Chapter 10 - In Which Our Hero's Encounter A Scaly Problem

"That's a dragon." Sarah took in the awe inspiring sight of the rampaging green beast. While she had often wished to see one of the mythical creatures, but not while it was rampaging about the labyrinth and creating some very barbecued surroundings.

A gloved hand grasped her forearm and spun her around into a muscled chest. "A very astute observation my Queen. However, as much as you obviously want to admire the creature, it needs to be dealt with." Jareth's mismatched, blue eyes stared down into her own. Instead of the soft look that those orbs had taken with her earlier, an implacable resolve had settled in its place.

"What are you going to do?"

His free hand moved up to cup the side of her head. "What needs to to remove this treat to our kingdom, Sarah mine. As for you, I am putting you where you will be safe from any fallout." Jareth's head descended, claiming her lips. Sarah was surprised, and secretly pleased, by the action and did not fight against it. The Goblin King broke away from the kiss quickly, and returned to her eyes. "I will retrieve you when I return, my love. And do not take the necklace off."

With only that warning, the world around Sarah began to dissolve. "What are you doing?" The fey only stepped back and away from her in answer.

Before she could blink her view was shrouded in white mist and glitter. And just as quickly, the mist retreated and she found herself in a foreign room. While Sarah did not necessarily mind the room, after all who doesn't like mahogany and midnight blue colors, it was the facts surrounding her being in the room that made her more than a little irritable. One, she still did not know where Toby was. Two, her friends were missing, as they were not in the throne room during her encounter with Jareth. Three, there was a rampaging dragon outside. And Four, the fey that she secretly had feelings for was about to go fight said dragon.

Sarah decided to check the double doors and if they were open, give the glittery fey a piece of her mind.

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Jareth looked wistfully at the spot where Sarah had disappeared. He knew that she would be ticked with him, but at this moment he was only thinking about her safety. Losing her was the last think he wanted and if to accomplish that goal he had to make lock her within the castle, then so be it.

Resolved, Jareth transformed his current clothing into his armor. "Sire." Jareth turned to see his general standing at attention. The hulking orc was outfitted in armor similar to Jareth's own, except that the edges were jagged enough to act as weapons. "The army is ready and waiting."

"Thank you, Morg." The orc bowed and marched through the door and toward his troops.

From the other direction came the clacking of claws. Erskine, Jareth's griffin, trotted up beside him. "He's back, old friend, and he still wants the Throne. Only there is more at stake this time." The griffin growled deep in his throat. "Up for another battle?" In response Jareth swung onto the saddle fastened to Erskine's back. The griffin ran and jumped out of the main window, spreading his wings before they dropped to the ground. The duo flew over the goblin army, where Morg signaled for the orcs to follow their king.

As they neared the dragon, which had neared the trash heaps, Jareth was able to see its rider. The rider was dressed in the dark grey armor of unseelie, a deep red cloak flared out from his shoulders, and an ornate helm crowned his brow. Long black hair blew in the wind and amber eyes glared out at the Goblin King.

"Tam Lin."

Now that my muse has woken from her nap and school has decided not to load on homework, I can return to the Underground. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, once again sorry for the short length. Until next time remember, leave a contribution in the little box.