*Jareth's POV*

Both Sarah and I took Roselea up the stairs to the throne room. She still breathing, but bearly. I didn't know what to really do, I never learned to use healing spells, that was my Mother's field of expertise. I laid her down on a mat on the floor, her shirt red with blood. "Sarah, please stay with Roselea. I need to get something." Sarah then nodded and held on the Roselea's hand.

I ran down some stairs, almost tripped, and went into my secret Library. This place was filled with books because of my mother. I was a book worm in my youth, but never got interested in another book since Roselea was born. She loved when I told her storied when she was really young. She loved every moment. Then I came across a book. The leather cover was green, it was my Mother's spell book. She only used it if she needed a strong potion or a strong spell she couldn't remember. I got it off the shelf and I ran up the stairs to get to Roselea.

The end...