Chapter 3
"Politics make strange bedfellows." -Charles Dudley Warner
"Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven." -John Donne
Shenya awoke in a dark, grimy cell, furnished with a bed, a bowl of water and half a loaf of moldy bread.
"Where am I? Ugh, and what is that smell?" Shenya looked around at the other inhabitants of the cell. Or rather, former inhabitants. The rotting corpses hung from iron shackles along the wall.
"Nastiness! Where is he?" She asked to no one in particular, referring to Dirpeck. The cell door opened, revealing the mage and the fae lord.
"Hurry it up, Old One, I am anxious to proceed," Arkus drawled as the mage chanted and blew power onto Shenya. Then the mage left, leaving the fae and the girl alone.
"What do you want with me?" Shenya asked. Arkus smirked, and carried her over to the bed. Shenya fought with all she could. "Nononononononono," Shenya moaned as the lord managed to shackle her hands onto the bed.
"Oh, yes, little one. Soon, I shall rule over the Goblin Kingdom, and there is nothing anyone can do about it," Arkus replied with a smirk, taking off Shenya's shirt and tossing it on the floor.
[The following scenes are protected, for the sake of Shenya's and her family's honor.]
#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
"Find her! And hurry up, you big brutes!" Jareth shouted to the Renamai, which are the biggest goblins in the Underground, and the smartest. They ambled off to Gobston Corner, looking for Shenya.
Jareth sighed and sat back down on his throne. He had been trying to figure out who would want Shenya, and for what purpose. She was no longer his first heir, so that ruled out that possibility.
"Don't worry, Jareth. I'm sure the Renamai will find this mage." Sarah said kindly, walking into the room. Jareth still brooded.
"Even if they find this mage, I doubt they'll be able to contain him. And it might just be a trap, with Shenya as bait for me, or I would go myself." Jareth replied.
He sighed again. This was going to be a very long day. And he had already sighed twice. 'I think that's a record.'
&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{&{
Dirpeck hummed as he walked up to the mage. Son he would get his reward.
"My Lord says to inform you that if you get any of the king's children, there will be double reward. Triple if you get both." The mage said.
Dirpeck's greed ran great. And he had never given either of Jareth's children reason to distrust him. It would be too easy.
"When do you want them?" Dirpeck asked.
"Sundown," came the reply.
&D&D&D&D&D&D&D&D&D&D&D&D
A/N: Evil Cliffie! Anyway, I would like to know what you think of my smilies. They're the chapter dividers like the one above, if you turn them sideways. They reflect the mood at the end of the section. As for everyone out there, screaming for Dirpeck's blood, his time will come. Maybe in chapter four or five. I am currently accepting methods of torture for Dirpeck. Feel free to give them to me, and I'll give credit to those which I use.
Replies:
MorganLeFay99- Well, we all have to sleep sometimes.
Wings- If you insist, I will insert you in the story as one of his many torturers. or maybe even his killer.