At the edge of Apocalypse. . . · 6:27am Apr 8th, 2018
She shook as the implications of what was said were finally made clear.
"But. . .I promised. Remember? Our. . ." Her voice shook as she looked at the calm expression of her friend's face.
"Haven't you learned anything yet? Chaos is about to reign supreme, and we have a chance to stop it, here and now. You'll be breaking that promise either way." He responded softly. "I know you never asked to be queen. But this is what it means to decide the fate of more than yourself. You have to, Athelyna. Simple as that."
She sobbed quietly as she raised the old scepter in her hands. "I. . .I wish it didn't have to end. . .like this. . . I'm sorry."
Despite what every fiber of his being screamed, he cracked a smile. "Lyna, don't forget me."
"Jareth, I-" Athelyna went to speak, before the scepter in her hands lit up, and shot a beam of energy at the man in front of her.
Many minutes passed before the hall echoed with the sound of the scepter clattering to the floor. Next to it, Athelyna dropped to her knees. Quiet sobbing followed soon after.
As the dark red sun of the last day set, three words could be heard inside the castle at that moment.
"I love you."
And this is why Malum's story takes so long.
My brain would rather develop a fantasy epic.
Also, friends and possible lovers discussing intentional murder, followed by Jareth being shot by magic.
Only question is. . . .
. . . .What spell was shot at him?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Does this Jareth have an impressive moose knuckle like the one in labyrinth?
4835796 Jareth has no relation to the Jareth in the Labyrinth.
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I was making a joke
4836047 Oh