I have attacked Jareth's hair twice
A strange list member has appeared in the Labyrinth
We still don't know the list member's name
A villainess with plans for expansion is setting up Jareth
We can't figure out what the woman is, she seems to have some kind of powers
A tabby with an attitude thinks Jareth's hair has to go
We now have an escaped cat, an unconscious woman, a desperate Frost, an insane queen, Jareth running to the salon, and a goblin in a peach tree.
Now on with the story. . .
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Mistakes and Mishaps part 5
The woman awoke to a dismal grey room. Stone walls rose high above her on all sides. She couldn't see the ceiling and choked down a feeling of claustrophobia when she realized there were no doors or windows. She couldn't remember getting here and she couldn't figure out how she was going to get out. Wincing at a stabbing pain in her lower back she forced herself to rise and steadied herself against the wall. Walking slowly she examined every inch of the wall her two foot five frame would allow. She could find no openings or cracks. The walls were perfectly solid. Rage welled up in her chest and she shrieked and lashed out at the wall totally unprepared for the sharp sound of shattering glass as the walls and the world fell down upon her.
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Jareth paced about his throne room in annoyance. He was still no closer to figuring this woman out. He had locked her away where she couldn't harm anything while he tried to decide what to do with her. He had tried to send her home only to be repelled by what ever strange magic lived in her body. The sheer power of it had disturbed him when she had given them that little performance before fainting from the strain. He was fairly sure that she didn't know what she was doing and had no control over it but he couldn't figure out how a human could have such power.
He growled and whipped his cape about causing it to snap and flared about his body. The room was totally devoid of goblins as he had sent them all on the search for that damnable cat. How dare such a creature even touch his hair, let alone try to rip it out as that miserable animal had. He would have the tabby's hide for a pair of boot toppers before the night was done, he was sure of it, that infernal woman be damned! She could stay in that room forever as far as he cared, as long as he didn't have to see her ever again.
He cried out as the ground suddenly shifted and he lost his footing. The sound of shattering glass reached his ears and winced. Reaching out he grabbed the edge of a desk and pulled himself up. Glancing out the window he froze in horror. The entire outer wall of the Labyrinth was shattering into a million pieces. He watched as the walls closer and closer to the castle broke apart into a myriad of shiny spears that glinted in the sun. He closed his eyes and willed for the destruction to stop. To his surprise he no longer had any control over the destruction of his lands. It was as though some one else were running things and had shut him out. But that was impossible, wasn't it?
Not knowing what else to do he whirled about and took to the air. The white owl floated up from the window and watched as the goblin city, then the castle itself shattered and fell to the ground with a deceptively soft tinkling. He swore he would ge to the bottom of this, even if it were the last thing he would ever do.
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Queen Aurora opend her grey eyes and smiled.
It was time.
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The owl had just reached the outskirts of the Labyrinth when it was hit by the first blast of cold wind. Shrieking in surprise he banked and tried to regain his height only to discover that the air had become unbearably cold. Interesting, he thought, the land never gets this cold. The owl barely had time to dodge the ice crystal that had been meant to impale the bird. Flapping his wings to gain a safer altitude the owl was surprised when two cross winds blasted him and sent him tumbling about. Never before had the winds attempted to thwart him. He could smell the chill in the air and suddenly knew who was behind his kingdom's destruction.
The owl watched as grey clouds swept over his destroyed kingdom and began to cover everything in a thick layer of ice. Crying out in defiance he turned and flew as fast as he could towards the warmer lands of his brother determined to return with an army to take back his land.
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Aurora watched the white owl try to out run her winds. She laughed as the owl was knocked about and fluttered about vainly. He wouldn't get away. She would not allow such a thing to happen. Raising a hand she summoned an ice storm and sent it after the fumbling creature. She chuckled as the owl became spotted with red as the ice tore into its back and sides. She watched as it lost altitude and energy until it was doing less fly then gliding. He would never make it to the Fey border. The Goblin King would soon be a frozen bird in a dead land.
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