DISCLAIMER: I claim Gorbath and all of his army. The rest is just wishful thinking.
Chapter 7
He sat alone, staring into the fire in the hearth. His unearthly face was emotionless, but his eyes were troubled. Shadows seemed to dance in them, chased by the light of magic. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, absorbed by the memories that tortured his soul.
One hand rose slowly to stroke the medallion on his chest.
From his vantage point in the goblin throne room, the Warlord jerked upright. He watched as Jareth held up the medallion. Gorbath grinned in anticipation. General Murgaport watched curiously as Gorbath's face creased in concentration. Murgaport turned his eyes back to the mirror in time to see the medallion flash in Jareth's hands.
"Yes," Gorbath hissed. "I can see you now." Murgaport looked at him in surprise. The Warlord's eyes were still closed. He snapped his fingers at Murgaport.
"Assemble the men. We're going to Earth." General Murgaport blinked in surprise but knew better than to question. As he marched quickly out of the room Gorbath roared after him, "and bring that stupid fox!" Murgaport nodded his assent as he left.
Gorbath chuckled to himself. "He deserves to see his king's downfall. After all, it was him who brought it about." He looked over at the mirror where Jareth was still staring at the fire, unaware that his location had been revealed when he tapped his magic through the pendant.
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Sarah slid quietly into the room. Jareth's back was to her and she could see a fire in the fireplace. A fire? She shivered slightly. She knew there was no firewood in the house. Jareth had used magic, but had he done it consciously?
"Jareth?" Her voice was a whisper, all that she could manage through the tension in the room. She felt as if something was going to explode. Jareth didn't move though, and she wondered if he had heard her. She stepped forward quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, but still didn't turn.
"Sarah," he said finally. His voice was rough with some emotion she couldn't identify. "You don't want me to remember my past do you?" She gasped quietly, but he didn't give her a chance to answer. He lifted a hand to his shoulder and covered her fingers with his palm. "Why don't you want me to remember, Sarah?"
Sarah felt as if she was frozen in place. Her mind felt numb as she struggled to answer Jareth's question. She swallowed and began speaking carefully.
"You...you're right," she admitted slowly. "We weren't...friends...in the past, Jareth. You were a lot different. I like you a lot better the way you are now, even if it's not really how you are." Sarah stopped in surprise. She hadn't really meant to say that much, but it felt so right to finally tell him how she felt. "You're fun to be around," she finished weakly.
"Yes, I'm sure I am. So much more fun now that I don't turn people into goblins." He suddenly whirled around, knocking Sarah's hand away. She backed away in surprise at the angry glare on his face. "And what exactly did you intend to do when I recovered my memory, Sarah? Or is that why you insisted I spend so much time with Toby?" She took another step back as he stomped towards her angrily. "Yes, make the evil Goblin King become friends with one of the children he hates and then-"
"So you DO remember!" Sarah interrupted suddenly. Jareth rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Yes, I do." With one hand, he gripped the pendant around his neck so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A pained expression crossed his face.
"Did it ever occur to you that there might be a reason why I showed up, half dead, at your door? Did you ever think that perhaps I came here because I had no choice and this was the only haven I could think of?" Sarah had backed all the way to the wall now and Jareth was standing only inches away, shouting in rage. She balled her fists in anger, interrupting him for the second time.
"Yes, I thought!" She screamed back at him, stunning him into silence. "And I was going to give you that haven at any price!" She caught his eyes with hers and held them. "Even if it meant you wouldn't remember me," she finished softly. His eyes flashed, and they stood staring at each other. Sarah noticed the old pain that seemed to reach his soul was back. She absently wondered what had caused such terrible suffering.
Jareth closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he looked at her again his face was calm. "Sarah, I think-" But the Goblin King was interrupted yet again, this time by Toby. The boy burst into the room and ran hysterically for Sarah.
"Sarah!" He wailed. "There's...there's..." A resounding boom echoed from outside and shook the foundation of the house. Unbalanced by her crying brother, Sarah stumbled into Jareth. Instinctively he caught her in his arms, but when she looked up at his face it was focused on the far wall.
Sarah turned and stared in amazement as the wall seemed to expand, curving inwards as if a great weight was pushing on it. She heard Jareth curse but couldn't turn away from the strange wall.
And then it exploded.
End Chapter Seven.
Chapter 7
He sat alone, staring into the fire in the hearth. His unearthly face was emotionless, but his eyes were troubled. Shadows seemed to dance in them, chased by the light of magic. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, absorbed by the memories that tortured his soul.
One hand rose slowly to stroke the medallion on his chest.
From his vantage point in the goblin throne room, the Warlord jerked upright. He watched as Jareth held up the medallion. Gorbath grinned in anticipation. General Murgaport watched curiously as Gorbath's face creased in concentration. Murgaport turned his eyes back to the mirror in time to see the medallion flash in Jareth's hands.
"Yes," Gorbath hissed. "I can see you now." Murgaport looked at him in surprise. The Warlord's eyes were still closed. He snapped his fingers at Murgaport.
"Assemble the men. We're going to Earth." General Murgaport blinked in surprise but knew better than to question. As he marched quickly out of the room Gorbath roared after him, "and bring that stupid fox!" Murgaport nodded his assent as he left.
Gorbath chuckled to himself. "He deserves to see his king's downfall. After all, it was him who brought it about." He looked over at the mirror where Jareth was still staring at the fire, unaware that his location had been revealed when he tapped his magic through the pendant.
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Sarah slid quietly into the room. Jareth's back was to her and she could see a fire in the fireplace. A fire? She shivered slightly. She knew there was no firewood in the house. Jareth had used magic, but had he done it consciously?
"Jareth?" Her voice was a whisper, all that she could manage through the tension in the room. She felt as if something was going to explode. Jareth didn't move though, and she wondered if he had heard her. She stepped forward quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, but still didn't turn.
"Sarah," he said finally. His voice was rough with some emotion she couldn't identify. "You don't want me to remember my past do you?" She gasped quietly, but he didn't give her a chance to answer. He lifted a hand to his shoulder and covered her fingers with his palm. "Why don't you want me to remember, Sarah?"
Sarah felt as if she was frozen in place. Her mind felt numb as she struggled to answer Jareth's question. She swallowed and began speaking carefully.
"You...you're right," she admitted slowly. "We weren't...friends...in the past, Jareth. You were a lot different. I like you a lot better the way you are now, even if it's not really how you are." Sarah stopped in surprise. She hadn't really meant to say that much, but it felt so right to finally tell him how she felt. "You're fun to be around," she finished weakly.
"Yes, I'm sure I am. So much more fun now that I don't turn people into goblins." He suddenly whirled around, knocking Sarah's hand away. She backed away in surprise at the angry glare on his face. "And what exactly did you intend to do when I recovered my memory, Sarah? Or is that why you insisted I spend so much time with Toby?" She took another step back as he stomped towards her angrily. "Yes, make the evil Goblin King become friends with one of the children he hates and then-"
"So you DO remember!" Sarah interrupted suddenly. Jareth rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Yes, I do." With one hand, he gripped the pendant around his neck so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A pained expression crossed his face.
"Did it ever occur to you that there might be a reason why I showed up, half dead, at your door? Did you ever think that perhaps I came here because I had no choice and this was the only haven I could think of?" Sarah had backed all the way to the wall now and Jareth was standing only inches away, shouting in rage. She balled her fists in anger, interrupting him for the second time.
"Yes, I thought!" She screamed back at him, stunning him into silence. "And I was going to give you that haven at any price!" She caught his eyes with hers and held them. "Even if it meant you wouldn't remember me," she finished softly. His eyes flashed, and they stood staring at each other. Sarah noticed the old pain that seemed to reach his soul was back. She absently wondered what had caused such terrible suffering.
Jareth closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he looked at her again his face was calm. "Sarah, I think-" But the Goblin King was interrupted yet again, this time by Toby. The boy burst into the room and ran hysterically for Sarah.
"Sarah!" He wailed. "There's...there's..." A resounding boom echoed from outside and shook the foundation of the house. Unbalanced by her crying brother, Sarah stumbled into Jareth. Instinctively he caught her in his arms, but when she looked up at his face it was focused on the far wall.
Sarah turned and stared in amazement as the wall seemed to expand, curving inwards as if a great weight was pushing on it. She heard Jareth curse but couldn't turn away from the strange wall.
And then it exploded.
End Chapter Seven.