Hey!

I'm so so so so SO sorry for such a late update! I feel so awful! But with the holidays I was so busy and then I fell into this awful writing phase thing that I just couldn't write so I couldn't post for the longest time! I'm so sorry, and I apoloiges if this chapter isn't as good, like I said, I'm just getting out of an awful writing funk.

~mpenguin


Chapter Seven: As the World Falls Down

When my eyes flickered open again, I was not as surprised at the shape her dream had taken then the details it processed. Her dream, of course, was a ballroom that seemed like it was from a fairytale, but the amount of beauty and sophistication it processed was so great that even I, a fae that is so use to glamour, was struck completely speechless.

The room seemed to be made out of a pure white marble and was split by many arches, which had complex yet simple designs. Chandlers, which were draped with many crystals and pearls, dominated the ceiling and the candles, which they held, created a soft welcoming glow that enlightened the whole room. To finish the design, murky colorless drapes that sparkled like icicles lined the walls, creating a low and alluring lighting.

Though the room, needless to be said, was glamorous in very way; its glamour however could not compare to the beauty of the clothing that the guest of the ballroom were wearing. The dresses were elegant, graceful, made of the smoothest silk, and no two looked remotely the same. The men, including myself, wore dashing charming suits that seemed to be too perfect of even a king like myself to own.

She has quite the beautiful imagination, I thought with a smile.

Though I'm certain her dream would be quite seductive for her, I could see that her subconscious was still far too stubborn and determined to completely indulge itself into the dream. For each person wore a mask.

A goblin's mask.

It still remembers, I thought with a frown, it still remembers that she needs to get to my castle and is trying to warn her. It's a very good thing I decided to hop in, I thought giving myself praise, if I hadn't, she'll probably find her way out of here in a matter of no time.

As I continued to gaze around, my sight suddenly halted in front of me, for there she stood. Struck speechless once again, I hadn't even noticed that I had taken off my mask to see if it had caused an allusion.

She was breathtaking.

Nothing in the whole dream could come even close to compare to her beauty; words could not even describe her.

She was the perfect definition of beauty itself.

Sarah's dress of choice was a puffy white sparkling dress that gave her an aura of an angel. Her silky long hair was now in thick luscious curls and being held up by many dazing crystal leaf ornaments. Diamonds were strung along her bare collarbone in a necklace as well as hung from her ears along with crystals in the form of earrings. Her cheeks were now painted a light rosy red from blush and her eyes were highlighted with the make-up surrounding them to make them look deeper and ever more alluring.

As our eyes locked, it struck me on how much of a woman she looked. How much of a woman she was. How much I wanted to talk with her. How much I wanted to know her.

An ache suddenly twisted my heart and an unknown feeling suddenly swept over me in such a heavy collision that I broke the eye contact between her and I; I then took a step backwards to hide myself from her view.

What in the world is going on with me? I thought shaking my head; you are here to make her forget until the thirtieth hour. Now, don't you forget.

Turning my head back around, I found her glancing around, unsure of this new world she had found herself in. I was not at all surprised at this; normally, people do not know how to act once they receive the very thing they had been dreaming of. As she started to wander way, I quickly followed, not taking my eyes off her. Because of the mission, of course. That and no other reason.

A Lady came towards me and without a word, I pulled her into a dance. Thankfully, it was a dream so the lady did not comment but instead danced with me. Directing her, I spotted Sarah once again, looking lost and confused, as the characters she had created all danced and joked around her.

Watching, I saw that a man had called out to her. Sarah had stopped and watched as the man held out a box to her. He then opened the lid and a snake stuck his head out. Gasping she moved back and I had to fight the impulse to go over there and reassure her.

She suddenly whipped her head and our eyes locked once more; this time, however, it was she who broke it apart and she, shaking her head, continued to move away from me.

I was not going to let her get away that easily. Directing the lady to go around, I left her swiftly and froze with surprise as I noticed Sarah approaching me. Turning to the lady next to me, I asked her to move her fan to block my face. Since this was my allusion causing her dream, the lady did as she was told and not a moment after she did so did I feel someone brush up beside me.

Tilting my head, I saw with great surprise that Sarah was so close to me that her hair laid against my shoulder. This caused a rush of heat at the impact and I caught a whiff of her scent. Peach blossom.

She did not see me however, due to the fact that the fan was right in front of my face and she continued to move past me, her dress brushing against me ever so slightly. I watched her and that's when I noticed that even in her dream she seemed to be searching for someone.

How about we make that someone me, hmh? I thought with a smirk and I turned away from her.

I followed after her leisurely and couldn't help but smile as I watched her walk on. It was as if we were in a dance, except for the fact that the roles were reversed; she was the one leading and I was the one that followed. But the only problem was that I held the key and she merely was trying to find her way without it.

"Jareth." A voice whispered in my ear.

Turning around I saw that it was one of the characters from the dream. However, she had just walked away without a second word.

Her subconscious knows I'm here… I thought with a slight worry tightening my gut. But no worry, as long as Sarah doesn't realize it, I'll be fine. But I better intervene with her; she seems to be getting close to remembering….

My eyes found her again; Sarah looked around at the dancing characters around her and they all stared back. I could see the panic and the sense of being lost build up within her and she suddenly took off. I chased after her; people moved in her path slowing her down, causing her to stop. I halted almost right next to her but hidden from view by two characters that held fans; Sarah looked behind herself, as though she was checking to see if someone was following.

Being struck by an idea, I mentally directed the two characters to move their fans and Sarah whipped her head around at the sudden movement. Once again our eyes locked.

She surprisingly looked calmed at my presences, but to say that she did not recognize me would be false. She did recognize me, but she did not know me. Could put neither a name nor a history with my face. Suddenly, I had the impulse to dance with her. I approached her carefully, never breaking eye contact and, as if she could read my mind, allowed me to take her into my arms.

My skin heated on the impact with holding her and my heart started to beat so loudly and quickly I wouldn't be surprise if she heard. What was this feeling that had come over me? It cause me to have an impulse to run yet at the same time, I would never, if given the choice, let her go. It caused fright to pulse through my veins, but excitement to pump through. Cause my heart to twist, but it didn't hurt. What was I feeling? What could be this positively strange unexplainable emotion that came over me now every time I thought about this girl? The envy, the worry, the wanting.

A sudden song came to my lips and I sung softly to myself, "But I'll be there for you. As the world falls down."

Suddenly, Sarah broke the eye contact, which I had realized we had held ever since we had started dancing. She whipped her head over to gaze at the wall and with a gasp she pulled away from me.

Confusion and a strange sense of hurt stabbed my chest as I watched push her way through the crowd, who was now begging her to stay. I just watched her blankly trying to figure out why she had left my arms, which compared to when I held her, felt so cold and empty.

It wasn't until she reached the mirror did I realize, she remembered.

And with a smash, Sarah broke the spell and the whole world fell down.