*Jareth's POV*

I was being pulled into the dark, then I hit my back on something made of stone. Then I was then once again chained, but this time couldn't get up. I was chained to this stone table. Then I felt a cold chill, it made me freak right out. Where was I?! Why am I here?!

Then came a dark figure, it's blood red eyes staring into me, a knife was in its hand. "You finally see my true form... Jareth... but it won't last when I get my Flare-bear back into my life." I knew the voice, Elizabeth...

Then I felt the coldness of a piece of metal cutting my shirt. I heard the tearing of the fabric of my shirt as if it was screaming in agony. My chest was now exposed, my shirt ruined... and I saw the blade. Was this going to be my final hour? Will I ever get to see my little Roselea again? If this is my final hour, I want to tell Roselea and Sarah, I love them...

*Roselea's POV*

I ran through the castle, I checked every door. No sign of my father... I needed to find him, he couldn't have gone far. "Roselea, I think I found a clue to where they went." And there was charcoal tracks. "Lets follow them and it should take me to my Father!" And we ran along the tracks. It took us all the way down to the dungeon.

We hardly used the dungeon, we basically threatened with the Bog. But I could hear the cruel and horrid laughter of a female. That must have been Lizzie. She must be in the biggest part of the dungeon.

I ran in and there was my father, on a stone table, chained to it and his shirt ripped. "Let my Father go!!" I bellowed and Lizzie had a blade up to my Father's chest. "Too late little Roselea! He is will be sacrificed no matter what! Prepare to say goodbye!" And she raised her blade above her head...