- This disclaimer is in Chapter 1 if you're looking for it.
Sierra sunshine, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Barbiedahl, if you loved chapter 2, wait till you read chapter 3.
Kat183, don't worry, Marguerite isn't gone yet, she'll be back.
Karen, you are the best, thank you so much.
The more you guys review, the better my stories become. If you want to send a personal review, my email is di12381yahoo.com.
Chapter 3
"What's all the commotion?" Sabrina asked, walking up from the lab.
"I want Mummy" the Roxton children continued to wail. "I have to go find her," John said frantically.
"No Daddy!" Will and Kate clung to their father.
"I should go with you, Lord Roxton, it's my fault Lady Roxton disappeared, give me one moment to get my cloak" Sabrina said.
Her plan was working. With the spell she cast on the group, they only saw the prim and proper Miss Montague, not the demon in her true form. The note was easy enough; she had delved into the Chosen One's memory to write what would seem to be an authentic letter. Of course, they had believed her, it had been too easy. The Roxton children, especially the girl would be a problem later on, but she wouldn't worry about that now.
"Lord Roxton, whatever I may have said or done to contribute to your wife's disappearance, I apologize," she demurely told him. John didn't hear her. He was concentrating on the jungle ahead. Whoever had taken Marguerite had left a rather obvious trail and when he found her, they would pay dearly; he would make sure of that. "Not your fault," he grunted.
His children's cries echoed in his mind as did Marguerite's last words "Go to hell, John". He had found himself again when he met Marguerite. After years of closing himself up, living day to day just for the thrill of the hunt, she had forced him to reevaluate his life. Beautiful, intelligent, sweet one minute, sharp tongued and shrewish the next, he couldn't imagine his life without her. Now she was gone and he was to blame.
"Lord Roxton, may we stop for a minute, I am feeling rather tired" Sabrina asked. Giving in, he let her rest, scanning the jungle around him, trying to keep his mind off his missing wife.
"John, help me" her voice was heard in the distance.
"Where are you?" he called out. "John, help me" again her voice was heard.
"Lord Roxton, are you sure you heard her? Perhaps it was the wind?" Sabrina slyly suggested.
"Miss Montague, as much I appreciate your help, my wife out there and I intend to find her. If you continue to be a pain, I will escort you back to the Zanga village and they will bring you back to the tree house" he barked.
"I apologize, Lord Roxton, I know how much you love your wife" Sabrina submissively lowered her eyes.
"It's all right, Miss Montague, I shouldn't have yelled" he apologized. "John help me" Marguerite's voice was heard again.
"That way" he pointed to a cave.
Sabrina's breath curtailed. Her guards should have hidden the cave better. She was so close, if he found the cave and the chosen one, all of her hard work would be for nothing. "You don't know what's in there, it could be blood thirsty beast" Sabrina tried to convince him.
"That's a chance I'm willing to take" John charged in. Seeing her chance slipping through her fingers, Sabrina quietly whispered to herself.
"Lord Roxton, wait" she called out, tripping on a root and landing in his arms.
"John" she said quietly. "Sabrina" he pulled her into an embrace as the cave entrance closed.
"John, no" Marguerite screamed from her cell. "Let me out of here, you bastard" Marguerite felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if its very core was exploding. "John" she whispered as the world turned black.
"Marguerite..." John tried to fight against the thoughts being imprinted in his mind.
"Forget Marguerite, I am your woman now" Sabrina's voice echoed in his head. "Marguerite" John again repeated. "She is gone, I am here" the voice soothed. "Sabrina" he repeated her name as Marguerite's voice dissipated from his mind. He pushed her against a tree, pulling her hair out the braid.
"John" she deftly unbuttoned his shirt until her camisole rubbed against his bare chest. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her camisole down to her waist, his hand covering one breast she rained kisses all over his face. They rode together, as one, until they were spent. "You are mine, Lord Roxton" Skathina said.
They spent the next few weeks making love in secret, away from the tree house.
"Uncle George, where did Daddy go?" Will asked as Challenger led the older children in a science lesson. "He went hunting" George told the boy.
"He's been doing that a lot lately" Finn commented. "He's been doing that with Miss Montague, I guess it's because he misses Marg..." George stopped, knowing that any mention of Marguerite would bring tears. "Mummy" Kate whispered.
"I bet Roxton is out there right now, searching for your mother" Challenger tried to calm the children. "Vee, Ned!" Finn called up. "Who's hungry?" Ned asked. "Why don't we see what's for lunch?" Veronica volunteered. "Do you think she is still out there?" Finn asked as they cleaned up. "I don't know. After all of this time, I suppose that one could survive. But on the other hand, there are still many dangers that we have yet to encounter" he said.
Sabrina crept silently from her cot to John's room. She had won; the Chosen One's guardian was hers. Of course he never suspected her, how could he? "John" she roused him from his sleep. "Marguerite?" he called into the darkness. "Dam, he still remembers her. I guess I'll have to remind him" Skathina thought. "Sabrina" John murmured, breaking the kiss. "Who else?" she replied, as he kissed her again, pulling them both onto the bed.
"Mummy!" Will called out into the darkness. "Daddy!" he called out to his father, without a response. Climbing out of bed, he padded over to his parent's bed. "Daddy, I had a bad dream" Will tried to get his father's attention from the doorway. "Daddy, Daddy" strange noises were from his parent's bed.
"Wake up" Will pulled the blanked off his sister's bed.
"I'm tired" Kate yawned. "Scream" he told her. "No" Kate told him. "You can have my sword," he pleaded.
"DADDY!" Kate screamed. "What's going on, what's wrong?" John asked. "What's going on, John, Miss Montague" George exclaimed. "Professor Challenger, Lord Roxton and I...." Sabrina stammered.
Seeing their father in bed with Sabrina, Will and Kate ran toward the rest of the group. "It's ok, sh" Finn and Veronica reached for the children
"Will, come here buddy" John tried to reach for his son, who refused. "Kate?" he asked. She also refused. "I think we should all talk about this in the morning" Ned uneasily suggested.
"Quite right, Miss Montague, please" Challenger agreed as he escorted their guest back to the cot. "Daddy! Mommy!" Arthur called out from the next room as Ned walked out.
"Are they sleeping?" Ned asked as Veronica got into bed. "Yes, finally. You should have seen their faces. First Marguerite disappears and then John in bed with Miss Montague" Veronica felt hot tears stinging her face.
"I always wished for a sister, I miss her so much" Ned's heart broke, seeing his wife in tears. Even on her bad days, Marguerite was considered an integral part of the group. "We'll find her" he kissed her forehead as he too fell asleep.
"Good morning" John said uncomfortably. "Roxton" George greeted him politely. Neither Veronica nor Finn would look at him. "Neddy boy" John turned to the younger man. "Good morning, Roxton" Ned replied. "Good morning all" Sabrina cheerfully greeted her hosts. "Miss Montague" Roxton's face reddened, remembering last night's fiasco.
He needed to get away from the tree house. The hateful looks from his companions, the tear stained scared faces of his children, the cool demeanor of Miss Montague and most of all, memories of her. Everything in the tree house reminded him of Marguerite, everything on the plateau reminded of her. He promised Marguerite that he would always be there for her and he let her down.
At first glance Marguerite Krux seemed cold hearted and selfish, only able to see number one, yet she had been the one to make him feel whole again. She had breathed life into him, releasing him of the guilt that had continually plagued him. She was gone now, because of his carelessness. This hunting wasn't doing him any good; there was plenty of meat and the list of chores would have to be divided up. Hearing the rustling of bushes around him, John's sixth sense kicked in, as did his rifle.
"You wouldn't want to shoot the mother of your child?" Sabrina appeared. "What in blazes are you talking about? Weren't you warned about going out alone and unarmed?" his patience for her was waning quickly.
"I am not unarmed and I am carrying your child, Lord Roxton," she revealed the pistol on her waist.
"But how, why?" he stammered. "I don't have to tell you how a child is made, Lord Roxton" she smiled seductively, swiveling her hips.
"We cannot do this, I cannot do this" he sat down, in shock. "It's already done, John, what's important now is that we get married" she replied.
"Are you crazy?" he shot up. "If we were in London...." Sabrina started to say.
"This not London and I am still a married man" she moved close to him, her scent driving him crazy.
"Please, John?" she begged, he returned her kiss with equal fervor. "Oh, all right" he gave in.
"There you are John, I was getting worried" George said as they stepped off the elevator.
"Sabrina and I have some news" he said quietly. "Were getting married" Sabrina blurted out. "Sabrina, please" John told her. "What, why, are you serious?" George asked. "And I'm with child" Sabrina told him. Veronica stormed out of the room. "Ned!" she called out. "Uhm, well congratulations" Ned looked uncomfortable as he followed his wife out.
"Wow, big guy, that's kind of cool" Finn said. "Miss Montague, I mean Sabrina, welcome to our family" George remained polite.
"How could he do that? First Marguerite disappears and now he's marrying her and fathering her child" Veronica sobbed in Ned's arms.
"I know, it's not right or fair, but it happened. The most we can do is be happy for him" he told her.
"Happy, happy! The bitch seduces him, Marguerite disappears and all of a sudden, he's acting like a newlywed? That's not right, you know it" her knife hit the wall with a dull thud.
"Sweetheart, I know it's not right, nor is it fair. I know you miss her, we all do. But we have to think of the kids, they are the most important thing right now" he convinced her. "Fine, I'll be nice, just keep her away from me" Veronica said.
Later that day, John quietly approached Veronica as she watched the children color. "Mommy, look!" Arthur proudly showed his mother the picture. "That's wonderful, where should we put it?" Veronica asked. "There" Arthur said. "Then there it shall go" she tacked the picture to the wall.
"Veronica" he said quietly. She ignored him.
"I know your upset at me, you have every right to be upset, you all do. It's only right that I marry Sabrina, she is carrying my child. May I please talk to my children" he begged.
"No".
"Those are my children, Veronica, you can't stop me from seeing them" his patience was wearing thin.
Begrudgingly, Veronica picked up Arthur and walked out. Neither of his children acknowledged him as he sat down. "How would you feel if Sabrina and I got married?" John treaded carefully, anticipating tears. "Like you married Mummy?" Kate asked. "Something like that" he replied. "No" Will said. "Kate?" John turned to her. "No" she repeated her brother. "It would make me happy if you were there" he pleaded.
"Then how you would feel about a baby?" again he broached the subject carefully.
"Like a doll?" Kate perked up.
"More like a baby brother or sister" he told him.
"Oh" the long faces returned.
"What if I gave you something to remember your mother by?" Quickly dashing out of the room, he returned carrying two small items.
"This was one of your mother's favorite" he draped the pearl necklace on Kate's neck.
"Pretty" Kate said.
"Your mother and I used to read this to you when you were a baby" Will eyed the book.
"Daddy, do you miss Mummy?" Will asked.
"Of course, I always will. But I'm marrying Sabrina and you two will have a new baby brother or sister soon" he told them.
"I love you, Daddy" His children climbed into his lap.
John watched them sleep hours later, not seeing Veronica behind him. "Roxton..." she started. "You had every right be angry," he told her. "Even if I did, you're still entitled to your happiness. If Sabrina makes you happy, I can't stop you, no one can" she said quietly. "Veronica, it's not that she makes me happy, I have a duty to fulfill. I fathered her child; there is no way around that" he explained.
"What about Will and Kate?' Veronica asked.
"They understand, I don't know how much, but they understand," he said.
"Whatever happens, were all here for you" she told him.
"Thank you" he replied.
"Good night" she turned and walked away.
"Good night" he took one last look at his sleeping children.
"Marguerite, wherever you are, please forgive me" the last thoughts crossed his mind as he fell asleep.
"Chosen one," her jailer asked. "One last look, please" she turned to him. "As you wish" the jailer disappeared. "I love you" tears streamed down her face as she watched her children, John, the tree house disappear from her sight. "I am ready" the jailer appeared. Led into the chamber, the world grew dark as the jailer chanted, "For seven years she shall rest, revived by her guardian to save the world".
John stood silent as the Zanga shaman chanted and smiled politely at Sabrina. A month had passed; her pregnancy had started to show. His children and rest of the Expedition stood behind them, silent and polite. Grunting, "I do" he politely kissed Sabrina. They spent their honeymoon in the Zanga village before returning to the tree house.
The jailer watched over Marguerite as she slept. Hearing the call from his mistress, he disappeared into a ball of light.
"Is she safe?" Abigail Layton, protector of the plateau asked. "Yes, majesty" the jailer returned to his natural Avatar form.
"You will guard her till she is awakened," she told him.
"Majesty is the prophecy true?" the jailer asked.
"I do not know, only time will tell. If it is not, then we are all doomed" Abigail feared what might happen if the prophecy turned out to be false.
"Return to the chosen you" she commanded. "As you wish" the avatar changed into the form of the jailer and disappeared.
Sierra sunshine, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Barbiedahl, if you loved chapter 2, wait till you read chapter 3.
Kat183, don't worry, Marguerite isn't gone yet, she'll be back.
Karen, you are the best, thank you so much.
The more you guys review, the better my stories become. If you want to send a personal review, my email is di12381yahoo.com.
Chapter 3
"What's all the commotion?" Sabrina asked, walking up from the lab.
"I want Mummy" the Roxton children continued to wail. "I have to go find her," John said frantically.
"No Daddy!" Will and Kate clung to their father.
"I should go with you, Lord Roxton, it's my fault Lady Roxton disappeared, give me one moment to get my cloak" Sabrina said.
Her plan was working. With the spell she cast on the group, they only saw the prim and proper Miss Montague, not the demon in her true form. The note was easy enough; she had delved into the Chosen One's memory to write what would seem to be an authentic letter. Of course, they had believed her, it had been too easy. The Roxton children, especially the girl would be a problem later on, but she wouldn't worry about that now.
"Lord Roxton, whatever I may have said or done to contribute to your wife's disappearance, I apologize," she demurely told him. John didn't hear her. He was concentrating on the jungle ahead. Whoever had taken Marguerite had left a rather obvious trail and when he found her, they would pay dearly; he would make sure of that. "Not your fault," he grunted.
His children's cries echoed in his mind as did Marguerite's last words "Go to hell, John". He had found himself again when he met Marguerite. After years of closing himself up, living day to day just for the thrill of the hunt, she had forced him to reevaluate his life. Beautiful, intelligent, sweet one minute, sharp tongued and shrewish the next, he couldn't imagine his life without her. Now she was gone and he was to blame.
"Lord Roxton, may we stop for a minute, I am feeling rather tired" Sabrina asked. Giving in, he let her rest, scanning the jungle around him, trying to keep his mind off his missing wife.
"John, help me" her voice was heard in the distance.
"Where are you?" he called out. "John, help me" again her voice was heard.
"Lord Roxton, are you sure you heard her? Perhaps it was the wind?" Sabrina slyly suggested.
"Miss Montague, as much I appreciate your help, my wife out there and I intend to find her. If you continue to be a pain, I will escort you back to the Zanga village and they will bring you back to the tree house" he barked.
"I apologize, Lord Roxton, I know how much you love your wife" Sabrina submissively lowered her eyes.
"It's all right, Miss Montague, I shouldn't have yelled" he apologized. "John help me" Marguerite's voice was heard again.
"That way" he pointed to a cave.
Sabrina's breath curtailed. Her guards should have hidden the cave better. She was so close, if he found the cave and the chosen one, all of her hard work would be for nothing. "You don't know what's in there, it could be blood thirsty beast" Sabrina tried to convince him.
"That's a chance I'm willing to take" John charged in. Seeing her chance slipping through her fingers, Sabrina quietly whispered to herself.
"Lord Roxton, wait" she called out, tripping on a root and landing in his arms.
"John" she said quietly. "Sabrina" he pulled her into an embrace as the cave entrance closed.
"John, no" Marguerite screamed from her cell. "Let me out of here, you bastard" Marguerite felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if its very core was exploding. "John" she whispered as the world turned black.
"Marguerite..." John tried to fight against the thoughts being imprinted in his mind.
"Forget Marguerite, I am your woman now" Sabrina's voice echoed in his head. "Marguerite" John again repeated. "She is gone, I am here" the voice soothed. "Sabrina" he repeated her name as Marguerite's voice dissipated from his mind. He pushed her against a tree, pulling her hair out the braid.
"John" she deftly unbuttoned his shirt until her camisole rubbed against his bare chest. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her camisole down to her waist, his hand covering one breast she rained kisses all over his face. They rode together, as one, until they were spent. "You are mine, Lord Roxton" Skathina said.
They spent the next few weeks making love in secret, away from the tree house.
"Uncle George, where did Daddy go?" Will asked as Challenger led the older children in a science lesson. "He went hunting" George told the boy.
"He's been doing that a lot lately" Finn commented. "He's been doing that with Miss Montague, I guess it's because he misses Marg..." George stopped, knowing that any mention of Marguerite would bring tears. "Mummy" Kate whispered.
"I bet Roxton is out there right now, searching for your mother" Challenger tried to calm the children. "Vee, Ned!" Finn called up. "Who's hungry?" Ned asked. "Why don't we see what's for lunch?" Veronica volunteered. "Do you think she is still out there?" Finn asked as they cleaned up. "I don't know. After all of this time, I suppose that one could survive. But on the other hand, there are still many dangers that we have yet to encounter" he said.
Sabrina crept silently from her cot to John's room. She had won; the Chosen One's guardian was hers. Of course he never suspected her, how could he? "John" she roused him from his sleep. "Marguerite?" he called into the darkness. "Dam, he still remembers her. I guess I'll have to remind him" Skathina thought. "Sabrina" John murmured, breaking the kiss. "Who else?" she replied, as he kissed her again, pulling them both onto the bed.
"Mummy!" Will called out into the darkness. "Daddy!" he called out to his father, without a response. Climbing out of bed, he padded over to his parent's bed. "Daddy, I had a bad dream" Will tried to get his father's attention from the doorway. "Daddy, Daddy" strange noises were from his parent's bed.
"Wake up" Will pulled the blanked off his sister's bed.
"I'm tired" Kate yawned. "Scream" he told her. "No" Kate told him. "You can have my sword," he pleaded.
"DADDY!" Kate screamed. "What's going on, what's wrong?" John asked. "What's going on, John, Miss Montague" George exclaimed. "Professor Challenger, Lord Roxton and I...." Sabrina stammered.
Seeing their father in bed with Sabrina, Will and Kate ran toward the rest of the group. "It's ok, sh" Finn and Veronica reached for the children
"Will, come here buddy" John tried to reach for his son, who refused. "Kate?" he asked. She also refused. "I think we should all talk about this in the morning" Ned uneasily suggested.
"Quite right, Miss Montague, please" Challenger agreed as he escorted their guest back to the cot. "Daddy! Mommy!" Arthur called out from the next room as Ned walked out.
"Are they sleeping?" Ned asked as Veronica got into bed. "Yes, finally. You should have seen their faces. First Marguerite disappears and then John in bed with Miss Montague" Veronica felt hot tears stinging her face.
"I always wished for a sister, I miss her so much" Ned's heart broke, seeing his wife in tears. Even on her bad days, Marguerite was considered an integral part of the group. "We'll find her" he kissed her forehead as he too fell asleep.
"Good morning" John said uncomfortably. "Roxton" George greeted him politely. Neither Veronica nor Finn would look at him. "Neddy boy" John turned to the younger man. "Good morning, Roxton" Ned replied. "Good morning all" Sabrina cheerfully greeted her hosts. "Miss Montague" Roxton's face reddened, remembering last night's fiasco.
He needed to get away from the tree house. The hateful looks from his companions, the tear stained scared faces of his children, the cool demeanor of Miss Montague and most of all, memories of her. Everything in the tree house reminded him of Marguerite, everything on the plateau reminded of her. He promised Marguerite that he would always be there for her and he let her down.
At first glance Marguerite Krux seemed cold hearted and selfish, only able to see number one, yet she had been the one to make him feel whole again. She had breathed life into him, releasing him of the guilt that had continually plagued him. She was gone now, because of his carelessness. This hunting wasn't doing him any good; there was plenty of meat and the list of chores would have to be divided up. Hearing the rustling of bushes around him, John's sixth sense kicked in, as did his rifle.
"You wouldn't want to shoot the mother of your child?" Sabrina appeared. "What in blazes are you talking about? Weren't you warned about going out alone and unarmed?" his patience for her was waning quickly.
"I am not unarmed and I am carrying your child, Lord Roxton," she revealed the pistol on her waist.
"But how, why?" he stammered. "I don't have to tell you how a child is made, Lord Roxton" she smiled seductively, swiveling her hips.
"We cannot do this, I cannot do this" he sat down, in shock. "It's already done, John, what's important now is that we get married" she replied.
"Are you crazy?" he shot up. "If we were in London...." Sabrina started to say.
"This not London and I am still a married man" she moved close to him, her scent driving him crazy.
"Please, John?" she begged, he returned her kiss with equal fervor. "Oh, all right" he gave in.
"There you are John, I was getting worried" George said as they stepped off the elevator.
"Sabrina and I have some news" he said quietly. "Were getting married" Sabrina blurted out. "Sabrina, please" John told her. "What, why, are you serious?" George asked. "And I'm with child" Sabrina told him. Veronica stormed out of the room. "Ned!" she called out. "Uhm, well congratulations" Ned looked uncomfortable as he followed his wife out.
"Wow, big guy, that's kind of cool" Finn said. "Miss Montague, I mean Sabrina, welcome to our family" George remained polite.
"How could he do that? First Marguerite disappears and now he's marrying her and fathering her child" Veronica sobbed in Ned's arms.
"I know, it's not right or fair, but it happened. The most we can do is be happy for him" he told her.
"Happy, happy! The bitch seduces him, Marguerite disappears and all of a sudden, he's acting like a newlywed? That's not right, you know it" her knife hit the wall with a dull thud.
"Sweetheart, I know it's not right, nor is it fair. I know you miss her, we all do. But we have to think of the kids, they are the most important thing right now" he convinced her. "Fine, I'll be nice, just keep her away from me" Veronica said.
Later that day, John quietly approached Veronica as she watched the children color. "Mommy, look!" Arthur proudly showed his mother the picture. "That's wonderful, where should we put it?" Veronica asked. "There" Arthur said. "Then there it shall go" she tacked the picture to the wall.
"Veronica" he said quietly. She ignored him.
"I know your upset at me, you have every right to be upset, you all do. It's only right that I marry Sabrina, she is carrying my child. May I please talk to my children" he begged.
"No".
"Those are my children, Veronica, you can't stop me from seeing them" his patience was wearing thin.
Begrudgingly, Veronica picked up Arthur and walked out. Neither of his children acknowledged him as he sat down. "How would you feel if Sabrina and I got married?" John treaded carefully, anticipating tears. "Like you married Mummy?" Kate asked. "Something like that" he replied. "No" Will said. "Kate?" John turned to her. "No" she repeated her brother. "It would make me happy if you were there" he pleaded.
"Then how you would feel about a baby?" again he broached the subject carefully.
"Like a doll?" Kate perked up.
"More like a baby brother or sister" he told him.
"Oh" the long faces returned.
"What if I gave you something to remember your mother by?" Quickly dashing out of the room, he returned carrying two small items.
"This was one of your mother's favorite" he draped the pearl necklace on Kate's neck.
"Pretty" Kate said.
"Your mother and I used to read this to you when you were a baby" Will eyed the book.
"Daddy, do you miss Mummy?" Will asked.
"Of course, I always will. But I'm marrying Sabrina and you two will have a new baby brother or sister soon" he told them.
"I love you, Daddy" His children climbed into his lap.
John watched them sleep hours later, not seeing Veronica behind him. "Roxton..." she started. "You had every right be angry," he told her. "Even if I did, you're still entitled to your happiness. If Sabrina makes you happy, I can't stop you, no one can" she said quietly. "Veronica, it's not that she makes me happy, I have a duty to fulfill. I fathered her child; there is no way around that" he explained.
"What about Will and Kate?' Veronica asked.
"They understand, I don't know how much, but they understand," he said.
"Whatever happens, were all here for you" she told him.
"Thank you" he replied.
"Good night" she turned and walked away.
"Good night" he took one last look at his sleeping children.
"Marguerite, wherever you are, please forgive me" the last thoughts crossed his mind as he fell asleep.
"Chosen one," her jailer asked. "One last look, please" she turned to him. "As you wish" the jailer disappeared. "I love you" tears streamed down her face as she watched her children, John, the tree house disappear from her sight. "I am ready" the jailer appeared. Led into the chamber, the world grew dark as the jailer chanted, "For seven years she shall rest, revived by her guardian to save the world".
John stood silent as the Zanga shaman chanted and smiled politely at Sabrina. A month had passed; her pregnancy had started to show. His children and rest of the Expedition stood behind them, silent and polite. Grunting, "I do" he politely kissed Sabrina. They spent their honeymoon in the Zanga village before returning to the tree house.
The jailer watched over Marguerite as she slept. Hearing the call from his mistress, he disappeared into a ball of light.
"Is she safe?" Abigail Layton, protector of the plateau asked. "Yes, majesty" the jailer returned to his natural Avatar form.
"You will guard her till she is awakened," she told him.
"Majesty is the prophecy true?" the jailer asked.
"I do not know, only time will tell. If it is not, then we are all doomed" Abigail feared what might happen if the prophecy turned out to be false.
"Return to the chosen you" she commanded. "As you wish" the avatar changed into the form of the jailer and disappeared.