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Jareth
Jareth was scared of his own shadow now. He cowered in the corner, even though this was his own room. He felt a feeling in his chest and face, and stopped breathing for a moment. Before he knew it, he was crying. His room didn't seem like his own. His objects didn't look like his objects anymore. All he wanted was to curl up and sleep. He wanted to sleep and sleep and never wake up, but the voice wouldn't let him. His tears gained confidence.
"There, now, Infante. You are going to be King one day. Come on, stand up." The voice said, soothing.
But Jareth didn't care. The voice was just that, a voice. In his current state, everything was just as it was, itself. He looked at his hand and saw meat on bones. Smooth elongated masses, growing from a central shape. Why was he human shaped, when he wasn't human? Would he grow up to be a goblin, just like all the other children that he knew? His tears halted. Goblins weren't so bad. They were loyal, and constant, and you could always make them do things. Goblins were Jareth sized, and he didn't have to look up at them. Not like the King. The King was tall, and thin. The King looked down on him, even when he was sitting. And the King was always sitting. He never ran up to Jareth, never picked him up. He never took Jareth walking. He always watched, though.
"Infante, now don't you feel better?" The voice started singing a low soothing melody, which Jareth found to be completely monotonous.
The only time that Jareth was free and unobserved was in the forest. The King didn't know about the forest, but Hoggle did. Hoggle was a dwarf, and he knew how to get around the Labyrinth. He was the one who showed Jareth the forest, where fairies were wild and would be so sweet for a little jam. The goblins never minded anything that Jareth did. He could kick one one day, and then the next day they would be friends again.
Life might not be fair, but at least he had his friends.