King of the Labyrinth - Chapter Two
There were only five days until homecoming and sitting at her desk listening to her teacher mumble had never been harder than it was today. Last night, she kept having strange dreams about goblins, fairies, brick walls, and glitter. Homecoming was haunting her, and it was only a matter of time before she cracked.
Her dubious planning with Jareth hadn't been going well either; they continued to argue about music choices, tablecloth settings, and virtually every possible decision, and she was so tired of the fighting. She decided she may well have been over her head when she signed up to participate, but she wasn't going to give. She would only close her eyes for a moment. Strangely enough the first thought that came to her mind was Jareth King in tight pants, a poet's shirt, and a vest as he sat gloriously in a throne swirling a crystal atop his fingers. She groaned as her face lit up in embarrassment. 'Why is he here?' she wondered to herself.
She opened her eyes again and the scene had changed, she looked down to see she was in a rather childish, and yet beautiful gown. She glanced at the mirrored wall she stood next to and stared in awe at her regal appearance. 'Like a princess from a fairytale.' She thought to herself. She turned around and the room was suddenly filled with dancing woman in ball like gowns and men in fancy suits. But what struck her as the most odd, were the masks adorned on everyone's faces. The laughter bounced off the walls as she struggled to get through the crowd. From the corner of her eye, she saw familiar blond hair surrounding a goblin mask.
"Jareth?" she whispered in confusion. She continued to struggle her way through the crowd until someone grasped her hand and pulled it to his own shoulder. She glanced up to see Jareth, and in her surprise, heat once more surrounded her face. The heat smothered her face and began to consume her, why was it so hot? She couldn't say. It was almost like magic, the way she was entrapped in his smoldering gaze but for a reason beyond her thoughts, she couldn't tear her eyes from his. Suddenly the magic vanished as the walls began shaking and she grew dizzy from the heat.
"Sarah!" she heard a familiar voice whisper out. She heard whispering and murmuring but couldn't open her eyes.
"Sarah, wake up!" 'Whose voice is that?' she wondered to her self. She let out a low whimper as she felt the heat smother her again. She slowly managed to crack her eyes open, but tears leaked out.
"..Why is it so… hot?" she managed to mumble through the pressure building up in her head.
"Sarah? Are you ok?" She gazed into a pair of green eyes filled with concern. 'What is there to be afraid of?' she wondered to herself. With a small smile she closed her eyes again. She heard more whispering and then there was a moment of silence. Suddenly without any warning she felt herself be lifted into someone's arms.
"You shouldn't push yourself so hard Sarah, have you even been eating?" she heard the same man whisper. She felt a pair of soft lips on her forehead and she let herself be consumed by the music that haunted her so.