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This is a short update, I know, but there are two more left and they will be much longer then this!
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Labyrinth 2
Return to the Labyrinth
Chapter 25: Just Fear Me, Love Me
Shardae came at the trio again, throwing another crystal. Jareth jumped in front of his girls, creating a powerful barrier.
"It is useless, Shardae," he stated as a sword appeared in his hand.
"Always the one who is quick to judge, my love," Shardae announced as she threw another crystal. Jareth blocked it but missed a black bolt of lightening shooting towards them.
"Father!" Silai and Ari cried out as Jareth was hit directly in the chest with the blast. Rushing to his side, they both could get no closer than a foot around him.
"What's going on?" Ari questioned as she tried to touch her father but was stung by another darker barrier around him.
"It's iron, dear," Shardae replied as she grabbed Ari by the hair and raised her up into the air. "It is fatal to all faes. The poor man. Once it touches your skin, a fae goes into a coma-like state. It will be only a matter of minutes before his skin goes into a white sheet and his screams fill the whole Underground. After that, his body will start to disappear into ashes which are how he will stay for many years to come."
"No!" cried out a child's voice. Everyone turned to see little Elsie standing in the entrance way.
"Elsie!" Ari cried out as she reached into her pocket and rolled the broken crystal to the little girl. "Give your mom a gift!"
"Don't be foolish!" Shardae growled as she pulled harder on Ari's head. "Elsie, sweetie, why not go outside and wait for me in the garden?"
"Daddy?" Elsie called out as she waddled over to him. She cried when she was shocked by the barrier. Silai pulled the young girl into her arms as she cried.
"Look what you've done, Mother!" Silai screamed. "You have turned into your father!"
"Shut up!" Shardae shouted as she threw Ari to the side, stomping over to Silai. She took her hand and slapped her daughter across her face. "I will NEVER be like him!"
"Mommy hurt Daddy!" Elsie screamed as she threw the crystal at her mother. Shardae caught it immediately.
"Trayt onok paeans!" Ari immediately screamed. She gasped when nothing happened.
"Aw, it seems like your plan failed," Shardae said slowly as she studied the broken crystal. "You are so stupid. A broken crystal has no powers in it once the spell has been used. But no matter!" Shardae twisted the crystal around her hand and the crystal was whole again. "I shall renew a spell made just for you!"
"That is it MOTHER!" Silai shouted as she stood. "YOU WILL NOT WIN!"
"Not now dear, Mommy is busy," Shardae brushed her off as her eyes stayed focus on Ari.
"NO!" Silai screamed. She ran over to her mother and grabbed the witch by the collar of her dress. "YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER US!"
The crystal suddenly burst and the room was surrounded in a bright light. The Queen's cries could be heard echoing the Underground as a fae's life force, was drained from their being.
"Silai? Elsie?" Ari called out through the white light.
"Remember our prophecies!" the child's voice cried out.
A world of wonders and of dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
Ghastly beasts and souls of friends
Soon all of this will be the end
Suffer, fall, plunder and kill
All from a mistake that could not be stilled
Forgive, honor, truth and love
Given from an angel sent from above
Child of the barren, of a secret that lay
Return shall it come to cure all the pain
Love conquers evil like light turns to day
But do not forget what the old law forbade.
Of times of dread and silly thoughts
and cries too hard to hear-
intent, undead, and full of lies;
powerless shall the serpent appear.
When hearts will bleed of thinning white
and rain shall turn to black;
a child born of the purest form
shall bring the royals back.
To succeed in what's been done,
the child must first learn to die.
For from the darkness shall come light
but only with a baby's cry.
When the moon is full and blood is red,
the Ancients will come at last,
to set things right and undo the wrong;
the child must face the past.
There will be death and there will be pain,
but hope is in the clear.
For what has been will come again
and dissolve the world of fear.