"I never wrote you a love song,
Somehow words could not express what I needed to say.

So I never wrote you a love song,

And now it's much, much too late cause you've gone away…
But I will build this monument to remember all the love we once had.
And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be.

I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am,

And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me.

You stopped loving me…

So I wish that I'd had written you a love song

And somehow you'd understood what it feels to be me

Because the Angel loves the Sprite forever

And does it unconditionally.

But I will build this monument to remember all the love we once had.

And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be.

I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am.

And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me.
You stopped loving me…"

The Cruxshadows – Monument

Alrighty-then. I suppose you all are wondering why the hell Jarreth is inflicting revenge on Sarah yet saying such nice things about her. IT'S SARCASM! Heh, just thought I'd let you know. ^_~ Enjoy. ~Lina Shankar~

The dimly lit walls of the small cottage were blurred and vague as Aeryn opened her eyes. There were small pieces of wooden furniture scattered about the room and it was noticed that she was lying on a pile of furs. She frowned at the feel of a heavy shackle around her ankle and looked around to make sure her oh-so-generous woodsman wasn't in the room. He wasn't. Quickly she produced a small nail file from a holding place on her calf, surprised he hadn't checked for weaponry, and began to gently and patiently pick and prod away at the lock fastening the chain to the ring encircling her dainty ankle. A growl of frustration was heard as no success was retained and she hastily strapped the file back to her calf. School had taught her to keep anything sharp on hand, especially with the neighborhood bullies always prowling about with their fake alcoholic drinks and their pretend marijuana joints. Those were the kind that liked to rough you up because you were smaller than they were, and just because they could. The local law enforcement did nothing about it, only because no one had filed a civil suit of harassment against anyone. Figures. With a heavy sigh, Aeryn stood and decided to test the length of the chain, wondering of the diameter of which she would be allowed to move, which was not very far. Grumbling curses and things to make an Irish sailor blush, she paced about the room in an agitated manner, snarling and digging her long fingernails into the palms of her hands. She didn't have to wait long, because lo-and-behold! Her woodsman strode in, smirking and carrying a bucket of water. "Good, you're awake. I was hoping I wouldn't have to throw this on you and waste good cooking broth." He grinned. He was answered by a low snarl of indecencies and showed her favorite finger. He laughed and walked over to her, picked her up once more, and held her still as he unlocked her iron anklet and allowed her freedom to move. Her struggles and demands to be put down went unheeded as he strolled carelessly to a table and set her atop it. She glared up at him with fury and crossed her arms. "Are you very well satisfied? I would like to get the hell out of here." She said in a low growl and gave him a push, then was startled as the armor of a knight fell away from a skinny body. A boy! A boy, indeed! She gave a cry of rage and stood up, then gave him a glare that very well summed up her thoughts of him. He gave a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his head just as his voice shrank back into that of a boy. "Well…uh….surprise?" The last thing he saw was the flash of red tint to her eyes as she clipped his jaw with her fist, knocking him out cold and sending his consciousness into a black abyss.

Jarreth laughed aloud at the sight. A girl, being no more than fifteen or so, and even smaller than would be assumed, had so much rage in her that she would draw her fist to a mere boy! His laughter echoed throughout the stone walls and he looked up to the clock. It read half past six. He smirked and shook his head. Such rage uncontained could cause trouble, especially if it were directed at him. Oh, but my dear child, I still have many curves to throw you. He thought to himself as he twirled a finger and the clock's hands sped up to ten. The clock is ticking…

Aeryn didn't notice the biting pain in her palms caused by her long fingernails piercing the skin and drawing that hot, dark blood that boiled with intense fury. Her vision blinded by anger and frustration, she made her own pathways as she hoped she was walking through The Forest of No Return. Cursing loudly for anyone to hear, she stamped her way to a fork in the trees. "Hn…a fork. A fork, a fork, a fork. A…FUCK!" She made a hideous growl of frustration and sat on a stone. To her extreme surprise, it moved. "Hey…what the?!" Her exclamation was cut off by another shift of the rock. "You know, it's very rude to sit on something without asking!" A voice said. She stood abruptly and looked down. It wasn't a rock, but a large turtle. "Oh great. I'm lost in the woods and what do I find? A fucking turtle!" She turned and looked up to the sky, "JARRETH!! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" She yelled and kicked a tree. She wasn't as surprised when it said, "Ow! Watch it!" and moved its branches. "It isn't ladylike for a girl to curse, you know." She heard the turtle say. She kicked it. "What's it to you?! You're not the one stranded here in this damned forest, all alone, with nothing to comfort you but the thought of gutting Jarreth with a spoon!!" She yelled. The turtle remained unaffected. "Well if you perhaps you were to ask for the way out, you would be told, young lady." It said. She glared at it. "And how would I know that it would be the right way? Huh?! Ever think of THAT?!" She said. The turtle clicked its tongue. "Haven't you ever heard the old saying? Right is right, wrong is wrong, left is right and right is long." It said. Aeryn slapped her forehead and looked down again. "Fine, fine, whatever. All I know is I want to get out of here and get to the castle. Do you know the way?" She asked. The turtle snorted. "After you've been kicking and treating me this way? Why should I tell you anything?" It said. Aeryn's eyes narrowed into darkened slits. "How about if you don't, I'll pick you up, carry you back to the cottage, and MAKE YOU A SOUP?!" She almost screamed. The turtle blinked a few times. "Well, if you're going to be ugly, I'll just be on my way." With that, it picked itself off the ground and in a tremendous gust of sand and dirt, was gone. Aeryn growled to herself and muttered curses in languages unknown to the tender world where Jarreth ruled over the Goblin City and his Labyrinth. How was she to get out? Right is right, wrong is wrong, left is right and right is long. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! She thought to herself. She sat on the ground and closed her eyes, dispelling all of her thoughts but of that saying. Right is right…wrong is wrong…left is right…She sat up. Duh, you idiot! Left is the right way! Wait a minute…right is long…hm. Take the long road right, and the left road could be… She smirked. She actually hummed as she walked patiently down the path leading to the right. After all, wasn't it also a saying that laziness would get you nowhere?

Sarah yawned and picked up the old book. It had been a while since she'd read. She'd been scared to pick up a book after the incident with Jarreth. But now, those days were long gone, and she was confident in her ability to beat him once more at his own little games. So carefully, she turned the first page and began reading. On the ninth night of the restless June, with scandal flickering through her mind, the young child of the runes made her way to the land of the goblin king. Wait. Sarah frowned. That wasn't how it had began the first time. She looked back down. The words remained the same. Well that's strange… She thought to herself and frowned deeper. She flipped the pages, reading the details of this child of the runes. With a start, she realized what was happening – Jarreth was rewriting the rules.