Okay everyone, I am back! On with the story. Thanks for all the kind reviews with the last story. I hope this is as well received. Don't worry, I will stay true to Sarah and to Jareth, the sexy beast. Keep reviewing, it helps me write and think of new plots. P.S I don't own the Labyrinth
Once upon a time, not too long ago, a child was born. It was a girl child. A beautiful girl child with dark brown hair and deep emerald green eyes.
The child was an orphan. Her mother was not known. She was born and then she was placed in an orphanage a few hours later. She was abandoned so quickly it seemed that she came into being on her own. The nuns of the orphanage cooed over her. Such a pretty baby! Fate could be cruel to parentless infants, but this one it seemed would not be parentless for long. Who could resist such a pretty child!
The child was like any other child, or so it seemed. She laughed like any other child. She smiled.She slept like any other child. She dreamed. She cried. She did everything that a normal child was suppose to do.. From outward appearances, this child was a beautiful child, but also very normal.
Or so it seemed.
When the child was bought out for viewing, the couple who hoped to adopt her, marveled over the perfectly formed limbs and the pretty pink seashells that were her ears."Look at her eyes" the husband whispered, "How beautiful and dreamy they are! She is going to become an actress!" The baby began to clap her hands together and gave a squeal. This was not some fairy tale foundling that had desperate need of a fairy godmother, oh no. This was an absolutely normal child.
Or so it seemed.
The child was bought home and placed within a light airy room. A crib had been placed near the windows so that the child might look at the trees swaying outside.The parent's of this girl had bought pink toys and a pink layette set for the crib. This was their first girl child and they had wanted her to have every comfort. The parents doted on the girl for a little while, making her laugh and smile before they tucked her into the crib for the night, pausing to kiss her on the forehead and turn off the lights. The adopted mother paused outside the door for a second before she closed it. She looked in the direction of the sleeping baby and gave a contented sigh, "You are ours now" she said with a smile. The adopted father patted his wife on the arm before ushering her out and closing the door.
The child lay still in the crib. She didn't coo when the wind began to blow the tree outside the window. Instead she curled her tiny hands and watched. From the distance an owl hooted and appeared on the tree branch outside. It's black eyes darted around until it found the child.
The sky blackened and a there was a flash of lightening. The window opened and a gust of air blew through the room. The child remained silent in her crib.
From out of the darkness, a leather boot stepped into the room, followed by another. A man in a dark cloak walked into room, spilling glitter as he went. His eyes were like no other human being's. His eyes were fey.
Walking closer to the crib, the man, or the fey being, stretched forth gloved hands. He leaned over and deftly picked up the silent infant.
"Sarah" he breathed. The infant cooed and tried to gasp hold of the fey's shirt. "I know, I know, little one" Jareth whispered gently, holding the baby close to him, "If your eyes could talk, they would say my name. They would say Jareth." Jareth bounced the baby gently, calming her agitated squirming.
"You are mine" Jareth vowed. "Someday you will come back to me." He looked at the green eyed infant in his arms. His eyes closed and a lone tear trickled out and slid down a sharp cheek bone. "You are mine, forever."
Jareth laid a kiss on the baby's forehead and then with the greatest care, laid her in the crib. He smoothed the blankets and stepped back. He snapped his fingers and two small goblins appeared. They giggled madly at the sight of him, but Jareth raised his gloved hand and they cowered low to the floor.
"Sire" one of the goblins rasped. The other one stood mute beside him, bobbing his hairy head madly.
"Watch the baby. Never let her out of your sight. Watch the parents also. It's not likely, but they could say the words. Parents are so fond of wishing away their children these days."
"Yes sir, yes sir!" the goblin squeaked excitedly.
"Shut up!" Jareth snarled and gave him a sharp nudge in the side. "And whatever you do, watch the baby. Make sure no harm comes to her. And for goodness sake, stay out of sight. Don't draw attention to yourself...or to her." The goblins nodded together and then slithered quickly out of sight, blending in with the toys in the room. Jareth looked at them with distaste. He would have Didymus or Hoggle come and tend her, to keep watch over her and protect her, but their absence from the Underground would be noted. These two goblins were like any one of the hundreds that dwelled in the Goblin City. They wouldn't be missed.
Jareth looked at the now sleeping child in the crib with a wistful expression. "We may have to wait until you can talk for you to say the words my precious Sarah." He walked to the window and it opened. His cloak swirled around him as he prepared to shift to his owl form, "No matter. Its only forever my dear, really not that long at all."