The spell Jareth used was not a simple or easy one. It was a tricky one with multiple parts, excellent for traps. Still, William didn't ask why he used it or how he knew it. He just counted his lucky stars that his companion knew magic at all. Jareth felt lucky too. Not only that his companion was strong enough to wrestle the monsters they met to exhaustion, but also that he didn't ask about the spell.
The caterpillar monsters were simple to deal with. Not easy, but simple. They tired out quickly and couldn't move if they lost their footing. William worried, quietly, what would happen if they met a worse beast. After walking for what felt like hours – the world around them refusing to grow dark or show any sign of night – Jareth finally suggested they stop and rest. Neither of them knew where they were going in the maze of curled glass, and William looked ready to drop from wrestling four monsters.
Neither of them felt hungry or cold, and yet they both wished for a campfire. In that strange, strange world, the familiar feeling would have been a blessing. There was nothing to burn, but they still sat opposite each other, as if both staring into a flame.
Something in the distance wailed, like a fox laughing but much louder and much slower, and they huddled closer together, waiting for the other to lay down and sleep.
Finally, William spoke. "You take first watch. Wake me when you get tired." Then he almost keeled over, finally letting his sore muscles relax.
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Elaine of Antwerd
FantasyIt's been two years since the plague that took out her parents, and now, there's something she must learn... Thirteen-year-old Elaine swore off magic after losing her mother, but as she heals and grows under the guidance of her kind uncles, she deci...
