Amarantha stretched her legs. Her all body was aching after sitting long hours in the library and trying to study "History of using lizards in black magic". It was pretty late and it was getting dark; she should go home. She put  the book back among another humorous novels, took her exercise book and her pen and slowly walked towards the exit. At that moment all the lights in the library were gone and total darkness surrounded her. The air was suddenly thick and she heard a strange whisper. "What the...?" Amarantha turned around, but she could only see darkness. Suddenly there was one single beam of light. Just one. And a male figure in it. "Jareth! What does this mean?" "Good evening, Amarantha," the king answered coldly. "I brought you here, because I need your help." He had caught her attention. "You have one kind of magic I can't do," Jareth continued and kept coming closer, his arms crossed. "I need one of your spells." Amarantha shrugged. "Why not... but why do you need it?" "I've been trying to essentially reduce... the work of one special group. That's why I need this favor from you. As a reward I'm offering you... let's say... I'll make the transformation spell available to you." "What kind of transformation spell?" The girl was interested. "You will be able to turn into any bird you want. Enough?" Amarantha considered it. The offer was more than fair. "Okay," she nodded, even when she didn't quite understand why Jareth needed a spell of hers. She only could do one and it didn't seem to be suitable for the occasion he mentioned, but... "Where and when?" Jareth took her arm and then they were both standing on the hill in front of the Labyrinth. "This is the best place," he pointed. "You can start." And with this he dissappeared. Amarantha shrugged and started her job. She concentrated... "Mice? She created one hundred mice?" Jareth was mad with rage. "She was supposed to cover Labyrinth with memory spell! Everybody was to forget about it!" "Don't be upset," his friend tried to calm him down. "You should have asked, what kind of spell she does. How could you mistake her for somebody else?" "Their damned Internet nicks! Half of them call themselves the same name and nobody calls himself what he should!" His friend shrugged. "You should be glad it ended this way. Imagine mistaking her for somebody whose specialization was love spells." Jareth swallowed.                                                       THE END