I apologize to those of you who were waiting for me to update this - life has a way of wiping out...uh, what was I saying??
Anyway, still don't own Jareth or Sarah but the rest are all me! ;-) Please remember to leave your review so I have the ability to continue!
Kaladin and Jareth stood stoic while the sun rose. The plan was simple. Jareth simply needed to go above to find Sarah again by following her family lines.
According to the Ancients, souls stay within groups and were recycled into a new body when there was a need. The child soul of two souls would always remain connected to the union.
Jareth broke his silence as the sun finished rising over the eastern mountains. In a quiet whisper that resembled more of a prayer, "Souls united never divided." Kaladin turned to face Jareth. This was uncharted territory for Fae or Elf. Never before had a soul passed through the vale of death without death's knowledge.
Kaladin wisely suppressed a chuckle thinking to himself, "Leave it to Sarah to find a way around everything, including death." He turned around and bowed to Alana and Tobias who were just about to finish ascending the hill. Jareth was the first to shift and take flight with Kaladin right behind him.
Alana spoke to her brother, not taking her eyes off of the owls for a moment. "Do you think they will succeed?"
Tobias did not answer at first, putting his arm around her shoulders. He hoped they would be – but what if they were? The consequences of either outcome could be very heavy. Surely Samhain had heard about the Goblin Queen's passing by now and would be doing his best to search her out.
Letting out a sigh at the feelings she was sure her brother shared, she whispered, "Let's just hope so for his sake."
Tobias turned his sister to face him and held her close, from here he could see the wisps of smoke from the pyre. ""Father succeeded once in bringing a mortal woman here Alana. Her blood runs through our veins and in this land. All we can do is hope that he and Kaladin are right about this."
Shifting back in front of the Grand Palace, Jareth and Kaladin opened the doors and walked in to the throne room. "Lord Jareth." The servants whispered amongst themselves.
Odin heard the rumblings behind him and turned to see his nephew standing in front of him. Immediately his face softened and he opened his arms. "Come boy." He commanded. Jareth hated being called "boy" but Odin had called him that all his life. Obediently he embraced his uncle.
Odin whispered to Jareth, "I'm sorry Jareth, her loss is one that will mar the Underground for many years. Take heart that her contributions to your kingdom have given many hope and comfort in the past and will continue on for lifetimes to come."
Jareth pulled away from his uncle, but Odin's massive hands were still on Jareth's shoulders. "Uncle, I request a word in private chambers." Odin nodded and gestured toward his private quarters on the left.
"I shall follow you in a moment Jareth." Jareth bowed and exited the throne room with Kaladin following behind him.
At this time there was no intent to ask Odin for any help, merely to see what he may have heard from servants that had been to Samhain's domain to deliver messages. Secretly Kaladin hoped that Odin would tell Jareth that this was not possible and that he should return to the Goblin Kingdom and his children, but Odin had a reputation for softness, especially where mortals were concerned having a mortal wife himself.
Lost in his thoughts and grief when Odin came into the room, Jareth startled and dropped the crystal that he had been using to try to find Sarah's soul lines. It hit the ground and bounced, rolling to Odin's feet.
Odin picked the crystal up and looked at it. Raising an eyebrow and cocking his head (a trait that Kaladin knew was too well) he looked up at Jareth and said "Sit." He paused a few moments and then sat across from Jareth still holding and examining the crystal. Eyes glistening with tears that hadn't spilled over, he looked up at Jareth who was doing his best to hold his head up high despite the tear rolling down his left cheek.
"Uncle," Jareth began, "I cannot live the rest of my life without her by my side. I want to invoke domesticus anima and I need your help." Jareth stretched his hand out and the crystal left Odin's hand and returned to Jareth's. He cradled it gently and rested it next to his heart.
Odin's thoughts drifted back to when his own beloved Diana was failing and he rested his head in his hands. She hadn't made it two hundred years in the Underground and though he loved her and though of invoking the Ancients, her suffering at the end had forced him to just let her go. He'd remarried and had children, but with a Fae woman this time - Tiana was fantastic but no where near the love of his life.
After a long pause Odin spoke, "Jareth, this may be testing the limits of the Ancients." His head was still down as he began to chant the words that were outside of Jareth and Kaladin's knowledge. Raising his head and hand, Odin retrieved the crystal from Jareth's grasp and pressed it against Jareth's crescent pendant.
Odin pulled his hand back and in place of the orb was a crystalline heart, which Odin placed in Jareth's gloved hand. "You will not have much time to find her Jareth. This will help you ensure that it is Sarah's soul that is present. She will have no memories of you or the Underground, until you give her this. Keep it next to your heart and it will guide you."
Jareth and Kaladin rose and turned to leave. "Jareth." Odin called out and Jareth stopped. "Good luck Lord Jareth – may you find Lady Sarah quickly." Nodding, Jareth held the crystal up to his pendant, which opened its arches to hold it fast.