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Disclaimer: I do not know Labyrinth! Though I could most certainly enjoy having a Goblin King for a friend!
Chapter 1 - The Reunion
Darkness. All around her, threatening to suffocate her. They kidnapped her, dragged her through town, and brought her here...wherever here is. The moment she was thrown in the car they were immediately bound and blindfolded her with silk.
She did her best to fight them and look at her now. Completely at the mercy of two unknown men. Sarah Williams, Champion of the Labyrinth and mortal girl of the aboveground world was tied to a stone slab like a pig for slaughter.
She could vaguely hear their cruel laughter as she starting screaming again.
Jareth, King of the Goblins, Lord of the Labyrinth, and Master of Dreams….Was bored to tears. 'These court functions are always so stale and repeated-over and over,' He thought to himself.
Standing in the shadows of a lover's alcove watching the dancers twirl by, he stood waiting for a decent time as a king he could escape. Feeling a small hand tap his shoulder, he turned, wishing to himself someone would call him for a whished away child.
"Father-Mother, how good to see you. Enjoying your ball?" Jareth said, as courteous as he could muster.
The High Queen smiled at him. Softly saying, "Jareth dear why are you hiding over here in the corner?"
She softly brushed her red as fire hair from her small oval shaped face. Jareth had to admit, she had great taste. Tonight, in honor of the union for more years that he himself had been alive she wore a gossamer gown of pure white silk fitted to her lithe form with beautiful lilies woven into her hair.
Next to her, the High King wore robes of red, yellow, and orange for all purposes looking like a dancing fire. His long, white blond hair was tied behind his back with a red ribbon.
He held his Queen's hand, a half smirk on his face as he watched his son. 'Goddess knows how he hates these balls' he thought to himself.
Jareth had attended tonight in the Kings Regalia-the formal armor given to the King of the Goblin Kingdom. From the tips of his pointy boots to his long cloak he was surrounded by black leather.
Looking over his son's shoulder he could see every fae woman in range staring at his son with lust.
Jareth conversed with his parents a moment more before they disappeared again into the party.
He tugged on his gloves, still praying for a runner so he could escape this maddening affair.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the gaggle of women slowly moving towards him.
He took a step forward when a searing pain flooded across his entire body, almost bringing him to his knees. Trying to control the pain, he stepped back into the alcove as his parents came right behind him.
The sight made the High Queen start weeping immediately- Jareth, her son, the King of the Goblins was on his knees fighting surges of pain. The High King dropped his wife's hand going to Jareth at once.
Once in range, he reached out to Jareth; grasping his hand and pulling his son to his feet. He held him steady-waiting for him to control the pain.
"Son, what is happening?" The High King asked.
Jareth's face darkened. "Someone is torturing My Sarah. I must go - forgive me."
The High King smiled darkly, "Go my son. Save the girl." With those words, the Goblin King vanished.
The High King turned back to his bride, "Regina, my love, thank you for shielding the alcove. No one needs to know what's happening for now."
Dropping her hands, The Queen looked u at her husband. "Luc, what is happening?"
Luc, High King of the Fae, turned back to her, "Someone has found the Champion of the Labyrinth."
Jareth felt it the moment it started. Not only was someone torturing His Sarah but they were trying to draw out her latent power. The power HE gave her. As he teleported to her side all he could think was, "Hold on, Sarah. Just a little longer."
When Jareth opened his eyes the sight in front of him tore his heart in half.
He had teleported to Sarah, her pain a condiut between them. He was standing in an underground crypt, candelabras gracing every wall with red candle wax dripping down. In the center of the room, surrounded by a red pentagram was His Sarah.
He started toward her, completely undone by what they had done to her. She was bound arms wide apart-legs together to the stone underneath her. Between the ruined silk of her blue dress he could see bruises blossoming across her pale pink skin. Her arms, legs, and torso had multiple long cuts along her body.
When he stepped onto the pentagram reaching for her he heard a long, low growl start behind him. Turning slowly, he spied a large, beautiful black wolf.
Slowly the wolf moved from the shadows, staring back at Jareth with piercing ice blue eyes, his black fur ripplying around him. The wolf stopped a mere two feet in front of the Goblin King-never breaking eye contact.
After a long moment, Jareth couldn't bear it anymore. "I must heal her-she is in so much pain."
The wolf nodded, moving around to stand beside Sarah's right arm. As Jareth released her hands, the wolf slowly licked her hand letting out a soft whine escaping the large wolf.
Sarah started to whimper causing Jareth to start humming, hoping he could keep her calm til he could get her in his arms. He slowly pulled her bruised body into his arms, holding her with more care than a father holding his first child.
He seated himself on the stone slab, placing a pale pink crystal on her chest. Letting it slowly absorb into her body-healing the worst of her cuts. As her wounds began to heal, Jareth sang a sleeping spell into Sarah's ear-pushing her into sleep.
Once finished healing the worst of the cuts he turned to the wolf. "Well Lupo, let us leave. Are you coming?" The wolf, now named Lupo, placed a paw carefully on his leg. The Goblin King smiled at the wolf.
"First to her. Then we deal with the threat." As the two shared a malevolent smile the Goblin King, his Champion, and the wolf vanished in a poof of glitter.