Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Trevor tossed and turned in his bed all night. He was too nervous about what was going on with him and Victoria to sleep well. That was when the dream started. In it, he was surrounded by a white glow, and nothing else. Before him stood an older man who seemed to look much like himself. This man even had the same mis-matched eyes. "Trevor, you must listen to me," the man said. Trevor's voice trembled. "Who are you?" he asked quietly.
Jareth smiled softly. "You don't recognize me, Trevor? I'm your father. Your real father." The young man nodded. "I've always wondered about you and Mother," he said. "Tell me. What happened to her? Is she alive or dead. Are you alive or dead? Why was I given up for adoption? And what's going on with me and Victoria?" Those were the questions that had been running through his mind, the first few all his life.
The Goblin King took a deep breath, ready to answer each and every one of his son's questions. "Don't worry, Trevor. Your mother and I are still very much alive. As for why you were given up for adoption, danger appeared in our land shortly after you were born. It was nescessery to hide you and your twin sister on Earth, as well as from eachother. And I believe that also answers your last question." Then Trevor knew the truth.
"Victoria is my twin sister, isn't she?" he asked. Jareth nodded. "When we brought you to Earth, your mother, an Earthling herself, was very saddened at having to leave you. She cried a single tear for each of you, and those tears I turned into the diamonds you and Victoria wear around your neck. I chose diamonds because they are, unlike the crystals I normaly use, they are rare and precious, just like you and your sister are to your mother and myself."
Trevor's eyes went wide. Crystals? Then...no wonder his father seemed so familiar. His father was Jareth, King of the Goblins, and a Fae. He knew he couldn't have been completely human! And if his mother had been from Earth...."Our land is the Underground, the Labyrinth, isn't it, Father?" Jareth nodded. "You recognize me even more, then, now that you know my complete identity. Your mother, Sarah, and I know all about the movie that was made of that one part of our lives. She was quite intent on saving her brother, your uncle, however, and didn't realize the love we shared until much later."
Trevor smiled slightly, then frowned as he remembered his father's mention of danger. "Tell me more about the danger the Underground is in, Father." Jareth sighed. He had been trying to avoid this, though he knew he couldn't. "The danger lies in the war-lord Doriath. He attacked with a strong army that easily overwhelmed the goblins. The only weakness is that they are all united by his mind. If we find a way to cut off Doriath's head, he will die, and his army will disappear forever." This confused Trevor. "Then why has his head not yet been cut off?" Jareth sighed, knowing full well he should not have expected his son to understand everything. "Until we can do that, his soldiers are practicaly invincible, and my magic is no use against them. It's not strong enough. It would take the combined efforts of 5 Fae, atleast. Unfortunatly, even with you and Victoria, we only have three, and the two of you are only half Fae, making you weaker."
Trevor shook his head, stubborn. Victoria and I can help you. We are more than the sum of our parts. She and I may only be half Fae, but we are twins, and thus have a strong bond. Three alone may not be able to do the job at hand, Father, but three combined, I believe, can. Victoria and I have both been having the same dreams, as of late." Jareth nodded. He had thought so. "Then the time has come," the King told his son," to make our move."
Trevor grinned. "Just tell me how to convince Vickie that this is real and then how to get to you and Mother," he said. Jareth nodded. "First off, to convince Victoria, simply concentrate on forming a crystal, and it will appear. Second, to get to us, all the two of you have to do is wish yourselves to be with us, together, at the same time. Say it aloud, so you can get the timing right." Trevor nodded. His father was right. The time had come. It was with those last words, telling him how to convince Victoria and how to get to him and Sarah, that Jareth left his son to sleep the rest of the night.