A/N: I know I know, it's been far too long! I don't have much of an excuse aside from life and a massive artist block! I couldn't think of anything creative in any way, shape, or form... I know this chapter is fantastic, SORRY! But I do hope you all enjoy anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth.
Chapter 7
Those Eyes
Warmth from the mid morning sun shown through the cold stone window and upon a polished table adorned with plates and platters of fresh fruit and simple dishes to break the fast of the Goblin king whom now sat utterly un-amused at the head of the table, waiting for his wayward ward who apparently had no concept of time or flat out didn't care.
The little pip at times seemed more trouble than he was worth, as was the same as the first time he came across the boy. However, what he did then was not to get Toby as it was to get his sister. And now, well nothing much had changed. Taking in the boy was more to honor the labyrinth champion than it was for Toby himself.
But Jareth had to admit, he does have a certain fondness for the lad. Even when he's absurdly late…
Half an hour had gone by since he sent a simple goblin to investigate the prince's where abouts. And so the age old saying "if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself" came into play.
Down the hall the king's boots clicked along the corridor with an even beat. All seemed an eerie quite in the castle, there was not a goblin nor chicken in sight; which began grating on Jareth's nerves. Something was not right.
His suspicions were confirmed when he entered the hall where the prince's room as located. Scores of goblins ran about in a panic, talking so fast it was more gibberish than anything, it was total chaos. All came to a screeching halt once they caught sight of his majesty. Nearly each creature in said space as still as statues, gobs hanging open and eyes the size of saucers. Nothing but silence.
The corners of Jareth's mouth twisted downward in annoyance, gloved hands on his hips, one eyebrow sharply cocked, the expression on his face would say it all for most to understand but for goblin's, one must vocalize.
"And what the bloody hell is going on?" his voice cracked like a whip in the still air.
The phrase "I should have stayed in bed" was now coming to mind of the king as the goblins now only began all talking at once, they began to swarm him; he felt like a over worked nanny to several dozen brain damaged children.
"Quiet!" he shouted in frustration, whipping out a hand, finger pointed at the most intelligent looking goblin in the hall. "You there!"
Four other goblins around the intended one each pointed a gnarly finger to themselves in question.
"No, not you" The four looked at one another than back at him, now three. "No, not you either. The one picking his nose" He pointed again. Two hands fall down only to have nine more pop up.
"No! I want the one over there!" Several more hands shoot up.
"Stop that!" Jareth snarled, and all hands went down.
This was getting him no where. Alright, new tactic. Snatching the closest goblin to him, he raised to the level of his face by the collar of it's tatty shirt. "Now, tell me what is going on."
The little creature gulped nervously, and opened his mouth to speak but only managed to squeak before any words came.
"Um uh well um…sir…your majesty sir…er…um.." He mumbled.
"Out with it" Jareth growled.
"Prince Toby is….um…uh...er…well he's...um…" The goblin's eyes shifted and looked anywhere else but at his king.
"What of him?" Asked Jareth.
"He's um…missing…" Answered the goblin, awaiting being dropped kicked out of a window.
Simply dropping the poor goblin, Jareth stormed into Toby's empty room. He is his sister's brother and there was no two ways about it, and no goblin, dwarf or beast would do to bring back the prince. No, he would have to do it himself, even if he had to drag him back kicking and screaming.
And when he did, there will be hell to pay!
Without warning, Jareth strode over to the glass doors leading to the balcony. Swinging them open, a great gust of wind blew past the doors, whipping the curtains wildly with white downy feathers blowing around the room before dying down to a gentle breeze.
Toby is in for it now..
Over in Sylver Ston, the blazing star was now directly over head; noon day was upon the town.
Sarah and Myla began they're shopping as they did once every week. Usually for food, fabrics, and a few odds and ends.
The girls were now well known in town, through not by true name. No, the towns people fondly gave them each a nick name; Raven and Snow. So called for their hair.
Armed with a wicker basket each, they made they're way through the shops; the bakery, where they would bread so fresh it was still hot, and then the butcher for the best cuts of meat, and few others shops before hitting up the market stalls along the main street.
It's where all the excitement was.
Merchants, dealers, and peddlers from near and far could always be found in the Sylver Ston market, they sold just about anything there. Pervaded you had the coin for it. But for Myla and Sarah, coin was no issue.
Along the rows of market stalls, the girls wandered happily. Never a disappointment, the sights and sounds were amazing even to regulars of the market.
It was not just the thins being sold but the sellers themselves, such a cultural hot spot was a welcoming place for all. Though in all the variety of beings, the girls looked like no other. So close to so many species yet so different. But the towns people did not ask their lineage, only assumed perhaps they were fae or elven half breeds. It mattered little, as the girls were a means of money to them.
Through the people Sarah navigated her way with Myla at her side. Both clad in simple short tunic with breeches and boots. Dresses… not in either taste of the girls.
Stall after stall, cart after cart, they wandered. Myla found a leather worker quite to her liking but Sarah's attention was else where.
There was one stall in particular that caught Sarah's interest. Charms, potions, and elixirs', is what the man called out to attract business.
Sarah pushed her way through the crowd, leaving Myla to look at a leather worker.
Bottles, medallions, and various other things, Sarah couldn't resist her curiosity as she fingered through them.
"A fine morning' to ya' young miss. " Greeted the seller.
"Good morning" Sarah replied politely.
"Might I interest the m'lady in a love potion eh?" The clerk grinned with a wink.
Sarah chuckled softly, shaking her head "No thanks."
" A charm then?" he said, pulling out a box full.
Sarah reached over, picking up one after another for a quick look see before shaking her head once again.
"Ah I see m'lady must 'ave finer taste yeah?" The clerk quickly put the box back, and then pulled out yet another box back from behind the stall. "Some of me finest work" He said proudly, opening the box. Inside laid some beautifully crafted charms, the vibes of true magic resonating from them, not like the others.
Carefully shifting through them, Sarah picked one up, it had a familiar feel to it. A thing, a strange but comforting feeling. Just a round marble like bobble of sorts on a chain, so small.
"Ah, it's dreams m'lady is after. This here charm helps to make all ya' dreams come true, that it does." He stated with a sharp nod.
"Dreams" Sarah whispered allowed, with a pang in her heart she handed back the charm. She hadn't any dreams anymore. With cold eyes she looked at the merchant, giving back the bobble. "A useless charm for me" She said nonchalantly.
The seller looked at a loss for a moment "Maybe a simple good luck charm is what m'lady needs!" he said, shuffling about.
Now dangling in front of Sarah was a simple silver iridescent abalone shell like charm with one loop to attach on whatever she wished, a necklace, a bracelet, or something else.
"What is it?" asked Sarah, intrigued.
"This m'lady is the scale of a dragon" He answered with awe.
Maybe a good luck charm is just what she needed, she thought. Yes, it's exactly what she needed. Good luck was always…well a good thing to have! "How much?"
A great big smile spread across the clerks face "seven pieces"
"Seven? A little much don't you think?" Sarah snorted and turned to leave.
"Wait! Half price for the beautiful lady, what do you say?" Slightly desperate move on his behalf. But completely oblivious to the smirk on Sarah's face as her back was to the clerk she just played like a fiddle.
Sarah turned back, a sweet smile along her lips "Done!" and with that she placed a few silver coins in the seller's hand, as he put the charm in her own.
"Lovely doin' business with ya'!" he chimed as she walked away.
Sarah walked along slowly, distractedly, back toward her companion. Toying with her new trinket in her fingers, wondering is it would actually work.
Her booted feet on auto pilot, she walked on in thought until suddenly hitting a hard mass head on, knocking her backwards, dropping her charm and basket.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly as she scrambled to get her belongings, not even looking at whom she had walked into. "I wasn't watching where I was going" she spoke honestly.
The creak of leather could be heard as the stranger bent down to help pick up her things. "No harm done miss" replied a masculine voice, a gloved hand outstretched toward her with the dragon scale in it.
Gently taking it, she looked up. Sky blue eyes washed over her like the waves of the tropic ocean, warm and friendly, with a smile to match. "Thank you" she said, tucking the charm away.
His hand still out stretched, Sarah took it with another thank you as he pulled her to her feet.
"Sorry again, I should have paid attention" she smiled shyly.
The strange young man was tall, and fit. Long blonde hair tied behind him, fair skin, and those eyes. Something about his eyes.
Déjà vu! She though, he reminds me of… no… Sarah mentally shook her head. He's nothing like...him.
Toby held the woman's hand he had just helped up. Her skin was so pale, making her eyes seem bright; green, so green, like emeralds. And her hair blacker than ink, beautiful. But, there was an odd feeling. Like, they've met before, or maybe someone that looked like her. He couldn't place it.
Something about her eyes; he thought as he stared into them, those eyes.
Before he could ask her name, the girl began to pull away.
"Well, I must be off…Thank you again" Sarah said softly again, slipping her hand away. "Good day sir" and with that, she left him standing alone.
"Good day!" Toby called with enthusiasm, moving his head to fallow her as she began to fade into the crowd. Though even in the tick of people, he could still spot her in the distance talking with another in similar garb.
As interesting at the female was, he had more important things at hand… finding his best friend for starters.
One would think a large bald blue guy would be hard to lose, right? Well Toby lost him somewhere between the blacksmith's and the glover's.
Chuckling inwardly, Toby turns and went on, eyes pealed for Garth.
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