Alright then, another chapter. First, a warning (and not about content). My computer decided to eat up and spit out Microsoft Word, so I've been reduced to used WordPad. The frustration is great for many reason, but a main one being spellcheck. Nooo spellcheck. I've tried to be VERY VERY careful, but I'm only human on my good days.

Second, a big THANK YOU to lounging-pixie for leaving a comment, you is now on my A List :D

Hope everyone likes dialog, cause there's a little bit in this one!

oh yeah... the Labyrinth and Jareth are definately not mine, don't sue me, I'm already in debt.

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Teagan's disorientation didn't last long. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, but she now registered that she was sitting on a cold hard floor, her hands braced against a stone wall. Her closet wasn't stone. And she had fallen further than her closet would have let her. She opened her eyes, and turned.

There was no one around. She was in a strange hall, with what looked like large gilded mirrors lining one wall. But the mirrors were... different somehow. They seemed darker than they should have. Looking further down the hall, she saw mirrors that seemed to be lit up, but they all appeared to be going out. And straight ahead of her she could see the stone wall through a gilded frame with a few jagged pieces still clinging on. Mirror shards were all around her on the floor, tiny flecks sparkled up at her from her arms. She shook her hair out, softly brushed her skin clean, and climbed to her feet.

The corridor was eerie, beyond the fact that it was not the closet she had expected to land in. She listened for voices, footsteps, breathing, wind. Nothing. She was alone. The urge to yell out suddenly became incredible, but she resisted. 'It's obviously empty, what's the point.'

She turned in the direction she'd seen the illuminated mirrors, and began walking. She kept a slow and steady pace, listening for any other steps, anyone who might be around. Anyone who might be following her. 'Paranoid...' But the thought sent chills. Someone obviously tried to kidnap her... but... since she didn't know where she was, did that mean they succeeded? She didn't think that much time had passed from when she was thrown to when she opened her eyes. Had she been taken? That would mean someone would be trying to find her. Someone she didn't want finding her.

She started jogging down the hall. She didn't see any doors or an ending to the hallway, and if someone were to be looking for her, they'd probably know a lot better than she the ins and outs of where she was. 'They might be here already.' She was running. She tried to keep her breathing controlled, tried to keep herself calm, but she couldn't help feeling vulnerable. Like she was right in the middle of something very bad. She was almost at a sprint now, goosebumps down her arms and breathing heavily. Out of the corner of her eye, something about the space between the mirrors suddenly seemed wrong. She jumped to a stop and hopped backward, staring at the stones. She compared the gaps to the right and left to the one directly in front of her. She couldn't explain it, it looked like everything else, but it was wrong, She tilted her head, trying to concentrate, but her gaze slipped oddly over the stones. She reached forward, and her hands found a sloping surface. The higher she reached, the more level, the lower she reached and the wall would gently bend inward. A crawl space.

She heard something down the hall. It sounded like it was miles away, so far away she couldn't even decide what it was, but it meant someone else was there too. Help wasn't even a hope in her mind, and panic took over. She quickly got to her knees and crawled into the small tunnel. It turned for a long time until she felt it begin to decline. There were no lights of any kind here, but the tunnel itself seemed to radiate a dull light, just enough to see a few feet. She scrambled forward, hoping no one else found her escape route as well. The walls were so close to her that her breathing sounded magnified in her ears. She tried to slow it to a soft inhale, prayed no one heard, even held her breathe. It was starting to become too much. She didn't know who she was running from, where she was running to, how she would get there, what she would achieve by going there, and then she still didn't know where there was. The walls all around her felt stifling, and it kept at the steady decent, and her breathing was driving her mad.

The tunnel opened suddenly into a vast chamber. Or... she thought it was a chamber. The walls here didn't radiate any light, if there were even walls. Everything was simply black, except for the solitary ladder in the middle of it all. It went up into the black nothing. She glanced back down the small tunnel, tried to squint hard enough to see the walls of the room. 'No other choice.' She climbed.

'I don't understand,' she thought as she rose higher from the ground. 'What the hell is going on? What's with this weird place? Is this someone's idea of a joke? Or some psycho who gets off from landing people in the middle of some crazy wonderland? Who the hell was that guy?'

"Find Jareth."

Her brow furrowed. 'I heard him wrong.' Her arms and legs were starting to stiffen. 'First I have to crawl to the center of the Earth, then climb into outer space. At least it's a good bet that no one will follow.' She smiled nervously to herself, listening more intently to any possible sounds of pursuit. Her hands gripped the bars, securing her to the ladder as she went higher. She kept her eyes up, looking for an end. After a long while, she stopped with her face mere inches from a stone ceiling. 'You're kidding...'

She looked down and around but found nothing besides empty space and the stones above her. She reached up, disbelieving the stones were really there, but the cold surface assured her. She could feel tears of frustration and fear welling up, and her throat filled with that awful tightness. She stared at the stones, her hand flat against them, and pushed in defiant disbelief. The stone gave way so easily she almost lost her balance. 'It was that... easy?'

She pushed the large stone aside and climbed through the small space opened to her. Another tunnel to crawl through, but she could see the end, and she sighed with relief. As she replaced the stone, she suddenly felt slightly off-kilter. She moved forward the few feet to another wall, and gave a small push, but she couldn't shake the feeling. It felt like her equilibrium was off, or she'd suddenly had a rush of blood to the brain, very dizzy and disorienting. The stone fell inward, and she put her head out to see... the ground perpendicular to her. 'What? Is this right?'

On her hands and knees still, her head the only part outside now, she was looking straight forward at the ground completely vertical to her position. Not only that, she looked in all other directions to find nothing. She was sitting somewhere that didn't exist. Her stomach lurched, and she pulled her head back in taking deep breaths with closed eyes. 'Alright... it's okay... hell, this whole place is unreal. None of it should logically exist... so why not a door out of nowhere...' She turned her feet to the hole, and inched forward till the gravity of one place became more powerful than the gravity of the last, and she fell out, landing crumpled on the ground. Quickly recovering, she back against the nearest wall, looking to see if anyone was around, then looked up. Nothing was there. She gave herself a small laugh. 'I've finally lost it.' And she began walking.


Inside the castle, there were no sounds of small feet scurrying about. No lazy goblins, sitting around and babbling to each other. No sounds of celebration, rowdy interactions, childish antics, laughter, or satisfied sighs. The air in the castle was now thick, the dark places in corners seemed larger somehow, the emptiness was acute. But that did not mean that the castle was empty, or that there were no more sounds. Clicking of boots, marching determinedly down the hall, slowed to turn and enter a room. The throne room. Even though people were now in it, it still felt lifeless and deserted.

"Lord Shandar, the castle has been successfully purged of all former inhabitants," one tall man said as the small group entered. The man with black hair and sharp features payed little attention. He was looking around the room, examining it with a sneer. "We were able to round up a large part of the population of the Labyrinth right away from the square earlier."

"'A large part' does not mean all of them. How much longer before the rest are found?" Shandar ran a finger down the arm of the throne. When an answer was not immediately provided, he turned and fixed the man with a stare. "How long, Collis?"

"It is hard to determine, sir."

"Why should that be? Is it that difficult to deal with a few powerless creatures?"

"Sir, it is not the creatures themselves that pose the problem-"

"Then what is the problem?" Shandar cut in, crossing the room towards the man reporting.

"We don't know how many there are, sir. We've searched for records, but none seem to exist. As well as the fact that... we are unfamiliar with the surroundings. Hiding places, secret ways and the such are hard to discover, let alone follow."

"Have you considered a map?" asked one of the men who had escorted Shandar into the room.

"We'd gladly use one, if you could find one," the man replied sardonically.

"Well then, perhaps the maps are goblins themselves, and in one of those 'wonderous' hiding places you seem to find so hard to discern. Have you even checked a desk or drawers?" the escort scoffed.

"That is enough! There are no maps, they'd be useless before the ink could dry." The first man smirked at the glaring escort. Shandar tapped the tip of his nose, concentrating. "Be that as it may, the goblins must be found and dealt with. You and your men will simply have to search more vigorously since there will be no shortcuts provided."

"And are we to take them captive?"

"Deal with them as you find them. Captives could prove useful. But they only need be alive and able to speak," Shandar smirked. He was now walking about the room again, approaching a strange clock. Looking into his reflection in the glass, he realized Collis had not left. "Is there something else?"

"...Yes, sir," he hesitated. Shandar turned, curious. "During the examination of the castle we managed to find... a strange sort of hallway..."

"There are plenty to be had, I assure you."

"Yes, sir, but this one was rather well hidden. It took us some time to discover it, and we found something slightly bizarre."

Shandar's brow began to draw down. "What?"

"It was filled with looking-glasses. After travelling the hallway for some time, we found one broken, but it had been broken outward."

"Are you suggesting something entered?"

"Through the mirror, that is what I believe, sir."

Shandar was silent for a few minutes as he paced. "I'll think on this. In the meantime, continue with your searching, and if you happen across anything strange... perhaps I should say 'out of place', report it to me."

"As you command, Lord Shandar."

The man bowed low, and left. Shandar still appeared to be thinking about the mirror, and possible intruder. 'I need to know what it is, I cannot risk mistakes.' He turned to the men that had accompanied him through the castle and waved their dismissal before leaving the throne room at a determined pace. He travelled quickly through the halls, until he found where he was going. 'Jareth's chambers... no, my chambers.' He closed the door behind him and walked to the window, watching the army he had brought with him scouring the town as the sun began it's descent from the sky. He knew that there were more searching further out into the Labyrinth.

"It will not be swift," came a voice behind him. He waited for the shock to fade from his face before turning to his visitor.

"Qristoff."

"Shandar." The man voice was flat and direct. He was not speaking down, or hiding anything. He never did. He stood poised; perfect stance clasping his hands behind his back, his champagne blonde hair hanging down to partially conceal his aquatic eyes, but always kept short enough to not be considered overly frivilous.

"Lord Shandar, now," he corrected, smirking.

"Not quite yet."

Shandar flexed the hand at his side, but managed to appear otherwise calm and collected. "If you were anyone else, Qristoff, I might take that as a challenge."

Qristoff didn't move, or make an attempt to confirm or deny the accusation. 'How aggravating his reserve is.' Shandar sighed visibly, and took a seat next to the large fireplace.

"Of course, I know you better than that. You must forgive my rudeness, I have had much on my mind in this recent past. Do sit with me," he said silkily, motioning to the chair opposite him. Qristoff glided forward and took the seat offered, his composure never faultering, right down to his strong posture. Shandar was smirking again. "And I am sure you are right. The purging of the Labyrinth will be a great effort. Do you know of any records concerning population of the Labyrinth, by chance?"

"There are none."

"But you have told me Jareth has extensive information about his kingdom and the inhabitants."

"He does, but never put that information to parchment."

"Well... that is rather annoying. But now that Jareth is out of the way, we may take our time."

Qristoff watched, seeming to think this through before retorting. "Jareth is not out of the way."

Shandar quirked his head. "Beg your pardon? Then whom is it that we are holding?"

"Jareth."

Shandar's mouth thinned. "You know something."

"Yes."

"Then tell me."

"Ask me what you want to know."

"Why is Jareth not out of the way?"

"Jareth is connected to the Labyrinth. That is how he can rule it."

"How do I break the connection?"

"You cannot."

"Then how is it broken?"

"Jareth must relinquish control, at which time you would need to establish your own connection."

"So if he were to die, would that-"

"You cannot kill him."

Shandar barked a laugh. "Why is that?"

"The connection is protection for himself, as well as for the Labyrinth. He must volunteerily give up control before another can take over, as well as before he can die."

"But we have him cut off from anything. Does this have no effect?"

"It... should cause a reaction."

"Of what kind?"

"I am not sure."

Shandar leaned back in his chair. "Then we will have to make him want to surrender control. No easy feat... So, Qristoff, while we are disclosing information, is there anything else I should know?"

"Yes."

"Yes..? Go on," he prompted.

"Ask me what you want to know," the fair man repeated.

Shandar's hands clasped hard on the arms of his chair as he forced himself against the high back. "This would all be so much easier if you were to openly support me."

"I cannot."

Raking his hand through his black hair, Shandar groaned. "Do explain it again, my mind faulters when I'm so exasperated. I understand that Jareth is your cousin. I understand it would be frowned upon-"

"Shandar, Jareth is a member of my family. Years ago, I obtained my own rule. I had to go through quite a trial to secure that, and I do not desire to abandon it for this. In my family, it is not looked down upon to contrive against or take something from another relation, as long as it is kept within the family. The family as a whole still benefits, despite the quarrelling between the individual families that remains. In helping you, an outsider, I would have brought down the situation of those with whom I have an everlasting connection. By standing apart, I retain honor within my family, and gain personally through being allied with the new ruler of the Labyrinth. I stand by my decision. I will not actively side with you nor him. I will not aid you, but I will inform you. The difference being, I cannot offer you information, but I can answer any questions you may have."

Shandar massaged his temples. "I still only half understand how your family has not killed one another up till now."

"Patience."

Shandar gave a tired smile, leaning his chin on his hand. "Yes, I suppose you must have a great deal of patience to have been nurtured with such inner edicts." His gaze lost some of it's mirth for a split second. "There is still one thing I fail to understand. If there are such rules within your family, so much bylaw to keep power there in, why would you ever welcome friends and allies that side against your relations? How am I to believe your heart is not behind your cousin?"

"'One cannot choose their family members'."

Shandar smiled broadly, satisfied again. "'But one has a choice in friends.' You are a good friend to have then, Qristoff. Well now... what to ask..." He looked at his cool and collected guest, tapping his finger to his lips. "Alright, do you know of the hallway filled with mirrors?"

"I do."

"What is it for?"

"It is Jareth's way of monitoring humans. He has a special team of goblins that are stationed there at all times, watching those that have the potential... and are likely to wish properly. The humans are watched through reflections."

"Is that where the humans enter into the Labyrinth?"

"No."

"Is it possible for one of the humans to notice these goblins on the other side of their reflections?"

"No."

Shandar twirls a lock of his hair as he thought quietly. "How do humans enter into the Labyrinth?"

"They must wish properly. When this occurs, Jareth will usually collect them himself."

"And he would use his magic to bring them in, yes..." Shandar muttered to himself, leaning his elbows onto his knees. "Could a human wish themselves into the Labyrinth now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"A true wish creates the bridge between one world and another, but there must be someone from the other side to complete it. That is how it works with the human world, since there is no physical magic there."

"Can goblins do magic?"

"No."

Shandar studied Qristoff's face. 'There's something more...' His guest sat silently, keeping eye contact. "Is there any way Jareth could have brought someone in after the invasion began? A kind of defense mechanism..?"

"No. Someone with magic must aid a human in entry."

"...Is... Is it possible to bring someone into the Labyrinth without them having wished it?"

Qristoff tilted his head slightly for the first time. "Yes."

'This is what you wanted me to ask, I'm getting somewhere now.' Shandar leaned in further. "Did Jareth ever do this?"

"No."

"Did anyone wish themselves here just before the invasion?"

"No."

"Are there any humans in the Labyrinth right now?"

Qristoff almost smiled. "Yes."

Shandar slumped back in his chair. 'I knew it, that's all it could have been...' he thought for a moment. "If Jareth did not bring them in, and his little minions cannot do magic, then who brought in a human?"

"Someone else."

"Well that's hardly helpful, Qristoff," the darker man rolled his eyes. "Then there is at least one from my numbers that I have chosen poorly in trusting..."

"So it would seem."

Shandar sat up suddenly. "Qristoff... is there any way you would be able to find who was brought in?"

"I cannot help you in-"

"I know you cannot help me in openly vanquishing your cousin and all of that, but this has nothing to do with that. It would be... a favor, to a friend... I know your magic ability is far beyond mine, far beyond most in fact. Is there no way?"

Qristoff sat for a long time thinking, before looking up again. "Would you show me where they are meant to have entered from?"

"At once, I shall have Collis summoned to show the way.

"I should not be seen-"

"Of course not, you may wear my own cloak," Shandar assured, immediately jumping to his feet to retrieve the garment.

In a matter of minutes, they were travelling through the castle corridors, Collis leading the way well ahead of Shandar and his shrouded guest. They were brought down to the door of the hallway they'd been looking for.

"It is quite a ways down, but there are no turns to lose your way," Collis assured them, bowing low as the lords walked past.

"Very good, you may carry on with your duties now," Shandar casually replied.

The pair walked down the neverending hallway, keeping a brisk pace, until they found the shattered mirror they were looking for. Qristoff knelt next to the shards on the ground, studied their position, looked at the frame on the wall, then back to the broken pieces. He held his hand up over the glass, let it hover low. Then he picked up a single shard and held it close to his face.

"Well?" asked Shandar.

Qristoff glanced over his shoulder.

"Are you able to find who came through?"

"Do you mean their identity or their location?"

"Either."

"Both, to a degree."

"Then tell me! Who came through?"

Qristoff stayed in his crouching position, appearing to try and puzzle something out of the broken glass. He held his hand out once more, focusing. The shards began to shift, sliding closer together like magnets, a dull glow beginning to shine until they formed a ragged looking-glass there on the ground. Inside, the image of a young girl, wearing layers of shirts, slightly baggy khaki pants, and strange shoes. Her auburn hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and she looked confused and worried, keeping close to the wall as she walked through the bronze light of the fading sun. The two men stood next to the looking-glass, watching the image walk aimlessly.

"Who is she?" Shandar muttered to himself.

"Jareth's 'little secret'."

Shandar's head shot up in surprise. "What? You know who she is?"

"Yes, she is his hobby. How he passes time. He watches her when he is alone."

"Her? Is she human?"

"Yes."

"And he simply watches her... for what reason?"

Qristoff's face remained calm, and his voice as steady as ever. "Because he is obsessed with her."

Shandar looked startled. "How do you know that?"

"Goblins talk."

He looked back to the girl. 'She is nothing special from what I can see. Less that pretty even. She's too pale. She has circles under her eyes. Her hair would be tolerable if it were cleaner. She's filthy, look how the dirt simply clings. Our kind are beautiful beyond compare... why spend your time watching some repulsive little wretch... And humans are so shortlived, far too frail.' The more he looked at the girl, the more she offended him. His lip unconsciously began to curl. 'Her posture is absolutely deplorable. She can barely keep from stepping on her own feet. She is clumsy. She is crude. She is nothing to one of us. She is nothing to-'

In his mind came a flash of flowing jet black hair, soft flawless skin, large silver eyes...

"Where is she?" he asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"I do not know. She could be any number of places."

"You cannot use this thing to find her location?"

"This mirror was last set to follow her through reflections. Being that she physically entered through it, she left a physical trace of herself with it. It is no longer following her in reflections, it is following her in the Labyrinth."

"It does me no good to see where she is and still not know the location." He began to circle the glowing shards, his finger pressed to his lips again. Suddenly, he paused, looking forward into nothing. His eyes began to glow delightedly, as the corners of his mouth turned up.

"This will follow her through the Labyrinth?"

"Yes."

Shandar bent down next to the glass, both his hands stretched over the image of the girl, and closed his eyes. The broken pieces began twitching again, but he kept his eyes shut, his brow creased with concentration. Qristoff watched in silence as the shards began to melt into each other, taking on a look of a small puddle of light. It began to swirl, and climb up into the air until it became a spinning sphere, suspended in midair. The surface began to harden, from a rippled liquid back to smooth glass. Shandar opened his eyes and plucked the orb from the air, smiling at it. He held it out to Qristoff, looking satisfied, and wiping the beginning of sweat from his brow.

"Looks a great deal like one of Jareth's crystals, do you not agree?"

Qristoff quirked his head slightly to one side and nodded.


Jareth sat in complete darkness. The stones beneath him felt cold against his naked skin. His head pounded, but his body screamed. He had already attempted to use his magic, but nothing seemed to work. He did not feel sedated anymore, so he knew whatever drug had began this was not the cause now. And so, he sat against a wall, waiting for his next 'visitor' to come and induce another bout of pain.

Faces flooded into his memory. His goblins looking to him, imploring him, heartbreaking expressions... he had never seen a goblin cry before. 'It shouldn't be possible. There should never be reason for them to cry. I meant to protect them...' He tried not to think of what they would surely go through. 'I must escape. Staying here is not an option, I have no choice but to break free.'

A door appeared in the black that surrounded him. Light poured through the opening, blinding him, as a figure stepped forward. Jareth didn't make a move, looking through the light to the shadow approaching, seeming unconcerned. The door remained open, giving the visitor the visibility he needed. The figure stopped directly in the middle of the cell, and looked around.

"Do you care for your new dwelling, your Majesty?" came the taunting voice. Jareth didn't respond. "Well perhaps you would feel a little more flattered if you heard that a number of us spent an extraordinary amount of time making sure it was just right for you."

Jareth didn't have to see the smirk to know it was there. He had seen it a number of times before. 'So when he enters, the door will stay open...' Jareth silently plotted.

"I imagine you have already found the special feature we included, just for you." He felt the walls. "A sort of neutralizing enchantment, in case you were wondering. Took quite a while to puzzle it out, but once we had it within our ability to perform, we knew it would make the perfect present for you. I imagine you have already tried it out?" He was circling closer to Jareth. "In case you have not, let me explain it to you. No magic can be done in this room. We all know far too well that in terms of magical ability, you are one of the most powerful beings that is said to exist. We could not have you simply wiping away all our hard work."

'You'd be the fool I know you are to underestimate me physically as well,' Jareth thought, staring forward.

A short laugh echoed off the walls. "What? No witty remarks? No snide comments? No gratitude for such thoughtfulness on our part?" Shandar stepped closer. "Do you know... I am quite enjoying myself, Jareth. Your little goblins? What a joke... they're vile. Obviously creations of a warped and sad mind. You are pathetic."

Shandar's hand shot across Jareth's face, making a loud -crack-. Jareth did not react. "What is the matter? Can you not defend yourself? -Crack- Do you think you are above retaliation? Think you are better than resorting to physical quarrels?" -Crack- "Or do you accept how weak you are?" -CRACK- And Jareth licked the blood from his freshly split lip. Shandar shook his head. "How far you have fallen, Goblin King."

Jareth smirked inwardly. 'Still the same. Don't react and he is infuriated. Ever the simpleton, Shandar. All I need do is stay calm to retaliate.'

Shandar leaned forward, his lips almost touching Jareth's ear.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" he whispered. "Can you guess? I'm sure you can imagine... you and I... we used to be so similar..." He gently grazed Jareth's swollen cheek with his fingers. "We used to have such fun... we were schooled together. But you changed." Shandar took Jareth's face in a hard grip and slammed his head back against the wall. "You used to be beautiful. You were admired. Revered. People still speak of you as if you were some god... Not anymore Jareth. You will blind people with your radiance no more. We will expose you for the fake you are. The worthless, powerless, arrogant, spoiled worm. You have always had it easy. Always! But you... you are worse than filth! There are no words for what you are..."

Shandar dug his nails into Jareth's skin until he saw the blood begin to pool around his fingertips. Giving Jareth's head a final shove against the rough stone, he stood and glided back across the floor. Jareth looked up at the retreating form. 'That wasn't so back.' But Shandar stopped again.

"Oh do not think me completely heartless," he called back. He turned to the battered man on the floor, and gave an unsettling smile. "Here, I have brought you a present."

From beneath the folds of his coat, he produced a glowing orb. Jareth, caught off-guard, couldn't stop his eyes from widening in surprise when he saw the image the orb held. Shandar smiled maliciously.

"Yes... I believe you know her..." he said nonchalant. He stepped closer to Jareth again, and put on a mock expression of shock. "But did you know... that she's here? Indeed! How unfortunate for her... that her visit should be during such a tumultuous time." Shandar had now put on an exaggerated face of pity. "But here, I thought you may want some company in your lonely room. After all, you might be afraid of the dark..." His face became a cold stare again.

"I know that you love to watch her... so here." He placed the orb in the center of the chamber and walked back to the open door. "Watch her. Watch her wonder aimlessly through your Labyrinth. Watch her waste away, lost and alone, never knowing why she is here. Watch her lose what sanity she may have. Watch her die, Jareth. Watch her die, in your Labyrinth, at my hands."

Shandar closed the door, and the blackness returned to Jareth's cell, except for the light from the ball. Jareth stare at the glowing sphere, disbelieving what he had heard. 'She's... no, no it's impossible. How could she... how would he know...' He scrambled forward and seized the glass ball in his hand. There she was, walking alone, looking this way and that, taking turns and visibly trying to puzzle out a direction to follow. Jareth's hand squeezed, as an anger began to climb through him. He threw the orb against a wall, but it ricoched off, making a delicate -tink- sound as it bounced on the ground. Jareth grabbed what was left of his mutilated hair in frustration, and ground his teeth. After several minutes, he slumped to the ground, sighing to himself. A few feet from him lay the glowing ball.

Finally, he reached out and retrieved the orb, leaned back against a wall, and watched the image of a confused girl travelling alone through an impossible maze.

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