Chapter 3
"Okay which one of you tells the truth?" Dalamar asked the things in front of him.
"I do!" They both said.
"Then which one of you lies?" Dalamar asked.
"He does!" They pointed to each other. Dalamar sighed. This was going to be a long day.
"If I tell you that I think he tells the truth, and you lie, what would you say?" Dalamar asked the blue one.
"uh, you're wrong!" the red one nodded in agreement. Dalamar smiled.
"Then which door is it?"
"Not this one!" The blue one warned.
"But this is the one I want," Dalamar protested.
"Crazy mages," the blue one muttered as the door opened.
As he dropped down into the shaft of helping hands, he ordered them to go up. He shot up fast, coming down twice as fast. He hit his head on the sandstone, and lay on the ground, unconscious.
Raistlin moved to the next book. He had learned so much here. He could now use magic in the Underground, though sparingly. He figured he could stand to live here id Dalamar failed, which, in his mind, was very likely.
Jareth smirked as he saw Dalamar get knocked out. It was easier than he had ever thought.
When Dalamar woke up, it was dark. He carefully walked along the tunnel, emerging some time later in the moonlit junkyard.
As his stomach rumbled, he started looking for something to eat while he traveled through the junkyard, going away from the castle all the while.
Dalamar picked up an apple and inspected it. It looked alright. He bit down, just as he remembered what had happened when Sarah had eaten the peach. His eyes widened, but it was too late.
The sky spun as Dalamar slumped onto the junk pile.
A/N: Well, that's it for now. Here's a little poll. The next chapter will be based upon the results.
Should I tie this story to the Jareth's Gone/ Traitor's Still storyline. I mean, should I put Shenya and Sarah and all them in here? Tell me what you think.