hey everyone well this is my very first fanfic so read and review please. I would just like to say I own no characters in this story cept for Alyssa. kk well I would also love to thank my lovely beta Phantom she is the best helping me and all. so on with the story
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"What are you watching at that has you staring so intently, my son?" an older fae, who had suddenly appeared within the Castle beyond the Goblin City, questioned.
Jareth had been watching one of his many crystals and was startled by the sudden intruder. "To what do I owe this lovely visit your majesty, High King Oberon?" Jareth asked with a flowery sweet voice that would have sent chills down his subjects' spines.
"Dose a father need a reason to visit his son every once a millennia?" Oberon asked with a twinkle in his eye. He and his son had played this game of words before though Jareth had seemed to get better at it each millennium when his father decided to visit. Sighing, Oberon chose his words carefully. "You know exactly why I am here, Jareth."
Nodding, Jareth threw his crystal at his father while conjuring another with the same image. "Here, have a look. This is my chosen one," he stated rather proudly and with a grin. Oberon took the crystal and saw a young girl, no older than five, playing with a dark haired woman in a park on what seemed like a spring-like day. "You do want to ask how, don't you father?" Jareth read his fathers expression with narrowed eyes. "You forget that humans grow faster here than they would aboveground."
Oberon nodded his head. "How do you intend to bring her here if you can not take her?" Oberon asked, throwing the crystal up in the air and watched as it popped like a bubble.
"I shall take care of that," Jareth said and smiled with an evil grin. He stared deeply into his new crystal. "Sarah still keeps the book." His father somewhat gasped. "I shall have my goblins place it in Alyssa's reach."
"But the girl cannot wish herself away, my son," Oberon warned. "Do you still mess with a certain blond haired boy, whose dreams you have been tainting with nightmares of that one girl who was wishing him away, so much that when he reads that book he shall say the right words instead of those written in the other book?" Oberon questioned with an evil grin of his own and another twinkle in his eye that had sent a shiver down Jareth's back.
"You know me too well, father," Jareth agreed and with that, he waved his hand to force the crystal he had been holding to disappear. "Come father; let us have a front row seat to today's events." He turned into a great snowy, white barn owl and flew out the nearest window while his father morphed into his matching grey owl form, following not too far behind him.