Week 2.
This is week 2 in Jareths castle. He hardly ever lets me out. I think he expects me to practically beg his goblin king butt, but I will not give in. my name's Sarah, and a week ago I turned 19, was abducted and taken to the goblin king castle, but all in all, it was a great birthday. The "goblin king" likes me. I know that. But he doesn't need to make me feel guilty that I cannot return his feelings. Trust me, I tried to love him, but somehow it always ends with me stalking of to my room and crying my eyes out until I can no more. I sleep like this most nights, knowing that I am a heartless person, which I can't even love a man who loves me so much it hurts. I don't think Jareth knows how I feel, and I sincerely hope he does not get his hands on this diary. I decided to keep this diary so I can vent my feelings out, it feels like the only thing that listens to me is goblins and you, and seriously, goblins don't make very good conversationalists.
Today I kind of snuck out to the stables, again. You see, I love horses, and have been riding all my life, but somehow, Jareth thinks I will break my "fragile body" as he calls it. So what if the other day I came back with a bruise from my hip to my shoulder? As I was saying, I snuck out riding again, and I have been riding Jareths old war horse, going on what the stable boy said. I was looking at all the beautiful horses in the stalls when I saw a secluded stall off the side away from all the other horses. I wandered off and took a peek inside. He was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. I was perpetually confused as to why he was all alone. I sat on the edge of the fence for a while, I had a few sugar cubes in my pocket that I'd stole from the kitchen, I held them out with my palm facing upwards. The gigantic horse slowly walked over to the edge of the stall and sniffed my hand.
"Come on boy, I won't bite." I reassure him gently. He snuffles up all of them, and looks at me, expecting more, I laugh,
"Sorry but that's it!" I giggle. I gently stoke him on the nose and he leans into my touch, I sadly think it must have been awhile since he was last patted. I wondered who this strange beauty was. I called over one of the stable boys. He was quite good looking actually, with short blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, he could easily make any girl other than me swoon.
'What's your name boy?' I ask.
"T...t- Tom, ma'm." he stutters.
"Call me Sarah." I smile. "Now what's this old beauty doing all alone?" I ask.
"Well, Sarah, that's Althalos, Jareths war horse, and since there hasn't been a war in over 10 years, most people consider him retired." He says with a sad smile.
"I would like to ride him. Please." I say in my sternest voice I can muster.
"um. I'm not really sure about…. Um… I'll go get your gear!" he says once he glimpses my scowl. He soon returns with all the necessary gear. Tom saddles Althalos and I climb on. I felt a bit nervous about riding a war horse that must have fought many battles, but I trust Althalos. Tom led me into the meadow near the stables, and I was free.
I had never felt the way I felt then, with the wind rushing in my ears, the saddle underneath me, the way I felt was, indescribable. I think Althalos was enjoying it more than I was. He galloped across the meadow like nothing else mattered but the dirt underneath his hooves. All my problems were gone. I didn't have to worry about Jareth, about love,hate, or my family. It was just me and Althalos. Flying, soaring.
I can't quite remember how long I rode for. I could have gone for all day for all I care. But on that ride, I didn't think, and every once in a while, its good not to think.