Chapter 9: A Brush With Death
Amara's dream...
Time was turned on it's head. Day was night and night was day. Things where covered in a thick fog and the air was cold and bitter. Amara was lost looking for someone through this thick fog and was easily lost. She could quite remember who, but she was afraid for this person as her heart pounded painfully in her own chest. She felt as if she'd been searching for hours, but had not found the person she sought.
Mismatch eyes looked upon her in the dense fog and blackness. Amara froze, "Jareth!" finally she recalled his name. He was the one she was searching for. He was but a shadow before her and his form was fading before her eyes. "Wait! Come back! Please!"
She ran after the shadow her heart aching as her grandmother's words crossed her mind, "The Goblin King looked upon the young girl his heart on a sleeve as he spoke pleadingly and sadly not realizing the young innocent girl knew not what he actually meant, 'Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I shall be your slave.'"
Jareth's voice spoke next his voice pleading not like she imagined it and it was far more alluring, "Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I shall be your slave." His voice was so haunting... so sincere. It had plagued her dreams for years and she never knew why, but those sad words would never leave her mind.
She heard Jareth scream in the distance and she rushed to his side finding a sword in his gut one that looked just like the one her mother left behind, but the words edge into the blade where different than the one she remembered. "NO! Jareth!" She was kneeling next to him his head in her lap. She was so afraid she was going to loose him. "Please no!"
"Amara..." he said weakly as she cried.
"He'll never love you," A male voice said to her in a cold tone, "You'll never have him embracing you warm and loving, and he never feel for you the way he did for your grandmother. You are wasting your heart over useless garbage."
Amara's head shot up in the direction and there before her stood a golden-blond blond hair man with her eyes and he had tan skin. "Callon..." she didn't know how she knew him but she did. This was her grandfather. "Why? Have you done this?" her voice sounded broken and pleading even to her own ears.
"I will not let any grandchild of mine be soiled by some King of Goblins." he told her his face and eyes held no emotion other than disgust directed at Jareth who was laying weakly in her lab. "I will not allow it. I'll kill him first. I'll be ridding the world of him soon."
"No!"
End Dream...
Jareth heard her saying his name in her sleep and saw how hard she was breathing. A nightmare... he thought half tempted to summon a crystal orb and see her dream for himself. Then he noticed he shirt was wet with tears. "Callon... why?" he heard her say as she clenched onto him tighter. Jareth didn't like hearing how she was pleading in her sleep and it made him worry for her. What is she dreaming of? I should wake her, but before he could she gasped heavily as her eyes shot open. She was panting, her eyes wide in fear and seem distant, and she had tears in her eyes.
"Amara?" Jareth called to the girl who shot out of his arms and was staring into the distance but she wasn't there. He grasped her shoulders and shook her, "Amara? Can you hear me? It was just a dream."
After several moments she looked at him her eyes swollen from weeping. "Jar-eth..." she said slowly. Her eyes where hauntingly terrified.
"Amara get away from that fiend." The real Callon said and Amara's face instantly harden as she wiped away her tears.
Callon was standing before the both of them his sword drawn and looked just like the one from her dream. That was not a dream it was a warning. There was several other elves with him as well and he was dressed in green scaled armor with the tree of life crest on his chest. He was looking at Jareth in disgust as Amara and Jareth stood to face him. There companions however where still asleep.
Amara regarded him with a cold furious glare, "I'm afraid I don't know who your talking about, Callon." she said her voice cold and full of malice. "It's not like you have a say in my life as it is."
His eyes widen a fraction before he meet her gaze. The two stared at each other and sudden he noticed her sword was drawn as well. "Is that any way to talk to your grandfather?"
"What grandfather? I don't see one. All I see is a bastard elf that abandon Grandmother and let my mother die and then you have the gall to come here disrespect Jareth who unlike you was there when I needed someone?! Where the hell where you when mother died and what of Sarah, huh?!"
"How dare you talk to me like-" he tried to say but she quick interrupted him.
"Like what? How should I talk to the man that walked out and abandoned his family! Don't you dare come here and lecture me! You where never there and you didn't ever care! So don't come around here and pretend like you do!" She yelled waking up her companions and the small dragon was once again on her shoulders hissing at Callon. "How did you even find me?!"
He was staring in shock of the hurt and furious woman before him as she moved to stand between himself and Jareth as if she was protecting him. "Does it matter?" he asked.
"Amara don't you think your being a bit harsh? He is your grandfather," Jareth said his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't give a damn who he is! Especially when he plans to kill you." she hissed at him and her eyes met Jareth's as she was guarding him from Callon. "You're the first person I'll die for if it means I would protect you."
"You'd give your life for this failed King of Goblins?" Callon demanded in anger.
"In an instant. He's a better man that you could ever hope to be... you damn coward." Amara growled at him. "What where you so afraid of that you'd abandon your family for it? Oh that's right. You where afraid of loosing your immortality in the mortal human realm. You cared more about living forever than the woman you said you loved. So you left all of use to die and turn to nothing, but ash and bone."
Jareth's eyes widen he didn't know that. He never knew she was so angry at her grandfather like this. She never seen her hate someone so much, "Amara..."
"Jareth how dare you poison my grandchild!" Callon yelled turning his attention to Jareth. "You where always interfering with Sarah and her family. You poisoned her against me didn't you?! What you couldn't have Sarah so you go after the our grandchild?! I'll gut you for this!"
Callon went to attack him but Amara blocked his way and his sword with her own, "You did this yourself," Amara said icily. "If you are to kill him you will die for I will kill you myself... blood be damned. I will protect Jareth and kill you if you insist on forcing my hand!"
"Step aside!" he ordered her.
"I will not!" she growled back as the two fought. Their swords clashing at every turn while everyone else looked at them with either fear or awe.
"Why do you do this? What is he to you?" Callon demand as he struggled to keep her blade from stabbing his stomach.
She smirked her mind made up, Just say it... his face will be priceless, she thought. "The man I love and I don't care he'll never love me back his friendship is all I will ever ask of him," she said only loud enough for Callon to hear her.
He gasped his strength left him for a moment her her sword cut deeply onto his left arm. "Why?"
"I don't know maybe he was there for me when I needed someone the most, I love the way his body feels around mine when he embraces me, he's strong, he can love more deeply than anyone, he's loyal to the ones he loves, he's arrogant, aloof, and I love every moment of it. He can drive me completely crazy," she said as she readied herself for his next attack.
"Then let's see if your words ring true," he said as she found her sword knocked away from her. She may have had the training, but Callon had hundreds of years of experience. He hit her on the head with the butt of his weapon knocking her to the side.
Ow... my head, she thought her vision blurred and her knees buckled a bit. Where's... Jareth? Her unfocused eyes searched desperately. Everything is so blurry...
Then she saw him holding a sword to Jareth's chest... he pulled back to strike.
"NOOO!" Amara screamed as she ran toward them, Am I too late?
She again threw herself between and the sword came forward...
