"Hey, brother, glad to see you're back," Chase said, letting out a deep sigh as his brother's eyes fluttered open.

"What happened?" Chance asked as he grabbed his head, noting how cold he was as he looked his brother over for any wounds.

"You got hit with a nasty assault spell. I've been healing you."

Chance grunted in annoyance before looking around, seeing the enemies standing around them but not attacking.

"What's happening?" He asked, locking eyes with his twin who quickly looked down.

"Chase?"

Chase stepped aside, no longer in his brother's line of sight. Chance's eyes widened as he watched the two great kings battle, a seemingly heartless elf watching over the bloody dance.

"Kaye!"

/././.

Kaye looked out her living room window into the large black and purple storm clouds, the corners of the glass covered in a thin layer of frost. Bolts of lightning split the sky as tree branches whipped about in the wind, slamming into the house, pounding out an angry beat. She felt antsy like she had drunk six Mountain Dew's and ate a whole pan of brownies. There was too much energy bouncing around inside her that she couldn't explain. She could almost taste the power in the air as a large bolt of lightning crossed the sky once again, lighting up the street as though it was daylight. Kaye gasped as she spotted a bird circling amongst the clouds.

Kaye tried to tell herself she was seeing things but that failed as the sky was lit up once again, exposing a pale barn owl braving the storm. Kaye rushed through the living room to the front door, throwing it open before rushing outside, her hair whipping about her face so strongly in the wind that it stung. But she paid it nor the freezing rain that pelted her head as she looked to the sky, hunting for that beautiful bird until the lightning lit up the sky for her once again.

"Jareth…"

/././.

Jareth slid back from the assault from the Fae Kings blade, his face set in anger from showing weakness.

"I really can't believe you are doing this Jareth. I thought you were smarter than this." The king said, waving his free hand at Jareth to send out daggers of ice, only to have them struck back with lightning. Jareth didn't respond as he kept his eyes on his opponent, looking for an opening. He was no longer focused on the enemy soldiers or his own men, but on how cold the room was getting and the damage it could do to Kaye and what he could do to stop it. It seemed the more power he put forth, the closer it felt he was to Kaye's, as though they could just see each other over a far distance. Whatever his King had done, he felt like if he defeated him he could find a way to bring Kaye back to normal. Jareth darted forward, swiping his leg out to try and trip the Fae King as a bolt of lightning shot down behind him to prevent him from moving back. The Fae Kings face turned into one of seriousness as he jumped to avoid the kick, the hairs on the back of his head being singed from getting too close to the lightning. Jareth smirked as he looked up at the king, loving as the man's eyes widened slightly before he swung his blade down in an arch towards the king's leg, slicing through the thigh muscle, blood staining the white floor. Jareth jumped back from his victim to be sure not to be hit with a counter attack.

All the people watching stepped back from the scene, worried about what was to happen now that their king was harmed. But that worry turned to fear as he started to laugh, his head hung down as he touched the wound on his leg. His hand quickly stained with flowing red blood, as his laughter grew and turned maniac.

"Finally! A real fight! Raise your blade Jareth! Only one of us will leave this place!"

/././.

Chance and Chase slowly made their way around the throne room, cautious about being spotted, but it seemed that no one really cared anymore about what they were doing or about protecting the elf that watched the fight with unseeing eyes.

"We need to get her out of here. That was the plan." Chase told his brother who was gripping his sword tightly.

"Try not to fight needlessly."

Chance snorted in response, itching to get revenge on the men that caused him to be wounded and knocked out in battle. He knew that it was one against an endless row of soldiers, but he still felt weak and couldn't stand to be defeated.

"Just keep moving. We need to get her out of here and figure out what spell she is under so we can break it." Chance told him, his eyes darting over to his king who was still in the heat of battle even though he was drenched in blood.

"He has this. Let's do our job." Chase told him, as he followed his brother eyesight before moving ahead.

/././.

Kaye ran into the storm, not caring about the rain or the cold, even if it felt as though her fingers were on fire and she couldn't feel her face. She needed to catch the owl. She felt as though if she could make contact with the owl that somehow everything would be okay. That she would be able to prove to herself that she wasn't crazy and that Jareth was real.

Kaye rushed through the empty streets and toward the area where she had first seen him. She needed to get closer. As she ran, she felt her feet grow cold until they felt as though they were burning as well. It didn't make any sense for it to suddenly be this cold. It was as though it was negative degrees outside as the lightning filled the sky. Kaye's eyes widened as she kept running.

The Fae King.

She remembered.