(Hey guys, you've all been fantastic. This is kind of the epilogue to the story. I can't answer all of your questions since either I don't know them or I'm just keeping up the suspense :p Hopefully I'll have internet access in university, otherwise I'll have to write the next - yes there is another one - at uni and come back at breaks to type up the chapters!)
Chapter XX
Once upon a time there was a castle. It was the most fantastic and beautiful castle in the land. It was the only castle in the land. Towering yet seemingly crouched like some waiting predator, this abode stood in the midst of a maze so intricately designed and laced with magical properties that it could be described as a labyrinth. High above the twisting walls and paths was a tower, inside of which sat a faerie king, surrounded by his loyal subjects.
This king, with his blond shock of hair; pursed sulking lips and a dark cloak that glittered with malice, held within the crooks of his arms two cloth bundles that rocked with the gentle movements of his elbows. His strikingly different eyes gazed into a crystal that hovered before his throne and he watched. The king watched, and he waited, unperturbed by the girl in the crystal running hopelessly through his kingdom - the hours on the thirteen-numbered clock not in her favour.
A goblin subject careered through the air and snatched the orb much to the horror of its companions. But the Goblin King did not break from his trance and allowed the wretched creatures to play a dangerous ball game. For the legacy had to continue. He dreamt awake, regardless of the twins in his grasp, of an owl upon a young woman's window-ledge. And the owl watched the man who trespassed her bedroom. Reflected in its eyes - the passions of lust and perhaps more in the hearts of the young and the spiritually ancient.
The bird hooted.
"A promise, dear girl, one way or another...should you need us..." Jareth whispered.
I'll call...
Chapter XX
Once upon a time there was a castle. It was the most fantastic and beautiful castle in the land. It was the only castle in the land. Towering yet seemingly crouched like some waiting predator, this abode stood in the midst of a maze so intricately designed and laced with magical properties that it could be described as a labyrinth. High above the twisting walls and paths was a tower, inside of which sat a faerie king, surrounded by his loyal subjects.
This king, with his blond shock of hair; pursed sulking lips and a dark cloak that glittered with malice, held within the crooks of his arms two cloth bundles that rocked with the gentle movements of his elbows. His strikingly different eyes gazed into a crystal that hovered before his throne and he watched. The king watched, and he waited, unperturbed by the girl in the crystal running hopelessly through his kingdom - the hours on the thirteen-numbered clock not in her favour.
A goblin subject careered through the air and snatched the orb much to the horror of its companions. But the Goblin King did not break from his trance and allowed the wretched creatures to play a dangerous ball game. For the legacy had to continue. He dreamt awake, regardless of the twins in his grasp, of an owl upon a young woman's window-ledge. And the owl watched the man who trespassed her bedroom. Reflected in its eyes - the passions of lust and perhaps more in the hearts of the young and the spiritually ancient.
The bird hooted.
"A promise, dear girl, one way or another...should you need us..." Jareth whispered.
I'll call...