Jarreth smirked to himself and nodded once, and then grinned at Aeryn. "Very well then, my young one, we shall depart to our kingdom." He said, and as she looked around, the setting changed. She was no longer sitting on a bed in her room but on a rock outside the palace gates. Jarreth smirked and swept a hand grandly towards his kingdom. "But first, my child, you must do as Sarah did – you have to get to the palace in order to be held worthy enough to help me complete my task." He said and smirked at Aeryn's expression. "WHAT?!" She exclaimed in outrage and turned quickly to face him. He chuckled and winked at her. "Fare thee well, my lady, until we meet again." He said and seemed to disappear into thin air. Aeryn sighed and glared at nothing in particular, then pouted atop the rock. What was she to do? "Well, for starters, you could get your ass into and out of the labyrinth, you idiot." She muttered to herself and stood. She walked to the entrance and frowned. The doors were large and looked heavy. "Remember, nothing is as it seems. Don't take anything for granted." She muttered. With a light push, the doors swung open and she stepped inside before they slammed shut. Little faeries giggled and landed on flowers. Where was good old Hoggle with his pesticides when you needed him? One of the faeries flew a bit too close and landed on her nose. Aeryn's eyes crossed as she stared at it, wide-eyed. The faerie giggled some more and then thumped her forehead before flying off. Aeryn growled and swatted it away as she walked past, in no mood for faerie games.
Jarreth chuckled and watched from his perch on the balcony of the tower. My, my, little Aeryn, such a temper for such a small girl, eh? He thought to himself and formed a crystal in his hand. It was much easier to view what he wanted when he had one of his crystals in his hand. Aeryn's frowning face came into view, and though there was no sound, he could tell that she was grumbling and muttering something unladylike. He laughed quietly and shook his head. Such curses could make a sailor blush! He grinned and tossed the crystal over his shoulder. The wind blew through his silver hair and he narrowed his equally silver eyes. Soon revenge will be deliciously squared and served to you, Sarah…I did nothing wrong but love you and you torment me so? Ah, but how women work…will always be…a mystery.
Aeryn kicked a stone from her path and fumed. Things just were not going well. She'd managed to turn herself around three times already, and she knew she was going in circles despite the changing scenery. With a smirk, she turned a different corner and flattened herself against the wall. You want to play games, Jarreth? We'll play… With that, she tossed a rope over the stoned wall of the labyrinth and scaled it. Chuckling bemusedly to herself, she ran along the tops of the walls and jumped from stone to stone, feeling the texture beneath her boots as she did. She smirked and stopped momentarily to survey how far she'd gone, and finding the distance satisfactory, looked above her and smirked. "How do you like that, Jarreth?" She laughed. Her laughter was cut short by a scream of rage as something grabbed her around the waist. She snarled with fury and struggled, but it was no use against the large arm around her. Finally she looked up and saw it was a man. He was tall and clad in some sort of armor, his hair covering any visible features of his face. He looked down and smirked. "Going somewhere, little one?" He asked. She growled at him in answer and gave him a sharp kick in the leg. "Put me down!" She ordered and received nothing but a laugh from the larger man. "Feisty little one, aren'tcha? Well, we'll fix that as soon as we get home." He said with a malicious glint in his eyes. She glared up at him and stopped struggling altogether, though her eyes portrayed a vengeful defiance that looked as though it could bend steel on whim. He snorted at her and smirked. "How ladylike." He commented as she cursed at him, spitting and hissing like an angry feline after it has been dunked into a bucket of water. He was answered by even more spitting and hissing, growling and snarling, until finally he got tired of hearing her and slipped a damp cloth over her mouth. The chloroform took effect almost instantly and she went limp in his arms, silent except for her soft breathing. He chuckled and shook his head. "They get rowdier every time." He grinned and clicked his tongue before slipping through a passage in the labyrinth to his home – in The Forest of No Return.
