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Bloody Kitsune: I think we might have four more chapters to go for this year maybe? One dealing with the whole Sirius bit and the basilisk. The others are still somewhat up in the air, so I'd be willing to slip something in if you ask. Maybe some Pasta killing if I'm asked.

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Jostanos: Somewhat right, Jost. The unexpected consequences will be explained later on once third year rolls around which will be quite a lot of fun to be honest. Almost as fun as the tournament to be honest. Anything you'd like to see happen in second year? I need to flesh out a chapter or two.

FANactic Writer: Not a lot, we will be learning some stuff though

Labyrinth of fae

After a week, Calla was able to walk around though she needed to use a cane to help her get around and a goblin to keep her from stumbling since her sense of balance was off. Even with her fae magic slowly returning, she couldn't sense anything now which left her off balance in a way she'd never been before and prone to panic attacks if someone wasn't around to distract her from the fact some vital part of how she understood the world was gone. She was shown to one of the few gardens within the Labyrinth that no one outside of those with Jareth's personal permission would ever know the existence of. The minute she entered it saw the hybrid going almost boneless as the sheer life energy within the garden promptly rushed through her. Despite the fact her ability to sense being absent, she could feel everything within the garden.

Calla heard a laugh and opened her eyes despite not knowing when she'd closed them. Leaves and branches belonging to the trees within the garden met her eyes, she realized that she'd collapsed onto her back at some point. Probably around the same time she'd closed her eyes, she mused almost distantly. Turning her head as she listened to the laughter, she found Jareth walking towards her down the garden path. He smiled brightly down at her, "Enjoying yourself, Sprite?"

"What's going on?" Calla asked as she breathed freely for the first time since she'd exhausted her fae magic.

Jareth reached her side, "You're fae half is rejoicing in being within a part of our homeland."

"Homeland?" Calla slowly sat up and took the hand that Jareth offered her, "We have a homeland?"

"All beings do," Jareth helped her up and led Calla through the garden, "Among the fae, our clan usually lives within the realm of Spring Woods where life energy is at its peak. This specific garden is a piece of our homeland that I took with me upon leaving the Spring Woods, I come here whenever I become homesick or am hosting some of our kin,"

"And some part of me recognizes this," Calla murmured softly looking around them in awe.

The garden was like a miniature forest filled with plants that Calla had only read about in books or seen in the few times that Jason brought something back from a trip into the Fae Realms. Animals rushed around in their daily life not seeming to take notice of the two walking among them. Jareth spoke as they reached the middle of the garden, "All fae no matter the other species diluting the blood will always recognize their homeland. The innate magic within their homeland connects with them and from that point on, they'll always be able to find their homeland no matter what."

"Does Papa have something like this?" Calla asked as they entered a large clearing dominated by what looked like an odd oak tree.

The bark was a deep incandescent pink that seemed to shimmer between red and purple. The leaves were a mixture between dark blue and light pink with every shade of color between the two present within the leaves. Greenish gold sap leaked from the bark, a soft breeze slipped through the leaves bringing with it a scent that seemed to be a mix between honeysuckle and orange blossoms. Something about the tree seemed familiar though she couldn't figure out what, she walked towards it not really noticing Jareth releasing her hand. Reaching out, she pressed her hand to the rough bark of the tree as Jareth told her, "Close your eyes, Sprite. Let the world around you fade away and just go with the flow, I'll keep you from getting lost."

Closing her eyes, Calla took in a deep breath of the sweet tasting air and let her body go somewhat lax. Foreign energy slowly began to tease her senses, it coiled around her body almost playfully as it seeped out of the tree. A sense of ageless wonder seemed to emanate from the tree as the energy poked and prodded at her in as if attempting to figure out just what she was. She giggled a bit as it tickled her magic and sent out a small tendril of her magic to brush against it. The energy coiled around the tendril and began to investigate it like a puppy finding some new smell. After a few moment, it followed the tendril to where it connected to her magical core and began seeping inside.

Slightly alarmed, Calla almost jerked away from the energy only for Jareth's magic to keep her from moving. The magic of her uncle soothed her alarm as the energy seeped from her core into the entirety of her body. The energy didn't linger anywhere save for her scar which it poked at. She could feel her mother's magic again which made the hybrid a lot less anxious about the foreign energy running around her body. The soul-pieces magic made her want to puke and seemed to make the foreign energy angry. It stabbed at the soul-piece sending small bolts of pain through her where it was connected to her. To the surprise of the hybrid, the energy seemed to bite and attack the soul-piece making the connection it had to her body start to crack.

The foreign energy retracted moment before Jareth pulled Calla away from the tree and she found herself being sat down on a wooden bench she hadn't noticed before. She looked at Jareth through bleary eyes, "W-what was that?"

"I can't quite explain it, but I tend to call them Devon," Jareth smiled as he poked at her scar with an amused smirk, "Devon just helped me figure out just how that wretched soul-piece is connected to you. Did it hurt?"

Calla nodded slowly, "Not too bad, it made my head hurt though. The connect started to crack."

"I'm aware," Jareth grinned brightly, "And I now have an understanding of how to get rid of the soul-piece,"

"Can't Devon just keep doing whatever it is?" Calla asked him with a small frown.

Jareth shook his head, "Not if you want your mom to not vanish into Devon."

Calla looked at him in confusion, "How would that happen? Couldn't they just take the soul-piece?"

"Since it isn't the whole soul, Devon would either have to take yours or your mom's," Jareth answered as he stopped poking her scar, "Seeing as you're at least half-fae, Devon won't take your soul unless they have no other choice. Your mom is human though and already without a proper body,"

Calla scowled at that, "So what happens now?"

"You take a nap in the garden since it will help replenish your energy somewhat," Jareth answered as he moved back, "I go get your deal old Dad and discuss what I've discovered. If we can figure out a working solution and nothing causes us to backtrack too badly, you should be soul-piece free in a year or two,"

"What on earth did that book do to you, Little One?" Calla looked up from the book she was glaring at to find Candy Pop strolling into the Labyrinth's library.

"Why the hell are there eighty-two seperate ways to greet various species of fae and a further two-hundred depending on where you stand with them?" Calla asked as she set the book down despite the urge to burn it to cinders, "Furthermore what the hell is all that crap about licking someone's cheek if you like them? Why in the creators name would I do that?"

Candy Pop stared at her for a moment before chuckling earning a scowl from the hybrid, "Most of those greetings can just be tossed out unless you're dealing with the older generations of fae that don't exactly like leaving traditions behind. The licking thing is mostly for animal based fae especially those from deeper in the fae realms among the tribes."

"Do I still need to learn this then?" Calla asked while throwing the book a glare since her head was starting to hurt from trying to memorize all the greetings.

"Yes, but you probably won't need it until your sixteen," Candy Pop answered earning a groan followed by Calla thumping her head against the table, "Just be happy that you've got time to learn this now rather than wait until then and have to scramble,"

"What's so important about me being sixteen? I thought eighteen was the whole adult thing," Calla asked rubbing at the spot where her head had hit the table.

"That's normally when the various fae children are introduced to the various courts, it's mostly to ensure that everyone knows who they are," Candy Pop plopped onto the chair across from Calla and picked up the book she'd been reading, "It's also has some form of political aspect that I never really cared to learn mostly because I'm not able to venture into the fae lands without the bitch queen attempting to gut me,"

Calla grimaced at that, "I'll have to learn those stupidly complex dances, won't I?"

Despite what most would think, Calla despised dancing though she wasn't bad at that. She saw it as a waste of time mostly because there were always better things to do. Politics were a lot more fun for her, she enjoyed twisting people's words around and weaving people into a complex web that they wouldn't realize they were stuck in until it was too late. Candy Cane was to blame for that alongside her habit of gathering blackmail. She didn't use this skill most of the time mostly because it wasn't worth it and children were far too easy to manipulate into doing things. There was also the fact she still needed to work on her skill, she wasn't as good as Candy Cane and probably never would be.

"Yup," Candy Pop snorted at her, "Just think of it as improving your natural grace and helping you with future jobs, a lot of the dances require flexibility after all and you can never be too flexible,"

"Do you think Cane would care if I dragged Viv and Hermione in on this?" Calla asked him deciding that if she had to suffer, they would as well.

"I think she's already planning on including them," Candy Pop eyed her with a smirk, "Not Luna?"

"She enjoys dancing," Calla grimaced as she said that, "How on earth she could find it fun, I will never know,"

"Dancing can be fun if your partner is good enough," Candy Pop shook his head when she gave him a look of disbelief, "Do you want to take a break and go-"

"Yes!" Calla cut him off, "If I have to study anymore without a break, I'll end up going insane,"

"You don't even know what I offering," Candy Pop said as she stood up.

"Don't care," Calla took the book from him and bookmarked it before beginning to pull on the Incubus, "Anything is better than that,"

Candy Pop looked at his sister than at Calla who was laying on the floor and groaning in pain. He commented, "That was excessive, Cane."

Candy Cane had spent the last two hours thoroughly testing just how bad off Calla was without her sensing ability. Needless to say, the little hybrid had gotten her ass kicked multiple times over though she still retained some form of skill even if there was difficulty backing it up. Candy Cane shrugged lightly, "Better we know just how bad off she is now than later on when there isn't anything we're able to do to help her, I prefer the kitten being alive and in pain than dead. Though," She walked over to Calla and began scanning the child, "I admittedly could have gone a bit lighter this time."

Candy Pop shook his head as Night Terrors grumbled, "She has a point, but seeing the Doll in this position sucks."

'Agreed,' Candy Pop muttered back at Night Terrors as he walked over to where Calla was laying on the floor, "How are you feeling, Little One?"

"Like LJ's minions stampeded me and Toby managed to light my muscles on fire," Calla looked at him, "Still better than studying,"

Candy Pop burst out laughing as Night Terrors snorted, "Never thought I'd hear the Doll say something like that."

'You can't really blame her though,' Candy Pop pointed out as his laughter began to slow, 'Fae are fucking insane after all and learning everything about their traditions is hard,'

"Alright, Kitten," Candy Cane shot him an amused look as she helped Calla sit up, "Thankfully, you don't have any broken or cracked bones. Bruised ones yes, but a simple potion will clear that up. Nothing got torn either which is good, you're definitely going to be feeling this for a few days though,"

Calla grimaced at that, "Joy."

"For now, we'll get you set up in a bath and I'll get the potions you need to take," Candy Cane giggled softly, "Now let's get you up,"

By the time Calla had recovered from overusing her fae magic and it had mostly recovered, she had discovered a few things about fae culture and the Labyrinth. Depending on the part of the fae realms they came from, a fae had certain areas that they'd feel more comfortable in like Spring Woods fae and woodland areas. Fae all had some ability to sense things in some form. The Labyrinth continually changed and the atmosphere within was heavily affected by Jareth's emotions. The Labyrinth was a realm all its own and not even Jareth knew what all was inside of it save for a vague impression. Other than that, she'd learn quite a bit about other things as well and got even further on her non-magical schooling.

Calla was very glad to come back to Hogwarts especially when Chang and Edgecombe got on their knees before Luna in the common room begging for forgiveness. Luna looked at her as she stopped walking in the middle of the common room to watch the spectacle with visible glee, "I think they've learned their lessons for the moment, Cal."

"Are you sure, Luna?" Calla asked as she walked over and practically bared her teeth at the two witches on the ground who flinched away from her, "I'm sure we could still have some fun,"

"I'm sure especially since they'll likely forget at some point and try again," Luna's smile was serene as she peered down at the paling witches.

Calla gave an exaggerated sigh, "Such a shame, I picked up some new things while with my family. Oh well, I'll just have to use them at a later point," She bent down to look the two witches in the eye as she hissed, "Go after any that I've claimed as mine at any point after this and I will make this seem like a pleasant dream."

They nodded with terror in their eyes and quickly took off. Vivian let out a bark of laughter while Ron shook his head lightly, "It's good to have you back, Cal."

"It's good to be back," Calla replied as she turned to them, "Want to head outside? The weather is starting to become warm again after all and it would be a shame to waste such a nice Saturday inside,"