Chapter One:
Heart on Sleeve Disorder
Jareth was approaching her, the sound of his boots the only proof sound itself existed. A grin crossing the goblin kings lips as he spoke. "Are you ready, dear Sarah, to jump back down the rabbit hole with me?" Sarah watched as he offered his left hand to her his figure statuesque except for his stunning eyes. The green and blue orbs shone with so much intensity she wouldn't dare connect with them. The silence was broken by a familiar purring.
Sarah fluttered open her eyes to be met by her fluffy companion Maxwell. "Good morning Max." She rubbed behind his ears and under his neck. "Time for breakfast don't cha think?" She sat up properly on her bedside examining the space. The apartment was littered with clothes and other miscellaneous objects. There simply was not enough time in the day for cleaning, college, and work. Scratching the back of her head Sarah entered the small kitchen opening first a can of Friskies for Max before helping herself to a generous cup of coffee. Sarah often dreamt of Jareth and his labyrinth. She had emerged from her quest victorious, bringing Toby home safe and sound and yet somehow since her adventure she felt empty and void. As if she had left something behind three years ago. After a quick bowl of cereal and an icy cold shower, compliments of the landlord, Sarah was off to her morning classes same routine different day.
My will is as great as yours dear Sarah. Jareth thought to himself, the fire pit a blaze. He watched the smoke writhing about the air around him, the throne room littered with the bones and rags of a previous night. Why had she chosen the Aboveground to call her home? The goblin king could not comprehend why someone as creative and loving as his Sarah would waste her time in a place filled with clichés and repeated stories. A world so out dated and closed minded that magic, something of the norm for him, was nothing more than myth. During the last three years emptiness had begun to grow in his gut leaving him paralyzed, as if the butterflies which call the cramped space home had declared war against his stomach. Jareth slouched into his throne pondering his options and by the dawn had made his decision. He would wait for Sarah in the tiny box of a living arrangement she was residing in. Being vain of course he walked over to his wardrobe planning his surprise visit within the confines of his mind, smiling all the while.