Ok, so, here's chapter 2. Took me a few tries so, you better like it or else...I will wish you away to the Goblin King...on second thought I'll dump you in the bog of eternal stench.
"I wish the Goblin King would take me away."
Jareth followed the summons to Sarah's bedroom where he wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl. Years of abuse had somewhat broken her stubborn demeanor and Jareth could see a bruise or two behind the badly smudged makeup.
Jareth knew that over the past few years Sarah's stepmother had been taking advantage of her the last few years. Anytime she wasn't in school she was cleaning, cooking or looking after Toby, until she was finally thrown out of the house. She'd bartended to pay for college and rented a tiny apartment in the middle of a not-so-friendly neighborhood. Now, she'd wished herself away to him and everything was finally going to be ok. He was going to treat her the way her family did. She was going to be his queen. It would all be alright.
He could feel her heart beating a strong, steady rhythm while she cried into his shoulder.
"Please, Jareth, take me away," she begged.
"With pleasure," he whispered. He meant to transport them to the throne room, but must have made a mistake in his magic because they ended up right in front of the castle.
The entire Goblin City was covered in bodies. Dwarves, fairies, elves, fae, and humans all with their glassy, lightless eyes reflecting the grey sky.
Sarah pulled her face out of his shoulder and visibly jumped and flinched when she looked around at all the bodies lying there. Her eyes widened in horror and she ran off into the crowd, presumably to find her friends, but she suddenly stopped and fell onto her knees, covering her face with her hands.
Jareth walked up to her and kneeled down next to her when his own eyes opened in horror. Two women were laying there, their eyes wide and frightened, their hands bound and throats slit.
One had long, curly, light-brown hair covering her face. Her hands were bound behind her back; her dress stained at the neck with her own blood.
The other was a blonde. Her hair waved around her face accenting her beauty and innocence. Her face was pale. There were still tear tracks on her cheeks. She, unlike the brunette, was covered in bruises, cuts and scrapes. Some looked only days old, others clearly had healed over the course of weeks, months and even years.
Jareth put his arms around Sarah but she flinched away. "What have you done?" she demanded. He looked confused.
"What did you do to them?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Yes you did. You're the reason they're dead!" With that, Sarah ran away from him, through the gates out of the city and disappeared into the labyrinth.
Jareth woke up shaking. What was that? The images of the two women dead had shaken him to no end. He certainly didn't want the war to end like that. He'd done everything to avoid using the pass guarded by the fairies, but it seemed he would have to declare war on the Fairy Kingdom if was ever going to win against his parents.
He slowly got up. It was still dark outside. Jareth made his way slowly to his meeting room. It was empty, but he didn't expect anyone to be there. He looked at the large map of the Underground on his table, trying to figure out if there was a way to go through the mountains without using the Fairy Pass. There wasn't any. Not unless he wanted his army marching for an extra three months around the mountain range. Damn the topography of the underground.
Someone knocked on the door. "Come in," Jareth called.
A small goblin came in. "This just came for you, majesty," he said, holding out an envelope.
"Thanks," he said coolly, hoping it was the information of whose side the elves were on. He ripped it open. A neat, handwritten note was written on the paper.
Jareth,
I know I risk everything by sending this to you, but I know you too well to think you're going to attack us directly without me saying it is ok. Make no mistake; I want this war about as much as you do. Jareth, attack us. It's the only way to get the information regarding Evanescence you seek. Even then, you won't know everything. I think the High King and Queen need a lesson in meddling with other people's lives, don't you? We'll make it through this war and when it's over, we'll finally sign that treaty. You're the lock in securing peace in the Underground. All we need is the key and there won't be any more wars. I swear. I wish I could promise to see you again, but I know better.
I love you,
Charlotte.
Jareth sat back in horror at what Charlotte had said to him. "No," he whispered. "Oh…no."
"Sire?" his general Gimlet asked.
"It's Charlotte," Jareth replied. "She gives us the go ahead."
"What?"
"I know." He sighed. "What do you think?"
"I think we should. She knows what she's doing."
"Does she?"
"Jareth, you underestimate her abilities. She's smart, happy and a well-liked queen. If anyone knew how to regain peace, it would be her." gimlet rolled his eyes.
"I know she does. "
"Tell you what: give me two weeks. The Fairy Kingdom will fall with minimum damage and we continue this war."
"Are you that heartless?'
"No. I'm just not emotionally involved. I see this as duty, not self-betrayal."
Jareth rolled his eyes. "Are you done?"
"Yes. Now, what's the plan?"
"Take over the Fairy Kingdom, teach your parents a lesson on annoying us, go home."
Jareth almost started laughing. Instead, he let out a short chuckle. "You make it sound so easy."
"That's because it is. We meet up with our allies on the other side of the palace, where you return to battle, and we kick some High King butt."
"You have been in the human world too long."
"That's what happens when your mistress is human," Gimlet said, shrugging. "Beautiful girl. Plenty of fire still there."
Jareth sighed. "Alright then, you attack the pass, I'll join up later."
Gimlet nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
SO...what do you think? Let me know! PLEASE! (I'll give you a cookie)
