscuring the entrance. The temperature dropped, and the atmosphere became heavy with tension. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward, her presence commanding absolute attention.

A calm, feminine voice echoed through the halls. "My, my. What a lovely place you have here."

Ahmed's heart stopped. Tima's smirk disappeared. The other elves trembled visibly.

From the smoke emerged a woman dressed in the finest royal attire. Her golden hair flowed like a river of light, cascading down her back. Her crimson eyes gleamed like molten fire, promising destruction to anyone foolish enough to cross her path.

She smiled gently, though the malice in her gaze was unmistakable. "I heard you kidnapped my dear son."

🔥 MOMMA CLAYRA HAS ARRIVED. 🔥

Tima stared, her confidence crumbling beneath Clayra's overwhelming aura. "...Oh. Sh*t."

[SYSTEM: LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN. 😈]

Ahmed grabbed the bars of his cage, his eyes wide with a mixture of joy, relief, and terror for his kidnappers. And then, in pure desperation, he screamed:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA MOMMA HELP ME!!!"

V. The Battle Begins

Clayra strode into the palace like a queen reclaiming her throne. Every step she took radiated authority, her crimson gown trailing behind her like a banner of war. The elves scrambled to form a defensive line, but their efforts were futile against the sheer force of Clayra's presence.

"My, my," Clayra cooed, tilting her head slightly as if admiring the décor. "Such a lovely palace. It would be a shame if anything... untoward were to happen to it."

Tima stepped forward, attempting to maintain her composure despite the palpable fear coursing through her veins. "Duchess Clayra, surely we can resolve this peacefully. Your son is safe—"

Clayra's smile widened, her golden eyes narrowing dangerously. "Safe?" she repeated, her voice deceptively soft. "You call locking him in a cage 'safe'? How thoughtful of you."

Without warning, Clayra raised a hand, and the air crackled with energy. Flames erupted around her, swirling like a fiery storm. The elves gasped, backing away instinctively.

"This ends now," Clayra declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.

VI. The Aftermath of Chaos

What followed was nothing short of chaos. Clayra unleashed her full power, reducing the once-pristine palace to rubble. Elves fled in all directions, screaming in terror as flames consumed everything in their path. Tima tried to fight back, but even her elven magic was no match for Clayra's wrath.

Amidst the destruction, Liza calmly approached Ahmed's cage, effortlessly breaking the lock with a single flick of her wrist. "Young master," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around them. "Are you injured?"

Ahmed shook his head, still in shock. "N-No... I'm fine..."

Liza nodded, grabbing his arm and pulling him to safety. "Come. My lady will handle the rest."

As they retreated to a safe distance, Ahmed watched in awe as Clayra decimated the remaining resistance. When the dust settled, the palace lay in ruins, and Tima stood defeated, kneeling before Clayra like a broken doll.

"You dare kidnap my son?" Clayra asked, her voice cold and unforgiving. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Tima trembled, unable to meet Clayra's gaze. "P-Please... spare me..."

Clayra smirked, leaning down to whisper in Tima's ear. "Consider this a lesson. Never mess with a mother's child."

With that, Clayra turned on her heel, striding toward Ahmed with open arms. "Darling, are you alright?"

Ahmed hesitated for a moment, then launched himself into her embrace, tears streaming down his face. "Momma... I thought I'd never see you again..."

Clayra hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head. "Never again, my sweet prince. Never again."

VII. Reflections of a Reluctant Hostage

Later that night, as the group traveled back to the Polariga Kingdom, Ahmed sat quietly in the carriage, staring out the window. The events of the day replayed in his mind—the escape attempt, the betrayal by the System, and finally, Clayra's dramatic rescue.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why does this always happen to me?"

Liza, seated across from him, raised an eyebrow. "Because you attract trouble like honey attracts bees."

Ahmed groaned, slumping back against the seat. "I don't ask for this! I just want to live a normal life!"

Clayra chuckled softly, patting his head. "Normal is boring, darling. Besides, you thrive in chaos."

"Do I look like I'm thriving?!" Ahmed snapped, gesturing wildly to his disheveled appearance. "I'm a walking disaster magnet!"

Clayra smiled knowingly, pulling him closer. "Yes, but you're my walking disaster magnet."

Ahmed opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, realizing there was no point. Deep down, he knew she was right. No matter how much he complained, Clayra—and even Liza—had become a strange sort of family to him.

Still, he vowed to fight back. Someday, somehow, he'd find a way to reclaim control over his life. Until then, all he could do was endure.

VIII. Preparing for What's Next

Back at the mansion, Clayra insisted on throwing a grand celebration to mark Ahmed's safe return. Musicians played soft melodies in the background, chefs prepared elaborate feasts, and servants bustled about, ensuring everything was perfect.

Ahmed, however, wanted none of it. He retreated to his chambers, collapsing onto his bed with a groan. "I need a vacation," he muttered, burying his face in a pillow.

[SYSTEM: HOST IS EXHAUSTED. RECOMMENDATION: TAKE A NAP.]

"SHUT UP, SYSTEM!" Ahmed yelled, throwing the nearest object—a plush pillow—at the ceiling. "YOU'RE THE REASON I NEED A VACATION!"

[SYSTEM: REMINDER: HOST'S CUTENESS LEVEL IS PERMANENTLY INCREASED. ENJOY YOUR NEW STATUS AS A LIVING TEDDY BEAR.]

Ahmed groaned louder, curling into a fetal position. "This is torture."

Despite his protests, Clayra eventually coaxed him out of his room, insisting he join the festivities. Reluctantly, Ahmed complied, allowing himself to be paraded around like a prized trophy. Though he hated the attention, he couldn't deny the warmth he felt from those around him.

Perhaps, he thought bitterly, this wasn't entirely terrible. Perhaps, in its own twisted way, this bizarre world had become... home.

Epilogue: The Night Ygra Trembled

The elves soon learned a very important lesson that day.

Never.

EVER.

Mess with a noble lady's cute little son.

Because if you do—

🔥 YOU WON'T HAVE A KINGDOM LEFT BY THE NEXT MORNING. 🔥

And so, Ahmed's journey continued, marked by endless chaos, relentless trolling, and the unwavering love of those who called him family.

End of Chapter