Chapter 29
Amazing
An oblong table stood in a closed off room. It was rarely used, but it held no dust, no decay, and no signs of weakness. It stood as it always had; solidly, the place where battles had been planned and were still planned. The room itself was a beautiful depiction of battle scenes and scarred, heavy wood. The stone walls were covered with murals of glorious victories long past, and the floors of black polished stone reflected the patterns of the moon and stars painted with magic on the ceiling. The room had no natural light, but it was always lit- not with flame, not with electricity, nor with any light giver who anyone knew. It was the air molecules themselves that gave off the light, a dusky hue that gave mystery and power to the room's aura. It cloaked the room in shadows, but kept the murals and ceiling alive and vivid.
A hidden door opened in the corner farthest from the table. Three figures in rich furs and crowns glided in, silent and conscious of the prestige of the room. The door slid closed silently behind them and melted back into the wall, as if it had never been there. The three figures; a king, a queen, and a prince surrounded the oblong table. There was one more space to fill, and soon she would be ready to return to it.
"Allera has partially awakened." Halien, King of the Harpies began, glancing at the Faerie Prince and the Harpy Queen, Hashi. "The Prince has been awakening her since my first visit."
"Then, we are almost ready to fulfil our plans. How long do you think?" Hashi ran a reverent hand over the scarred table. For every battle won, the table kept a tally; there was hardly room to add another stroke of the knife.
"Give me another two days. She will remember everything by then. I will have undone all the magic that the Goblin King had worked." Jst, the Faerie Prince pulled his lips into a smirk.
"She has already shown so much promise to remember." At the height of passion Allera would become herself again, powerful, controlling, and the pure seductive evil she had been before.
"The Mortal is pregnant with Jareth's heir. We must attack and kill them before she has it." Hashi's silver eyes glittered eerily in the half light, bloodlust filling them in anticipation. "A pity, I wish we could kill her after she has it, and I could have the child."
She touched the table again, her tongue touching her crimson lips in a wish.
The men swallowed quietly, disturbed by the carnivorous Queen. The thought that she would spare the child didn't cross their minds. For Harpy's, child meat is the best delicacy; only to be had in a time of war. The slave traders made a fortune trading children of war to the palace and wealthy Harpy homes. Halien had abstained from it for as long as he had been married into the Harpy Family.
"We must kill her before she has it." Halien put an end to Hashi's thoughts. "Once Allera has remembered everything she can, we add her magic to ours, and we can finally summon the armies of the Faerie from under the King's control. The Harpy army is ready and waiting for battle."
"Two days, then." Jst bowed his head in farewell and grinned. "We will crucify that bastard for killing my sister. Thank you my friends, for helping me avenge her."
The Harpy King and Queen glanced at each other, a delighted message flowing between them. In the shadow's protective cover Jst couldn't see their secret smiles and shared plot. They turned their smiles onto him and Halien went around the table to clap a hand on the Faerie Prince's shoulder.
"We are happy to help you, Jst. Mecrinda was a saint and her death will not be unavenged. As long as I have breath in this body, my brother will die."
Jst bowed again and went out the hidden door.
Alone in the beautiful, shadowed room, the King and Queen couldn't keep back their laughter. Everything was happening according to their plans. The silly Prince had no idea that they planned to overthrow the throne of the High King; his silly little mind was bent with revenge for his sister. With Allera's magic they would have enough to take over everything as the new High King and Queen.
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Sarah lay on the bed she shared with Jareth and idly stroked her swollen stomach, smiling gently. The baby was growing even faster now, healthily the physician had said.
"I wonder what it is," she thought and tapped the hard bump with her fingertips. Suddenly, something moved, and a foot or hand connected with her fingertips! She gasped in surprise, and a delighted smile broke out on her face. She rubbed gently over her stomach, and there was an odd sliding pressure as the baby shifted. It was uncomfortable, but the most wondrous thing she had ever felt. Jareth had to feel this.
She closed her eyes and felt for the link they shared. There it was! As she brought it into the forefront of her heart she felt what he was feeling; it made her smile impishly. He was frustrated and in a petulant mood.
"This should cheer him up," she thought as she laughed out loud, and Jareth's turbulent thoughts and feelings faltered at the sound of her voice.
Jareth, in his study in the High Palace, halted his pacing, and he sat in his chair behind his desk, running his hand though his hair as he did so. Closing his eyes he suppressed his frustration.
"Jareth," she whispered in a teasing singsong.
"Yes, Sarah?" The Goblin King's voice blank of all emotion but affection for his wife. He was hiding his true feelings. Sarah's hold on his heart was too strong, and she wasn't fooled.
"I have a surprise for you."
"Does it have to be now? I have a lot on my mind at present moment!" Jareth snapped without meaning to.
"Yes it has to be now, Jareth!" Sarah didn't let him faze her; she was going to get what she wanted. She scowled mentally, and the baby shifted again, covering the spot with her hand she caressed it gently with her thumb. Under her repeated pressure the hand or foot moved back into her womb and left her skin smooth again. Sarah giggled.
Jareth's hands removed themselves from his hair. She had laughed at something, and he wanted to know what. He looked down at the state papers on his desk and rolled his eye, flicked his fingers and a crystal hovered above the desk at eye level. He pushed a little magic into it, and Sarah appeared through the glittery air. She lay on their bed in a loose robe, her hand on her swollen belly and a delighted smile on her face. She looked up at him through the crystal and blew him a kiss. Jareth chuckled, Sarah always knew when he was watching her, it was the soul bond, the link that made them husband and wife, lovers forever. He vanished with a flash of white glitter and reappeared on the bed beside his wife.
"What is so important, Sarah, that you could call me from my work?"
"Shut up and give me your hand." Sarah winked at him, grabbing his hand before he could say anything and placing it on her belly.
"Sarah, what?" Jareth began.
"Shh," Sarah interrupted, and Jareth shut up, there was complete silence but for their breathing.
"Sarah I…"Jareth started again, and Sarah made an abrupt movement with her hand to quiet him. Her movement made the baby shift, and she laughed at the sudden shock on his face.
"Oh, Goddess," Jareth whispered and placed his hand more firmly onto her rounded belly. The pressure made the baby move, and Sarah took a deep breath. This movement was rather unsettling, although wonderful, to her stomach. Jareth took his hand from her belly and look at her with astonished eyes. "Was that?" His words failed him as he looked at her belly again and ran a gentle hand over it. The foot moved against his hand, and he could see the bump form against taunt skin.
"Yes, Jareth." Sarah laughed. "That was our baby. Tell me, was that worth leaving your work for?" She sent him a sly glance and connected with his misty eyes. Startled, her smile dropped, and she faced him, eyes anxiously scanning his face. The man that stared back at her was in awe; his eyes glittered with unbidden tears of wonderment and affection.
"You," his words failed, and he tried again. twin tears falling out of his eyes and streaking down over his aristocratic cheekbones. "You… are… amazing," he finally got out as he ran his fingers over her bump again, staring into her eyes and creating a puddle of warmth in her soul. She sat up completely and, using both hands, wiped the moisture away and stroked his cheek. She lifted her head and rubbed her cheek against his, letting her fingers tangle in his awesome hair. She kissed him.
"I couldn't have done it without your help," she teased; smiling against his lips and making a laugh erupt from deep in his throat. The sound thrilled her, and she laughed again.
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A/n: ok dont kill me but i completely hit a dead end and decided to post what i had done... truth is i have had this much for months. So im sorry i did post it or anything else.
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