AN: Hello. This one was inspired by one of my dreams and I have big things planned for it so hopefully you guys will like, read and review it. I look at my other stories and see that there are many who have favourited them but not reviewed and it breaks my heart (over emotional fool cries) because I don't get to find out what people like and don't like, it gives me no motivation so please review this one.
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing other than the storyline of this story and the origional characters. Although if I had a wish I would wish for Jareth )
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby...
This is the story that many of you may know and sure it did take place and the beautiful young girl saved her baby brother from the clutches of the Goblin King, she did learn the power of words on her journey through the Labyrinth and she did come to appreciate her brother but what she didn't she was what many of us saw. She didn't see the look of pain on the Goblin King's face as she walked away from him in the crystal ballroom, she didn't know that he had kept a watchful eye on her throughout her travels, she didn't realise that the Labyrinth posed no real threat to her and she certainly didn't see how his heart broke when she had said the words.
Maybe the Goblin King was more complicated than that and didn't want her to see the pain he had buried deep inside. She would have known if she had remembered. If only she had remembered their past...
The sight that was currently visible was not a very common one. The High Princess was known to be a young gentle tempered beauty with bright emerald eyes that searched for peace and beautiful dark locks that reached a few inches below her shoulders. But she was storming through her father's gardens looking every inch the frightful leader that she should be, she was after all the heir to the High Throne.
"Princess, you are not allowed. You're father said it was inappropriate." bellowed Gerald, the Head of the High King's Army, following the Princess through the gardens to the Army's quarters.
"Oh so he wants me to be incapable of defending myself if we were to get attacked by an enemy!" she stopped walking suddenly and whirled around in anger, her hair smashing her in the face due to the strength she had swung around with. The look she gave to the man could kill. She looked into his ever young face and into his wise bright blue eyes. It was only because of his eyes that she could realise how old the Fae truly was, compared to him she was a child and he did have the tendency to remind her of that at times when he felt she was being particularly unreasonable.
"You are perfectly capable of defending yourself child, or have you forgotten all the years you have spent practising?"
"Father doesn't know about that though, or does he?"
"I may have let it slip but I was unaware of your desire to maintain it a secret" She gave an exasperated groan and turned back around to start walking towards the huge shed that the Army used to keep their weapons and practise. Her mood was in direct contrast with the beautiful weather in the Fae Kingdom. Where the sky's were blue and the grass as green as only grass can be the Princess was sulking and looking miserable even in her just-below-the-knees magnificently simple summer dress of pale yellow.
"I can never do anything right can I! Do you think it's right? Should I not be allowed to learn the art of sword fighting just because I'm a girl? It's not fair!"
"Sarah stop that! Regardless of what I think I am not your father and so I can't make that decision for him now stop behaving like the child you were 50 years ago and act like royalty!"
That certainly caught her attention. Gerald was like her uncle, very dear to her and when he got upset the story twisted into something else entirely.
"Fine I will behave but only if promise to continue my training" the girl had practically gone to her knees begging him "please, I won't tell him and you won't tell him so he won't find out. Please"
What could he do when the girl was begging so he gave into his fatherly instincts towards the child.
"Alright, but keep that mouth of yours shut. Your father could have me stripped of my position and put in the dungeons for the rest of my existence."
"He wouldn't do that"
"I know but lets still not try his patience and attempt to at least pretend to be good."
They both burst out into laughter. They both knew how often the Princess got what she wanted and if it were a competition the Princess would have won against her father by now.
"Well at least-"Someone's screeching cry of pain interrupted their conversation as they both rushed towards the sound. It was coming from the Army quarters.
As they neared their destination the sound of the cry became louder and soon Sarah could see two guards beating a man with their fists who was trying to fight them off. As the man regained some strength in the unfair battle another guard joined the three and beat the man to the ground so he was lying face down into the grass with one guard holding his hands and the other holding his legs.
The two guard started lifting the man forcefully and began dragging him to the gallows at the side of the Army's shed which was seldom used but looked like it would be put into use today as the third guard reached it and prepared the noose to be put around the man's neck.
Sarah leaned towards Gerald and asked "What has he done?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen him before"
Sarah looked at the man again. He looked badly beaten and bruised. Blood was dripping from his blond messy hair and his white poet's shirt was torn to rags and covered in dirt and his breeches too were ripped from the bottom. He didn't even wear any shoes but as the guards climbed the gallows still holding him there was a moment when he looked up and Sarah looked into his eyes. His eyes were mismatched, one brown and the other blue and he begged for mercy.
A guard began tightening the noose on his neck, the other bound his hand behind his back as one reached for the leaver which would open the trap door sending the man into his death.
"Pull the-"
"Stop!" The Princess shouted as she rushed towards the gallows and gestured for one of the guards to step down from the gallows to stand in level with her.
"Why are you hanging this man? What has he done?"
"We were given orders by the King, your Majesty. This is a mortal and he was found roaming our city. The King ordered him dead so he wouldn't be of harm to anyone."
"Is that his crime or has he done something that's really punishable by death?"
"That is all Your Highness"
"Well, that just won't do" she said with an overconfident aura around her "Bring him down" she mentioned to the other two guards who were still standing beside the man on the gallows.
Ater a confused look shared between then the two guards untied the noose from his neck but let the tie at his hands remain and brought him down from the gallows making him stand directly in front of the Princess.
"What's your name?"
"Jareth"
"Jareth what?"
"Jareth King from England" His voice too like his clothes was ragged possibly from screaming.
"Princess what are you doing! King Oberon's orders must followed" Gerald reminded her as he was pulled out of his stunned stance which he had gone into earlier at seeing the Princess save a peasant.
"Gerald," she began as she faced him "we are not here to kill people. He hasn't done anything or nothing that I know of so I'd like to ask my father, is there something wrong with that?"
When she received no answer Sarah told the guards to follow her with the man now known as Jareth to the throne room where she knew her father would be.
This wouldn't be easy but Sarah knew she could help the man if he truly was as innocent as he seemed. But there was something odd about him. He didn't seem guilty and so he wouldn't be in her eyes until proven so. The task she had set out for herself was a difficult one but she certainly knew and was motivated to win it and so she would.
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