Warning: This chapter contains decriptions of sexual assult. Not overly decriptive, but if you are disturbed by even the slightest mention of rape, or are a minor we ask you please don't read.

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Fear:

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A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs,
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? Leda and the Swan By W.B. Yeats.

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A tall hooded figure watched safely hidden away within the shadows. The girl had gotten herself into quite a bit of trouble. To speak with the Sphinx was a very stupid thing indeed. He smiled; if he just stayed quiet his job would be taken care of for him. But, he thought to himself, what was the fun in that? Should he be denied the pleasure of this woman?
"Cherish, the answer is that you cherish those you adore." He stepped out of the shadows, the hood of his cloak still covering his head. Both Casey and the Sphinx looked around in surprise. The cat's tense muscles eased up, she padded gently in a circle and peered at the man.

"Correct." Her purr-like tone rung out and she nodded her head to the cloaked figure. "Very well done, noble sir." She looked at Casey and licked her human lips. "Thou art lucky, today, child." With a bit of a glare, the cat-woman looked once more to the man who had spoken.

"Cherish?" Casey said, sinking to her knees, weak with relief. "Oh God, I would never have gotten that... Thank you."

"Reveal yourself," the sphinx demanded, squinting intelligently at the dark shadows hiding the man's face.

"No. I know the laws of your riddles. I have no need to reveal who I am. Leave and only then shall disclose my name." The man took a step closer, each footstep a warning to the beast. She may be larger but he had more power is one word then she could hope in her entire body. The Sphinx shrunk back on her hindquarters, scattering the terra beneath her as she frenziedly backed away. She had the lower hand in the situation, she knew it. All the same, she hissed at him indignantly.

"I live here, sir. You cannot force me off my home." The man laughed as he approached closer.

"Think not? I can and have every right! Do not push me beast, I do not take too kindly to it." He lifted his hand revealing a small ball of light forming in his palm. The normally formidable creature suddenly looked rather like a mouse, cowering in a hole from her foe. Her eyes flicked to the ball, as did Casey's, and they both stepped back from the man, though in different directions. The sphinx did not need telling twice however. She spun and bolted away, a sour look on her face as her powerful quarters worked beneath her. The light fluttered up from the man's hand to shower the small enclosure with sparkled dust.

"Now I do believe I have made a promise." He lowered his hood and gazed at Casey. His green eyes were bright beneath his smooth red hair.

"I am Lord Murtagh, it is a pleasure to meet you Lady...?" He made a bow and smirked as he looked her over while his face was concealed behind his hair. Casey watched him carefully, she was frowning.

"I'm... Casey, just Casey... my Lord?" She scratched the side of her nose subconsciously, very aware suddenly of how she was dressed, still in her bright blue and yellow racing silks and jockey boots. In fact, she realized, her riding crop still hung from her wrist as well, more out of habit than anything.
He looks a bit like Ian, she thought, relaxing a little.
"Thanks again, for helping me." She smiled weakly. "Cherish... I never would have..." She trailed off quietly.

"Not to worry, My Lady Casey, most new to the Labyrinth would not have figured it out. I only know because I have heard the same damn riddle for the past five hundred years. Stupid beast is getting boring in her old age. King Jareth should have had her put out of her misery long ago." He smiled and nodded to he crop at her hip. It looked very much like what Jareth carried, damn that Gate Keeper. She picked the perfect match for that bastard.

"What strange attire My Lady, what kingdom have you traveled from?" Best play the ignorant with this one.

"Uh, Louisville... Kentucky." Her voice was barely a mutter. "I was at work... This isn't what I normally wear. D-did you say five hundred years?" she asked blankly, staring at him.

"Louisville-Kentucky, hm. I have never heard of the Kingdom. In the deeper southern realms I suppose, there are so many sub-kingdoms there it is hard for the Council to keep track of them all." He smiled and walked a bit closer.

"And don't look so surprised. I'm seven hundred years young, I'm still three hundred years from my millennium mark. And what about you, my dear Lady? You couldn't be past three hundred, a child to me." He laughed inwardly knowing how a mortal would take this. Casey's jaw dropped. The man standing before her was practically an antique to her, and yet he didn't look over 40.

"No... I'm 20... years old." She blinked. How could this be? Lord Murtagh must have seen so many things in his lifetime... The colonization of the Americas, even. And every single war the public school system had ever bothered to teach her about. How was that possible?
Noticing him step towards her, she took a few steps back, but in her hurry, she tripped over the stone the sphinx had unearthed earlier and stumbled. She caught her balance easily, but also twisted her ankle. She winced.

"Oh dear child, here let me take a look at that." He walked closer and kneeled before her.

"You are no more than a baby, twenty years old. I must say, that's younger than my youngest living descendant. Moira is sixty years old, the baby of the family. And she is persistent in staying that way, she refuses to marry no matter how many times her great-great-grandmother finds her a suitable suitor." He laughed and wiped his hand off on his cloak. Casey shivered slightly, knowing his eyes were on her legs and tried desperately to back away again.

"But... how do you live for so long? When do you get old?" Murtagh rolled his eyes and reached out for her foot.

"Hold still will you? I can't very well heal your ankle if you are trotting off like some spooked horse." He ran his hands along her leg a surge of energy flowing through him into her.

"Now as for the age issue, we don't get old. At least we don't think we get old. It's the problem with being immortal, or at least mostly immortal. True immortality would mean that you could slice me to bits and spread me all over the Underground and I would still be alive. No I guess you could say we are semi-immortal. It's complicated, to say the least. The oldest known living being of our kind would be the Southern Gate Keeper. She is so old, no one dares to calculate her age for fear of running out of numbers." He set back on his heels and looked over his handy work.

"Wow... That's old. I mean, well... Back home, we start getting old at about 50, usually, I guess..." She shook her head, her leg still tensed slightly from his contact. She tenderly stepped on her foot and exhaled deeply.
"That's better... What did you do?" Lord Murtagh stood and removed his cloak and handed it to Casey.

"My Lady you must know? Do not your people have use of the ancient power?" He looked at her confused though he was smiling wildly inwardly. He was like a cat on the hunt, playing with his prey. Though when he pounced, his victory and spoils would be much more enjoyable. He would slowly devour his pound of flesh of her.

"Ancient power?" Casey frowned, shifting uncomfortably under his cloak. "No... We don't have any powers. We're just... human, normal humans..." Murtagh raised a brow and set his hands on his hips.

"A mortal? Well by the Gates, we get few mortals here." He laughed slightly unable to completely cover his own lie. He wondered what she would think to know that in the past four years mortal girls came everyday, and before her, Jareth had to deal with two right after the other.

"Well I must say only the Keepers know how you could have gotten here. Well then I guess I should maybe be your guide." He held out his hand and smiled with full knowledge that once he gained her trust he would gain her. He wondered, just how did she taste?

Casey peered down at his hand and hesitated. Could she trust this man? He seemed polite, kind, but she was in a strange place where nothing was like what she knew. At long last, she rested her hand gently over her, shivering at his touch.

"I need to get to there," she said quickly, pointing to the castle. "Do you know the way?" Murtagh smirked as he closed his hand around hers. Such soft skin.

"That I do My Lady. Come now, it will be growing dark soon enough. And the Keepers only know what creatures and evils lurk in the Labyrinth after dark." He bowed and bore his eyes into her as he rose. By the Gates he could hardly wait. Casey smiled despite herself and nodded.

"Thank you." She started to follow him, her own fingers wrapped gently around his, more out of an excuse to feel safe than anything else. "What sort of things live in the maze? I mean... other than that cat." Murtagh set his hand against the wall of the Labyrinth. He could feel it as it tried to burn his skin. He never was welcome here. He used all his power just to open a way back to the path the Labyrinth had made for Casey.

"Oh, horrid things, creatures who have control over rocks, dwarves and furries. These are the nice creatures. I have not searched the depths of this cursed place but I have heard the stories of creatures that eat the flesh of man, teeth as long as my arm. And it is said they like to age their meat first. One man returned from here, said there was a cave deep within where half alive prey hung rotting from the ceiling. Oh but now look listen to me, this is not the subject to discuss with a Lady." He laughed inwardly. He did love watching them squirm. Casey blanched, she felt as if she might vomit. That was truly disgusting. Shaking in sudden fear, she inched closer to Lord Murtagh.

"But... But they wouldn't attack you, w-would they, though? The creatures can't eat you? You're a... a lord?" Murtagh laughed and wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her into him.

"My Lady such creatures care not about titles. To them it doesn't matter that I am a member of the Council or if I was a lowly dung scooper. But don't fret I shall do whatever is in my power to keep you safe." His hand lowered slightly as they walked, her shivering form exciting him before it was time.

"A member of what council?" The question made her sound sincerely interested, which she was, though really she just wanted to get her mind of the horrors of this land. Looking up at him, Casey became very aware of his hand low on her body and, even in her state of confusion and fear, she was relieved to feel the safety of a man's arm around her.

"The Council of Kingdoms. Basically a group of grumpy old men and women who sit around and discuss random and useless matters about the Kingdoms of the Underground. Boring really." He pressed her even closer, his fingers dancing over her side. She seemed so trusting, such a pity really. It was rare to find innocence here. Casey shuddered at his touch, but was much too entranced by the information he was feeding her to move away.

"The Underground? What is the Underground?" Her voice was a little shaky. "If it is boring, why do you stay on it?" He laughed and played with a bit of her hair with his other hand.

"Why, My Lady, you do love questions. But this dear one is the Underground, all that you see from horizon to horizon, all the way to the edge of each of the four gates." He ran a finger down her cheek and slid his other hand up to meet her chest.

"And as for why I stay with the Council, there is the money, the power, title, and the best reasons are these." He laughed deep throated and ran his finger along her chin. Casey stiffened and made to move away, but his arm was holding her tight.

"So you... you get paid? To be on this Council?" She shivered again, suddenly wishing very much to have a few feet of space between them. He was getting much, much too friendly now.

"It's not like a normal job; the money is more along like riches. I do get a share of taxes paid, gifts from Kings and Queens when they have need of something." His hand squeezed firmly onto her breast and he licked his lips. Damn with waiting, who cared if he earned her full trust, the outcome would be the same. He had her in his arms, that was all he needed. Casey's breath caught in her throat and she made a desperate attempt to pull away.

"Sir... Please," she mumbled as she grabbed at his hand and tried to pull it off of her. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that..." A deep laugh escaped his quivering lips.

"I am not asking you to be comfortable, in fact I don't believe I asked you anything." He squeezed his hand around her throat and pushed her up against the wall. Using his knee to press tightly into her belly he pulled out a dagger from his boot and began to cut a straight line from the top of her shirt to where his knee pressed. He looked eagerly at the now exposed skin. He ran the tip of the dagger just across her flesh from her neck to play between her breasts.

Casey's eyes went wide, but as she tried to scream, she choked. Her arms lifted to his shoulders, trying to push him away, and though she was very strong for her size, he was still stronger. She whimpered, feeling the blade of his dagger on her bare chest. She had really gotten in some trouble now. She kicked at him, her booted foot connecting hard with his shin.

"No... please," she choked out, his hand still pressed to her throat.

"Damn!" He shouted as her foot connected with his shin.

"Scream all you want, child, it will not detour me. In fact I prefer it when they scream." He used his dagger to cut the rest of her top off and made a few cuts along the pants. He stuck the dagger back within his boot and pressed his mouth hard down on Casey's as his other hand roamed her body, tearing at the pants causing much of it to fall.

Casey struggled, searching frantically for any inch to escape. She had never even allowed Ian to touch her like this. She had always felt uncomfortable with contact from any other human, and it had taken nearly a year for her to be able to relax fully in Ian's arms. This was much too much. She felt like she might faint as he rid her of her silks and half of the undergarments, leaving her almost completely bare. Her body was quaking in fear and anger, and pain as her rough-handled her.

"Why?" she croaked. "Why are you doing this?" His grin widened as he lifted his hand from her throat just to claim her chest. He pressed himself against her hungrily ridding her of the last of her garments.

"Because Casey, you are a threat to us. Jareth can not have you if I have had you first. Ailill will fall, and you my dear are going to be fun to take." He pressed his lips to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses along her shoulder. His teeth roughly bit down on the base of her neck, almost drawing blood. The girl winced and inched downwards against the wall, away from his teeth. She whimpered once more and her hand went for his throat now, trying to gain some advantage against him. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his neck, scraping away at the skin. She was trying to hurt him... Trying to make him get off.

"I haven't done anything to you... I-I'm innocent..." She could feel tears welling into her eyes now.

"Precisely, but you won't be when I am through with you. Your innocence will no longer be a threat to us. Jareth could love you all he wants, touch you and fill you for centuries to come, but you would never amount to anything more then his mortal whore." He lowered himself slightly, pulling her down with his strong arms.

"I wonder what you taste like. Are you sweet like a peach, or maybe salty?" He grinned and pressed another kiss to her throat as he began to release the bonds of his clothing.

"I... I don't understand..." Casey mumbled, her words almost indeterminable. She could barely see through tears and her own terror. It seemed to be making her blind. She kicked out again, but hit nothing but thin air.
"Who is Jareth?" she asked, her voice high-pitched and terrified. Strangely, the name calmed her as she said it, though only a little. Her hands shook, her nails now bloodying his face and neck.

"Please... Please don't do this... I can't..." Murtagh laughed again positioned himself atop her. He held on to her arms and pinned them above her head.

"You stupid girl, Ealisaid didn't even give knowledge of the prophecy. I bet you do not even know who you are." He pressed another hard and hungry kiss upon her lips, biting down till a drop of blood formed on her lower lip.

"Jareth, I will enjoy seeing him suffer for this." He moved himself just right, this was his favorite part of his job.

Casey clamped her thighs together hard, gritting her teeth. Something told her that it wasn't just for her own sake that she had to keep him from doing this, but what much more could she do? He was going to win one way or another.

"Stop, please! I'm no one... You can't do this to me!" Murtagh rammed his knee into her midsection, his hands still firmly holding her hands in place.

"You are a feisty one! It's a pity you don't realize just what I am doing. It would be so much more enjoyable to see the look of fear that can only come from full knowledge on your face as I ravage you again and again. Guess I will just have to settle for Jareth's once he realizes the truth of the prophecy." He glared down at her, such a pity. Jareth didn't even know what he was losing."

"Jareth?" Once more, saying the name oddly comforted Casey, despite her fright. She gasped, winded from his knee in her stomach. "Help..." She whispered. "Please, somebody..." She shuddered, her consciousness about to give out again. With the last bit of fight she had, she freed one of her hands and pushed his face away, tipping her head back and shouting into the approaching sunset.

"Jareth!!!!"

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Jareth lay back on his pillow, Celeste resting gently against his bare chest. He stroked her hair, his mind was still racing over Epona. Why him? Of all people why did she choose him?

He may not seem like it at times, but he adored his kingdom. He even cared about his worthless goblins. It bothered him to think he could lose his throne in the matter of days, maybe hours.

"Now wasn't it a good idea to take an early night?" Jareth looked up at the wooden canopy of his bed, his fingers absently playing with Celeste's hair.

"Hm?" His mind was still on Epona, even with Celeste's distractions. He wondered how he would loose the Labyrinth. Would it simply be the Council handing it right over to her, maybe he would loose his hold on the ancient power. He shuddered at his next thought. What about war? If the Council sent her straight to Ailill she could build her kingdom and raise a great army. The inhabitants of Ailill were very strong, even the weakest subject held more ancient power then the entire Council put together.

He knew it would take years, hundreds even, for Ailill to strengthen enough for war. But what was a few hundred years to one who would live to be millions of years old?

"My Lord? I said was this not a good idea? Taking an early night?" Celeste gazed up at her King. She knew about whom Epona was, she had tried her hardest to understand. Jareth had told her about the prophecy after he took her for a lover. She had been sorrowful at first, to think she could have been a Queen of a kingdom. But now that she looked back on it she was glad the council refused her. What would she do with all that power? She had no doubt in her mind that she would have finished off Ailill instead of restoring it. Not only that but she adored the life as a concubine, and though she had promised Jareth she wouldn't, she adored him.

She knew he was holding out for a political marriage. It was only logical, to marry the princess of some wealthy King. By doing so the Labyrinth would gain status within the ranks of the Underground. But even with all this she could not help but hope that one day he would see what he had right in front of him. He already chose her company over the others.

"Oh yes My Dear." Celeste sat up and turned his face to look into hers.

"My Lord what is the matter? What are you thinking about?" Jareth sighed and pushed back a few strands of her hair. He felt guilty at times for keeping her with him. She was beautiful and King Oran of Aigneis had interest in her. She could have been a queen instead of a lowly concubine. Mortal women may be a normal thing for him, but for the rest of the Underground they were a rarity. A commodity of sorts. It was their fragileness, Underground men found it to be attractive.

"Just about the Sisterhood, if they succeed in overthrowing the Council who knows what the consequences could be." Celeste clicked her tongue as she shook her head. Her fingers trailed along his chest making lazy circles.

"My Lord you know you can't lie to me. You were thinking about Epona again weren't you? Do you really think that girl in the Labyrinth is her?" Jareth clamped his eyes shut, out of all his lovers Celeste knew him the best. She could always see right through him.

"Yes, Celeste the Labyrinth has never before led a girl right to me before. There is no doubt she has finally come." He sat up and ran his hands through his unruly hair a few times.

"Maybe you should take the advice of Lord Dairmuid, send out the hunters and kill her. If she is threatening your throne, shouldn't you have right to defend it?" Jareth shot up from the bed, the light filtering in from the window resting on his beautiful willowy form.

He pulled a robe around him and began to pace the length of the bed.

"I am no monster! I will not kill in cold blood! She may be a threat, but she won't even know it yet. I know the Gate Keepers, they twist things, creating traps within traps within traps. It is their nature. Ealisaid's prophecy only speaks of her coming, and ruling. Not one of you, not one mortal girl who summoned me knew what they were doing. That girl will be just as ignorant of who she is. She will wander around scared and frightened, the only sure thing to her will be she is trapped in some stone hell. I won't kill her like that. Only when she understands her place, only when it is fair battle will I engage her." Jareth's pace increased, he was mentally beating himself up. He had a soft spot for mortals, but that was no reason for him to find the idea of Epona scared and alone particularly upsetting.

"My Lord I……." Celeste tried to search for words, ideas or anything. But the situation seemed dire. It seemed Jareth's only chance to survive this with his throne was to engage Epona in a war and win. But the prophecy? Celeste curled in the covers of her King's bed, a trap within a trap? She had read the prophecy over and over again once she had learned about it. If the Gate Keepers loved to play games maybe this was just one huge game to them. Maybe it was possible for him to win this coming war.

"I just wish I knew why? By the Gates Ailill is a Triad Kingdom, she holds just as much ancient power. Why would the prophecy state that Epona would unite our two thrones? What is the point?" A thought struck Celeste. She may not be too versed in the ancient powers, but she did understand them enough to know that they were what held the Underground together. She sat up not even bothering to cover herself with the blankets.

"You said that Ailill is a triad kingdom right? And The Labyrinth is one as well?" Jareth nodded as he leaned against the wooden poster of his bed.

"Yes, in the beginning of the Underground there were three Kingdoms, The Labyrinth, Ithel and Ailill." Celeste stood and cross the room, stopping to look out the window.

"From what you have told me and I have read, the ancient powers in which the Underground were built flow through these three kingdoms." Jareth grabbed a blanket from the bed and placed it around her shoulders and leaned against the wall next to her.

"That is correct. The Triad Kingdoms in fact carry an unrefined power, it is much stronger then any other kingdom. It runs deep and even if the kingdom were to be destroyed, its buildings toppled to the ground that power would still be held there. What are you getting at, I already know all this?" She sighed as she rolled her eyes, it was so obvious it hurt.

"Think of it My Lord, if that strong of power runs through only one kingdom what would happen if you merge two of them?" Jareth stood up straight, why hadn't it dawned on him before?

"The resulting power would create the beginnings of an empire. The one who sat on the throne of two Triad Kingdoms would have the power to dismiss the Council and do as they see fit. By the Gates, Ealisaid plans on creating a ruling force so powerful the entire Underground would be subject to it." The idea was startling, he knew that years before the Triad Kingdoms served as the High Kingdoms, but they were separately ruled. If one being held the power of two kingdoms….. And at that the pure power of the Labyrinth, what had been put in place?

Just as Jareth began to finally see what he had known since he learned of the prophecy a strange uneasiness surrounded him. He could feel himself being called. Something was wrong. He rushed to the window looking out, was she calling him?

"My Lord are you well?" Celeste ran her hand up and down Jareth's back, he shook his head and looked back at her.

"Go back to your chambers, lock the doors when you leave and lock yours. Tell the others to do the same." He looked back out to the Labyrinth, the sky seemed darker then it should be.

"My Lord?" Jareth clutched the stone sill of the window and fought the strange fright welling up inside of him.

"Something is wrong, I do not know if it is Epona or not. But it would be safer for you and the other ladies to stay locked in your chambers. Go now, I shall let you know when it is safe." Celeste nodded and turned to go. She didn't leave him with a promising kiss, or a suggestive comment. She had seen him in moods before, but nothing like the raw fear she saw in his eyes just then.

Once he heard his locks click, he collapsed to the floor. He felt as though his heart were being ripped from his body, some great fear was surging through him at an alarming rate. He couldn't control it or quash it down. All he knew was that he needed to protect, but what? What did he need to protect?

He conjured a crystal in his hands and raised himself to the window once more. He released the crystal, before passing out in a heap of sinuous limbs.

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Murtagh bit at her finger as she pressed his face away from her. Why was she calling out for Jareth? He pressed his lips to Casey's once more, he was relishing her fear. Just as he was about to take what he wished he felt himself being torn in two. The pain was so great, his arms seemed to pull from his shoulders and his legs twisted behind him and snapping from his hips. His eyes rolled back as the pain of his entire body vanishing into a spray of powder washed through him.

Lord Murtagh born of the Kingdom of Rhodri, Lower member of the Council of Kingdoms was dead. His body now dust that covered the nude form of the mortal girl, Casey.

Ealisaid stood in the shadows, her tall thin body draped in a gold cloak. The hood pulled completely over her long silver locks. She waited for the girl to recover. She and she alone saw what had transpired, and only she knew who saved the girl.

She smiled to herself, Jareth already felt her. He protected her and yet they had to meet. It wouldn't be long now, after centuries of waiting the Underground would be united as it should have been at the beginning.

Casey screamed again as she felt herself being covered in a thin layer of body particles. Her whole body seemed to seize up for a moment, she was unable to move. Her eyes showed her nothing but darkness and she felt her fear still bubbling up in her. Then, after a few moments, her vision cleared to a hazy mist-like film, she shakily moved her hand over her own stomach, feeling the disgusting texture of the dust that was Lord Murtagh. She looked down, and her face grew ashen once more. She flipped over hurriedly and vomited onto the stone floor of the labyrinth.

It was then that Casey felt the familiar feeling of prickling at the back of her neck. Once again, she was being watched, though she couldn't really comprehend it at the moment. She lay naked on the ground, quaking from the horror that she had just minutes ago experienced. She rested her forehead onto the cool, wet stone, feeling ill, and weak. She had used all the energy she possessed to try and fight off that horrid man, if it hadn't been for... What? What had it been that saved her? She wondered, but lacked the strength to lift her head up to see anyone in close proximity.

She closed her eyes slowly and felt a throbbing pain at the base of her neck, spreading up to her skull and down along her back. She winced at it, willed it to leave her. She must get up... She must make it to the castle, to... She didn't even know what, or who, was waiting there for her. She was already struggling to keep her mind functioning, even just this slightest bit. She remembered calling out... She couldn't recall what precisely she had said, or even more curious, why. Murtagh had been about to take her, to force her of her virginity, her womanly right, but he hadn't yet, had he? Had she been too panicked to notice? It wasn't as though she knew what it would have felt like anyways. It could have happened, and now all the work to keep herself pure, though she hd never been sure why she worked so hard at it, had all been for nothing.

This was her last, uncomforting thought before her eyes drooped closed. Whatever had, would, or might happen, she was too exhausted just now to act accordingly. She could barely feel the tips of her toes, and she could sense a dark, purple bruise creeping over the porcelain skin of her stomach from repeated blows of Murtagh's knee in her midriff. She knew she must be covered in who knows what disgusting matter, but she just couldn't really care just now. Even the fact that she was lying totally bare in the middle of a walkway barely perturbed her from the thoughts of sleep. She didn't care about the supposed monsters of the labyrinth, the Sphinx, or that she had been so gullible.

There was nothing she could do right now... Let whatever found her, find her. She couldn't fight anymore until she got some sleep.

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Authors' Note: Ok well hope this chapter was to your liking. This seems to be turning out much darker then originaly planed, hehe its what happens I suppose when two evil writers work together.