“Have at it, brother,” I said as I stood aside gesturing his approach to Agatha. Jareth laid down his weapons and approached the witch with open palms. The witch growled and breathed heavily with excitement at Jareth's arrival.
“It is unwise to approach me unarmed. Are you sacrificing yourself to me? To our glorious and omnipotent Goddess Hel?” Jareth smiled with his s**t-eating grin.
“Not today I'm afraid but I thought it wise to bring something to your attention.” The witch closed her eyes shifting her head back and forth. When her eyes opened the white glow was replaced with ice blue eyes.
“Where am I? Why am I hanging here?” We were all suddenly very confused, even the complexion of the witch had changed; warmed from the nearly pale blue skin we saw before.
“Maaike?” I asked.
“Who
