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Chapter 3 - Old places
The light dissipated, The man was still holding her hand and Sarah shaked him off.
They were standing in a huge garden surrounded by high stone walls.
Birds were chattering happily in the few trees that stood besides a small pond.
Flowers grew everywhere, giving the place an aura of magic.
Sarah stared in amazement at the beautiful garden. "Where are we?"
"In the garden of course" He answered.
"I can see that!" Sarah replied irritated. The man raised his eyebrows.
"Let me introduce myself, I am King Jareth of the goblins, this is my land, this is my garden."
He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. He gestured to a large stone structure.
"That is my castle."
Sarah took a step forward releasing herself from his grip, she didn't like the strange sensations she got when he touched her.
"King...Jareth." Sarah drawled. That did explain his odd wardrobe.
"But you can call me Jareth if you please."
Sarah giggled. "This is just ridiculous." She started laughing hysterically.
Jareth looked very displeased at her behaviour untill she fell down. It was painfully obvious she couldn't handle everything.
Who could blame her? Jareth carefully lifted her up. He had never thought to see her again after all these years.
Time moved slower in the underground, so a few years in her world were decades in his.
Well nothing better then some release from his boredom.
He didn't bother to use one of his crystals and transported them directly to the castle.
He conjured up a few cushions and lay her down on a dark blue sofa. He used his magic to make her sleep peacefully.
He sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at her face. Her features had changed over the years,
her face more serious and her body was that of a woman. She still had that overactive imagination.
But how was it that she could not remember her time in the underground, why couldn't she remember him?
He hadn't taken her memory, how attractive it had been after his defeat.
He pulled a few strands of hair out of her face. He touched the soft and warm skin of her cheek. His fingers traced her jawbone.
What am I doing? Why am I touching her? Her skin feels so soft and she looks adorable when she's sleeping.
Oh well that's a big reason, You are the king, she defeated you, you should hate her, hate her for what she has done to you.
"I lost all of my goblins to you." Now I can't even take children when they are wished away. See how much I have given you.
He sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
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