A Prophecy Speaks
a/n: I do not own labyrinth.
Chapter 35 –or- Xandra's March
Queen Xandra of the Tree Kingdom stood on the balcony of her castle watching the dryads load weapons into a cart. The cart was disposable. She was lucky they did not have to take a whole lot of food with them, seeing as the creatures of the woods could live off the land. Clean water and food for her would be loaded into a couple of other wagons, and would not hinder them too much.
The sprites were mischievous and needed to be guarded closely, or else they might leave to go play tricks again. They did not have time for their antics. Jareth had more than likely already left the Goblin City, leaving his mongrel bitch Queen in charge. She was too trusting and too naïve. Xandra knew she would be able to pick the city apart and kill her, and the babe inside her, also. That child would be an abomination, and must be destroyed.
Xandra did not delight in slaughtering actual Fae, but no one would stand in her way. She wanted more power, wanted to rule over those Fae who thought her weak and had taken her for granted. Nogrod would help her do that. Nogrod would mate with her and they would produce heirs. She would never marry, that was not her way, but Nogrod could marry if he chose too. She doubted he would. Nogrod was obsessed with himself and his own power. One day he would die, whether by her hand or by his own madness.
The nymphs were all lined up and ready to go. With their lush bodies and their seductive gazes, they could distract anyone to get close enough to kill with their poisoned daggers. The dryads that were not loading were saying goodbye to their trees and fletching their arrows. They were the most accurate archers in the Underground. And so pretty that no one thought to question them.
The plan was that they would enter at the western gate. With her magic and the sheer number of her forces they would be able to slaughter everyone in the Labyrinth and make their way to the city. The Labyrinth would be destroyed in the process more than likely. Everyone would die.
Xandra sighed and went inside. Tonight they would march out of their lands and into the Goblin Kingdom. She would have what was hers by right. She passed a hand over her brow in exhaustion.