A/N: I apologize this chapter is a little short, I'm trying to drag this out a little longer. But we're almost there, we're almost at the end! I also wanted to give everyone and insight to my favorite character, Sayne. A lot of people have asked me what his back story was, why he didn't have someone in his life, well, I finally give you his story, and why he sacrificed himself for Morigan.
Thank you to everyone for their kind words about Sayne, he really was a great character and I'm still pretty upset about his death.
But I digress.
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"We have to go back for him!" Morigan shouted, the pressure in her stomach becoming unbearable as she yelled.
"Morigan, we have to be safe from Calum." Nathara protested.
"Sayne is back there!" Morigan argued.
"Sayne could be dead for all we know!" Nathara hissed. She immediately regretted what she had just said, especially saying it to Morigan. She knew that the possibility of Sayne being dead was a real threat. A Fae the two girls really cared for could potentially be dead because he sacrificed himself for them. Nathara looked to Morigan, seeing the pain on her face. "We need to find a place for you to give birth…"
"I don't think we really have a choice as to where…" Morigan accepted defeat as the pain was getting stronger.
"Through here!" Nathara said, leading the girl deeper into the Labyrinth where they found a small courtyard. This place had been untouched by the violence, and looked as though no one had set foot on the undisturbed ground in years. Nathara lead Morigan to a rather large rock, motioning for her to sit. Morigan shook her head.
"Sitting is worse for me right now…" She confessed, wincing.
"Right…" Nathara agreed.
The two girls were silent; the only sounds were of nearby crickets, and the ball off in the distance. Morigan rubbed her stomach, praying the pain would die down for a little longer. She looked towards the castle, her heart racing as she thought of Sayne. "Do you…" She began. "Is he…?"
"I don't know Morigan…" Nathara was brutally honest. "I don't know…"
The Dark Army had broken through the Labyrinth wall. Derryk and the Goblin Kingdom Army pushed back, fighting with passion and desperation. This was for their Kingdom and they would die trying to protect it.
Jareth could feel his powers weaken slightly with the wall coming down. With sword in hand, Jareth landed devastating blows onto enemy soldiers. Deep down, he could feel Morigan suffering. He knew the Labyrinth was desperate to find some source of power, and its vessel was Morigan. His child was given an abundance of power, this was helping it grow quickly, and this power would help recharge the Labyrinth once the child was born. The Labyrinth was panicking. Jareth….was panicking.
Jareth fought his way to the general of his army, Derryk. He fought by his side, shouting. "I have to get to Morigan!"
"Sayne left a while ago to check on her!" Derryk slashed at a nearby soldier.
"She's going to need help once our child arrives." Jareth kicked an enemy soldier in the chest, knocking him to the ground where Jareth took his life.
Derryk nodded, stabbing another soldier and beginning to fight another. "She needs you, Jareth. Go!"
The two Fae's stood back to back, fighting a few more soldiers before Jareth spoke. "If you should need back up—"
Derryk interrupted shouting. "Jareth, Go!"
Jareth nodded, fighting his way passed the invading army and heading towards the Castle at the center of the Labyrinth…
The pain was becoming a little bearable as Morigan paced the courtyard. Nathara was leaning against the wall, her eyes focused on the ground. The two were silent, the only sound coming from the battlefield. Finally, Nathara spoke. "He loved you, you know." Morigan stopped pacing to look at Nathara questioningly. "Well, they all love you. Derryk would write me letters." She paused to smile. "His latest adventures with the mortal girl. The adventures kept them young and so alive… I have you to thank."
"Nathara…" Morigan began.
"No, let me finish." Nathara began to tear up. "Sayne… you were his everything." She stopped herself, regaining her composure before she continued. "Derryk used to write how Sayne was always there for you, always protective of you when Jareth was away.
In the earlier years, Sayne had a young daughter. He lost his wife during childbirth, but that child… he was so happy. Even though he was a young father, he was a damn good one" Nathara then grew sad. "Then there was a pandemic. Most Fae's survived, but the younger ones…
Sayne didn't have much in his life after that. Sure, he had two best friends. Nothing could fill the void of losing his daughter. But then there was you—"She laughed. "He only needed you. You brought out the best in him. He went above and beyond to make sure you were happy, and to make sure you ended up with Jareth. He was very insistent that you two were meant to be… it's like he knew.
Derryk always said you reminded him of his daughter; she was younger than you when you arrived, but something about you… You wedding day was special to him because he was able to walk you down the aisle…"
Morigan felt a tear escape her eyes. She always knew that Sayne treated her like a princess, but never understood why. "We need to go back…"
Nathara shook her head. "He wouldn't want that… he would want you safe…" She paused. "If he is… we cannot let it be in vain…" Morigan was prepared to say something, but as her mouth opened, all that came out was a pain filled scream. Nathara, eyes wide, rushed over to her suffering friend.
Jareth, now in a state of panic, saw the entrance to his Castle open and unguarded. He ran inside, his eyes wandering to the dead Goblin maid, Gunna. "No…" He whispered. Frantically, he continued running down the hall, calling out for Nathara and Morigan. Nothing. He ran passed the ballroom, stopped immediately as he backed up to see someone lying on the floor. He walked into the ballroom, his shoulders dropper in defeat as he recognized the figure lying in a pool of blood. "Sayne…" His eyes filled with rage, he knew he had been betrayed, and what's worse, his wife and unborn child were exposed to uncertain danger. He left the Castle in search of his family, praying to the Gods he was not too late…
Nathara had helped Morigan onto the largest and flattest rock in the courtyard. Morigan was sitting on the rock, leaning back as the pain was increasingly becoming worse. "Alright Morigan, I know it hurts but once you start to feel the urge to push…"
"Oh I'm feeling the pushing feeling!" Morigan hissed gritting her teeth as the pain rushed through her.
Nathara grabbed the bottom of her dress, ripping a small part of it and gently dabbed it on Morigan's head to wipe up the sweat. "I need you to breathe, Morigan."
A low chuckle came from behind the women. "I really do have impeccable timing."
Final Thought: Thank you again for reading! Remember to review/comment! We're getting so close to the end!
