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Author Note: This chapter is slightly weird. It doesn't feature many characters and I did most of the last bit from memory, so it's probably all wrong (you'll see what I mean when you read it)... I'm very sorry if it is all wrong, I read Magyk when I was about 10, so it's a long time ago (not that long, but hey, it was almost 5 years ago)... I hope you don't mind. I'm dedicating this chapter to xCRYFORTHEGRAVE who I 'never fail to disappoint' (just a typo, but I found it funny) I hope you don't mind my slapstick dedication (!) Oh, and thank you all for helping me reach forty reviews! ~ARTY~

Chapter 20

Hettie Icadden woke up with a blazing headache. It felt like there was a fire in her brain and it wouldn't go out, it made her feel nauseous and dizzy. When she sat up she had no idea where she was, she wasn't anywhere that she remembered, it was cold and dark and trying to distinguish things made her head hurt even more than before.

Suddenly a light filled the room blindingly. It was Trevor Mason looking very sorry and fed up with himself near one cold grey stone wall. Trevor flicked a rock into the wall using magyk but he did nothing else.

"Where are we?" asked Hettie with an agonised undercurrent in her voice.

"A cave. I'm sorry I had to bring you here, Hettie, life can never be the same now you're stuck with me…"

"What did you do?"

"I don't know. Everything that happens to me is awful! I'm lucky I saved you…"

"From what, Trevor?"

"Death," said Trevor gravely, turning away from her in shame. "You hit your head. I'm so sorry."

"Why would I be dead?"

"You wouldn't, without me. This magyk is too powerful for me; I want to be normal again. Now I'm a murderer."

"Who did you kill?"

"Some witches. I can't stop this, it's too much… Half the Port has been destroyed and all I could do was run away… I can't go back to Simon Heap, I'm a fugitive now. I will let you go if you want."

Hettie considered this offer. "I take it you hexed me then…"

"Not intentionally… I don't want anybody to get hurt, honest. I don't want to kill people, not even Septimus bloody Heap. I have nowhere to turn to. I saved you today because I fell in love with you, but you didn't fall in love with me, I must have hexed you, so I will let you go, I promise I'm strong enough to do that."

"I do like you, Trevor. I will stay with you, if you promise not to hurt anyone else. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll do anything… Are you sure you want to stay with me and I haven't just hexed you again?"

"I'm sure. I wouldn't have this terrible headache if you'd hexed me…"

"Do you want some help with that?"

"Can you manage it without killing me by accident?"

"I could never accidentally kill you, Hettie; I have enough control to manage that."

"I hope you do, Trevor, I do not wish to die."

"I know. I don't want you to die either…"

Jenna Heap was in a strange place. She'd never been here before and how she'd gotten here remained a mystery. The grass was slightly too green and the sky was too blue and it scared her slightly. Everything was a bit over the top here.

She wasn't alone in this peculiar place, there were many other people here too but they didn't seem to want to acknowledge her. She tried to remember where she'd been before she'd arrived here but could only think about her fight with Septimus.

What had happened? He'd shouted at her, that was for sure, and then he'd stormed away angrily, after that it grew slightly hazy. Jenna remembered trying to follow him but then her memory stopped, that was the ultimate and definite end of everything.

Then Jenna realised, Septimus had killed her.

She didn't understand how her brother could do such a thing and leave the Castle without its next Queen. She couldn't die, the Castle needed her.

She looked around for a way out of this dreadful place, the closer she looked the more she realised that the previously invisible walls around this field were shrinking inwards. Jenna tried to scream but she could hear nothing escaping her lips, the other people didn't react, the walls didn't even affect them, they just passed straight through.

Then Jenna herself was gone. Whizzing through the stratosphere in a million different pieces out of this awful field and back towards the Castle. The pieces of her flew into the Palace where she had been born and then into the Forest where she had first been found by Silas Heap then through the streets of the Castle to the Ramblings where she had grown up, to the Marram Marshes where she had met Septimus, out to the Observatory where she had been taken captive by her brother Simon, then back into the Palace in which she had spent her time in the Past, on the journey towards the House of Foryx, the place where all times do meet, and then finally back to the Palace where they reassembled themselves into her elegant figure and her ghost sprang back into existence.

She tried to move but she couldn't. A ghost has to remain in the place that they died for a year and a day before they have free reign of the places they visited as living souls. Jenna had literally seen her entire life flash before her during her transition to ghosthood.

"Help!" she shouted in an attempt to be heard by somebody, anybody.

Her cries were heard by the ghost of Alther Mella not far away and, had he been alive, he probably would have died when he saw her ghostly form before him.

"Princess Jenna!"

"Oh, Alther, this is dreadful!" Jenna cried to him.

"H-How did this happen?" asked a very taken aback Alther Mella. "How have you come to die so suddenly?"

The ghost of Jenna sobbed. "I-I think… I think Septimus killed me…"

"SEPTIMUS HEAP?"

"The very same… I can't die… Who will be Queen?"

"I must find Marcia… Stay put Jenna."

Alther's last comment was perhaps unnecessary, Jenna couldn't have moved even if she'd wanted to. He glided quickly towards the Wizard Tower and up to the very top where Marcia Overstrand lived. After psyching himself up, Alther realised that the quickest thing to do would be to Pass Through Marcia's door, it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Marcia Overstrand was surprised to see the ghost of her former tutor appearing so suddenly in her room and looking so agitated. Alther had been a very calm and collected man and even more so in death.

"Alther? What's wrong?"

"It's Princess Jenna; I've just seen her ghost in the Palace…"

"What?!" shouted Marcia. "Take me to her right away."

Alther Mella showed her to the spot where he had first seen Jenna's ghost. Obviously Jenna was still there, sobbing softly into her ghostly dress.

Marcia Overstrand was astounded. "Princess… When did this happen?"

"I don't know how long it's been… I was killed with a thunderflash…"

"Who did this?" Marcia demanded. "Trevor Mason?"

"No," wept Jenna. "That's the worst part of all… I was killed by Septimus Heap."