Prologue

A slight view of the evening sunset was still peeking through the earth's horizon as he went to go sit down on the large, cool rock. The stars were beginning to peek through the midnight-colored ocean, as the night was beginning to arise. The sound of crickets sang through the night. He looked over at the girl. Though they had just met, he felt as though he knew her for years. She was about his age, maybe a few years older, but that didn't matter to him. For tonight was going to be a special night, just for her.

He looked over at her with a gentle smile on his face. He waved at her, his eyes seeming to glow back at her. They were as unique as he was. The right one was a pale blue; the left was a dark green. The top of his hair was spiked, while the bottom hung loose. Yet, the two styles seemed to blend together into a distinctive hairstyle. He wore a white silk-blouse that had the ends of each sleeve hanging with strands of loose silk-material. The collar of it went down into a v-shape with loose material at the edge. His black leather jacket lay next to him. His tunic pants were black, made to match his jacket, while he wore long black boots over them.

She wore a soft-white dress, the sleeves long; they almost touched the ground. Her dress was ankle length. She wore a silver necklace, which carried a large multi-colored jewel. It had a woman's face made of fine white-gold, while the eyes were made of a red jewel that glowed bright even in the evening atmosphere. There were hands that went around the outside that centered underneath the face. They held a jewel that had a beauty that surpassed the mind. It sometimes would glow brighter than eyes can withstand, but right now it was dim. The chain that held it was made of fine silver yet had a slight gold tint to it. It showed it's age, which brought out its immense beauty. Her hair of white brought out her beauty, and made her glow in the peeking moonlight.

She was now looking over the edge of the cliff; the waves of the kingdom were now dancing on the rocks below. The water was clear enough to have the stars painted on its glossy surface. A smile spread across her face as she looked down and giggled at the site below.

"Jareth," she called, "you have to come and see this and tell me what you see!"

He got up and walked over, standing next to her. He looked down below and smiled.

"It just looks like the ocean on the shoreline," he replied. "Not really anything special."

She looked at him with sad eyes, which now were glossy from tears.

"Then, you're not ready," she answered, sadly.

"What do you mean," he asked, as his head shot over with him now looking at her.

"I cannot say until you're ready," she softly spoke.

She went over to the cliff's edge looking down below.

"Wha-what are you doing," he staggered panic beginning to creep in.

"If I fell, would you catch me?" she asked, still looking down.

"I don't know," he replied. "Aristae please don't!"

She looked over at him with her eyes now empty.

"Until you are ready," she said, trailing off.

She walked off the edge, disappearing.

"No," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The cliff faded, turning into blackness.


Chapter 1

Jareth shot up in his bed, cold sweat dripped down his face. His breathing was deep, leaving him short of breath. He flipped the covers off of himself, as he got out of bed. He looked over at the clock on the wall.

"13-o'clock," he whispered aloud to himself. Some of the goblins were asleep, gathered around his bed. A few were asleep on the edge of his bed. He strategically moved around the goblins in the dark, heading towards the door. He opened it quietly, its hinges creaking. He walked into the hall and carefully closed the door behind him. The halls echoed with the faint breathing of the rest of the goblins. He began heading towards his main bathroom, the door left open.

As he walked in, the movement sensor of his light triggered it to go on dim. He walked over to the sink and turned on the water, splashing the cool liquid over his face. He turned it off and grabbed the towel next to it, wiping his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"It was only a dream," he said aloud. "Don't let it get to you, boy."

He threw the towel in the sink and walked out, the light turning off automatically behind him.

He headed back towards his room, carefully opening the door. He walked in and closed it behind him. The curtains leading to his door-less, open balcony gently danced in the small wind. He headed onto it and sat in the chair near one of the edges. He put his feet up and looked up at the sky.

His mind kept going to the dream. She always looked the same. She looked so familiar to him. He felt as though he really knew her, yet knew that it was impossible.

"Her name," he whispered, "it sounds so familiar. Yet, how do I find out why? How will I ever know?"

One of the goblins let out a loud snore. Jareth looked back and chuckled at him. He was one of the ones who were lying next to him.

"Silly little innocence," he said, poking fun at the small goblin. "Too bad you don't know how to help."

He stood up and went back to bed. He pulled the covers back, got in, and covered himself with them.

"Maybe morning will bring my mind peace," he softly whispered to himself, as sleep slowly enveloped him.

This is one of my first attempts at a romance. I hope you like it! Please leave a review and keep it appropriate! Enjoy!