I own what is mine. The rest either belongs to Henson & co or British
folklore and Celtic mythology.
Sarah woke up in strange surroundings. For a brief moment, she wondered where she was, that was until the events of the previous flooded back into her head. She was back in the underground, back in the Goblin King's castle. Fear and panic washed over her, like the tide crashing against beach. Anger followed close behind. What was she doing here? What did he want with her? A thousand and one questions invaded her mind. Sarah knew that only one person could give her answers. With that in her mind she rose from the bed. She noticed that she still was wearing the same black jeans and white top from yesterday. So he had not undressed her. She was glad.
She still could see the image of the beast. The blood red eyes that bore into her very soul. The woeful cry that it gave when the horn sounded still echoed in her ears. She had almost died. The tears sprang into her eyes; unable to control them she started to cry. Crying uncontrollably she never felt the hand that touched her shoulder, nor did she reject the warm body that she was pulled into.
After a while the sobs had died down, yet still Sarah did not move away from the warm body that comforted her. She was a stranger in a strange land; a land she once felt was safe, yet it was filled with deadly danger. "Thank you" she said as she moved out of the comforting circle of arms.
"My pleasure" Jareth said softy
"Care to tell me what's going on?" Sarah asked.
Jareth thought for a moment before answering, "I wish I could Sarah. Honestly." He said "But this has me confused."
"But you did drag me here. Against my will if you must know."
"No Sarah this is not my work. Your reason as to why you're here is in the hand of another."
"Is this about Toby? You cannot have him. I won him back fair and square. I beat your stupid labyrinth," She said
"Aye that you did. You are one of a few who did. But this is not some form of revenge. This is something more. Something dangerous." He stopped for a moment to take a deep breath before he continued. "You were lucky last night Sarah, not once but twice. You told me last night about the Barguest."
"A what?" Sarah interrupted
"A Barguest. Then when you slept, a creature invaded my court, to make a claim for you." Her eyes widen in horror at this news but Jareth continued, "Luckily for you both have been killed. But who she was no one knows."
"I want to go home!" she cried
"I wish you could, but until things are sorted," he paused before continuing "Until things are sorted you are still in danger."
Sarah went back into shock and had to sit down on the edge of the bed before her legs gave way. Her face had turned ashen. "Why me?" she quietly asked
"I was hoping that perhaps you had the answer to that" When Sarah shook her head. Jareth knew that she was just as confused as he was. "Sarah please look at me." She did "Sarah the entire underground knows what has happen. Ancient magic was used to bring you here. The Barguest was a creature known only in folklore and legend, yet the body lies in a glen not far from here. A creature as ugly if not more so than any of my goblins invading the Duir Ball. They are scared Sarah and some how you are the key to this.
"I'm just Sarah. A mere mortal, nothing more, nothing less. I'm nothing compared to you. What ever you are." Sarah's anger was beginning to override her fear and shock for which Jareth was pleased about.
"Fae."
"What! Fae, as in fairies?" Sarah asked Jareth nodded
"Yes as in fairies, the Daoine Sidhe, Ferrishyn, the Wee folk. I believe are some of the names that you humans call us." Jareth said with a smile. Sarah's breath caught in her throat when he smiled. Unlike the cruel grins he gave her when she first arrived in the underground, years ago, this smile lit up his entire face. The last of her fear vanished into thin air along with her anger. She found herself smiling in return.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked
"I told you I'm a Fae."
"No not what you are. Who are you?"
Understanding dawned on Jareth at once. She know that until who ever was behind this mess was stopped she would be in danger. She trusted him to protect her.
"I'm Jareth, King of Albion." He said proudly.
"Jareth, that's a nice name." His name on her lips sounded like honey. "Can I call you Jareth?" He nodded "Anyway thought you was the Goblin king."
Jareth laughed, "Only when mortals are wished away by others. My real title is King of Albion." he said
Sarah went red as she remembered what a spoilt little brat she once was. When she had returned from the labyrinth, she had matured. Even forming a lasting friendship with her stepmother. "I really was selfish and spoilt then." she admitted. "You taught me a lot. Thank you."
He smiled again.
Sarah woke up in strange surroundings. For a brief moment, she wondered where she was, that was until the events of the previous flooded back into her head. She was back in the underground, back in the Goblin King's castle. Fear and panic washed over her, like the tide crashing against beach. Anger followed close behind. What was she doing here? What did he want with her? A thousand and one questions invaded her mind. Sarah knew that only one person could give her answers. With that in her mind she rose from the bed. She noticed that she still was wearing the same black jeans and white top from yesterday. So he had not undressed her. She was glad.
She still could see the image of the beast. The blood red eyes that bore into her very soul. The woeful cry that it gave when the horn sounded still echoed in her ears. She had almost died. The tears sprang into her eyes; unable to control them she started to cry. Crying uncontrollably she never felt the hand that touched her shoulder, nor did she reject the warm body that she was pulled into.
After a while the sobs had died down, yet still Sarah did not move away from the warm body that comforted her. She was a stranger in a strange land; a land she once felt was safe, yet it was filled with deadly danger. "Thank you" she said as she moved out of the comforting circle of arms.
"My pleasure" Jareth said softy
"Care to tell me what's going on?" Sarah asked.
Jareth thought for a moment before answering, "I wish I could Sarah. Honestly." He said "But this has me confused."
"But you did drag me here. Against my will if you must know."
"No Sarah this is not my work. Your reason as to why you're here is in the hand of another."
"Is this about Toby? You cannot have him. I won him back fair and square. I beat your stupid labyrinth," She said
"Aye that you did. You are one of a few who did. But this is not some form of revenge. This is something more. Something dangerous." He stopped for a moment to take a deep breath before he continued. "You were lucky last night Sarah, not once but twice. You told me last night about the Barguest."
"A what?" Sarah interrupted
"A Barguest. Then when you slept, a creature invaded my court, to make a claim for you." Her eyes widen in horror at this news but Jareth continued, "Luckily for you both have been killed. But who she was no one knows."
"I want to go home!" she cried
"I wish you could, but until things are sorted," he paused before continuing "Until things are sorted you are still in danger."
Sarah went back into shock and had to sit down on the edge of the bed before her legs gave way. Her face had turned ashen. "Why me?" she quietly asked
"I was hoping that perhaps you had the answer to that" When Sarah shook her head. Jareth knew that she was just as confused as he was. "Sarah please look at me." She did "Sarah the entire underground knows what has happen. Ancient magic was used to bring you here. The Barguest was a creature known only in folklore and legend, yet the body lies in a glen not far from here. A creature as ugly if not more so than any of my goblins invading the Duir Ball. They are scared Sarah and some how you are the key to this.
"I'm just Sarah. A mere mortal, nothing more, nothing less. I'm nothing compared to you. What ever you are." Sarah's anger was beginning to override her fear and shock for which Jareth was pleased about.
"Fae."
"What! Fae, as in fairies?" Sarah asked Jareth nodded
"Yes as in fairies, the Daoine Sidhe, Ferrishyn, the Wee folk. I believe are some of the names that you humans call us." Jareth said with a smile. Sarah's breath caught in her throat when he smiled. Unlike the cruel grins he gave her when she first arrived in the underground, years ago, this smile lit up his entire face. The last of her fear vanished into thin air along with her anger. She found herself smiling in return.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked
"I told you I'm a Fae."
"No not what you are. Who are you?"
Understanding dawned on Jareth at once. She know that until who ever was behind this mess was stopped she would be in danger. She trusted him to protect her.
"I'm Jareth, King of Albion." He said proudly.
"Jareth, that's a nice name." His name on her lips sounded like honey. "Can I call you Jareth?" He nodded "Anyway thought you was the Goblin king."
Jareth laughed, "Only when mortals are wished away by others. My real title is King of Albion." he said
Sarah went red as she remembered what a spoilt little brat she once was. When she had returned from the labyrinth, she had matured. Even forming a lasting friendship with her stepmother. "I really was selfish and spoilt then." she admitted. "You taught me a lot. Thank you."
He smiled again.