Flight of the Phoenix
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to the sequel of Rising like a Phoenix! I told you I would post you the first chapter by today and I have kept my word, kind of. I left my handwritten story at work so I won't get it back until tomorrow and then I can post it here after work. Right now this is just a teaser. I need to really be finishing my book but these two just keep swimming around in my mind. So here you are! Here's to many chapters together.
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Jareth stood amongst his men, his anger causing a large storm to rip through the labyrinth, goblins running for fear of their lives from the storm.
"Jareth. She is strong. She will be able to stay safe until we can get to her." Sarketh said softly next to his king. Chance was being subdued by his brother who was demanding he let him go, that he had to go back and get her or to let Jareth kill him. Jareth did not say a word before he was gone in a flash of light and blast of wind. No one responded as they stood in the hall, not sure what the next course of action would be.
Jareth stood in his rooms before calmly going to the far wardrobe and opening the white ivory doors. He looked at his black armor, not having worn it in many years. He gently removed his sword from its stand, slowly taking the blade from the sheath before pressing his thumb against the edge, blood trickling from the wound that it caused. He hadn't touched the blade since the elfin battle yet it still held its taste for blood. He slowly began to put on his armor with a calmness that would send most running for the hills. The time for planning was at an end. He would attack head-on. And he would win.
The Fae King stood from his throne, walking over to the young elf that was laid out on the marble floor of his hall. He knelt down next to her, brushing her blond hair away from her face to take in her features.
"She seems to have something on her face…." He mumbled, running a finger across her cheek. He snapped his fingers, instantly having servants rush to his side, bowing their heads to him.
"Take her to the baths, clean this oil off her face and change her clothes. Make her look like the elf she is, not the slave she is trying to pass as." He said as he stood and walked away, leaving his servants to do what they needed. He made his way to the window that overlooked his kingdom.
"Aquis."
"Here, sire." His adviser said as he stepped forward, bowing.
"I believe we may need to prepare for war."
Aquis's brow furrowed as he looked up at his King.
"I'm sorry Sire? War?"
"Jareth is like a child that had his toy taken. I believe he is going to try and take it back."