This is amazing! 22 reviews in just one week! Thank you, thank you all *sniff* . This is so great! So, you guys want more? *hears a resound ing yes* Okay, but please be patient with me. I got papers to write for school and reading to finish. So, I won't have too much time to write and type. I already feel bad that I haven't typed up any more of Forgotten One. But I will try to night. So, without further ado, here's chater four.
*~SFS~*
Chapter Four
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Realizations
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Sarah felt warm as she turned on her side, snuggling deeper into her pillows and blankets. She could hear chirping and smelt the delicous scent of breakfast. Blinking, she opened her eyes. She smiled at the red rose before her.
It was morning, sunshine spilling through her window and the little shadows of birds flying outside. She smiled contently and slowly rose, rubbing her eyes. Hoggle was near the fireplace arrangeing a small assortment of dishes on a table filled with fruit, steaming porriage and toast. He saw that Sarah was awake and smiled, "Mornin', Sarah. You sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you Hoggle," she yawned and stretched and suddenly winced, A bit sore, it seems."
"I's brung you some breakfast. Hope you like it."
Sarah smiled as she got out of bed, throwing on a robe and sitting at the table, "You are dear, Hoggle. Would you like to join me?"
Hoggled blushed, "Nah. I have to go sees Jareth. Something important. You enjoys yaself without me."
"Alright then. See you later."
Hoggle nodded and hurried out of the room. Sarah sighed happily as she held the rose she had found on her pillow. She set it in a convient vase and began her breakfast.
Afterwards, she made her way to the bathroom and took a long bath. As she was dressing she suddenly noticed in the mirror, the scar below her throat. Gingerly, she touched it and memories of the day before came crashing in. The last thing she remembered was calling for Jareth, hitting a rock and then nothing. She knew not how she got back to her room nor how she was even alive. All she had to remind her that the event ever happened was the claw scar on her chest.
Shivering, she finished dressing quickly and left her room with the rose. She really had no destination in mind and she still felt weak from the night before. So she wandered aimlessly, thinking how she might have survived. Had Jareth heard her? Had he saved her life?
Sarah blushed as she held the rose colse to her face, breathing in its sweet fragrance. Was it from him? She hoped so.
Felara was right. She was not betraying her family by this. She still loved them. And she loved...
Again, the thought struck her as a surprise and she sighed, giving into her heart.
She loved Jareth.
Almost by surprise, she found herself walking outside to the gardens. She walked through them, heading for her garden.
As she entered she saw Jareth standing near the fountain. She smiled, walking quietly up to him, "Hi."
Startled, Jareth turned and he seemed to smile with relief, "You are well."
"Yes, though I'm not sure what happened."
Jareth seemed surprised, "You don't remember?" he asked as she shook her head, "Perhaps I can tell you."
As they strolled through the garden Jareth related the night before to her, intentionally leaving out his own behavior and the mark Felara had seen.
"So," Sarah said softly takeing it all in, "It did happened. I wasn't sure even after I saw the scar."
Jareth decided not to comment. Sarah smiled, "I should thank Felara for keeping me alive..."
Jareth's eyes saddened and then Sarah turned to him, taking his hand, "...and you, for saving my life."
His eyes brightend and his face softened, something rarely seen, "You're welcome."
* * *
Crash, a shower of glass flew everywhere. "Curses!" Another charge sent more glass flying. A very angry man sent electric charges flying from his hand. Then he stopped suddenly and began laughing madly.
"So, Jareth. You win this round. Apparently she has your protection once more. How could I forget she could call upon you. No matter, she is marked."
He chuckled darkly, touching a mirror and causing an image of Sarah to appear, "Still," he said slyly, "It would indeed have been nice to know her better once more." His hand rab along Sarah's face, "Oh, what fun she would be. Hahahahahaha!"
His hand waved over the mirror and it cleared, his voice calm now and his face serious, "But how? How shall I get to her again? She will not be easily fooled by the same trick twice. And that horse... that horse is a silent warning to her. It cannot be with her. No, she needs to be alone," he chuckled, "Very alone."
He moved to a small fireplace, a low fire burning and picked up a very old photo from the mantle, "Once more, I almost had what I wanted. Everything was within my grasp. That deal I made sealed it. But then that white light, Oh that horrid light destroyed everything! If ever I find who stopped my plans! It was perfect! Jareth would have been dead at my feet and I would have been all powerful!" He threw another charge into the fire, causing it to roar up and then die again.
The man looked at his gloved hand, a little steam flowting from it, and clenched his fist, his voice clenched as well, "I will have what I want. No one can stop me now. Once Jareth is gone, all will be mine!"
His laughter echoed through the room and into the dark woods beyond.
* * *
Sarah smiled, giggling as she was led blindfolded from the dining room. After supper a few days later, Jareth spoke of a surprise and then had her blindfolded. Now she made her way gingerly, with Jareth leading her by the hand, down what sounded like a large hallway. Jareth chuckled each time she stumbled, steading her.
"Alright, we're here," he said as they stopped abruptly. Sarah heard large doors open, was led in further, the doors closing behind her.
"Now," Jareth said gently from behind her, "Close your eyes until I say." She felt the blicdfold untied from behind and Jareth's strong hands turning her around to face him, placing his hand on her waist, her's on his shoulder and then taking her other hand in his. Then they began to dance slowly as music floated around them out of no where, hauntingly familar. Sarah gasped as a soft rush of wind went around her and her dress and hair felt different, feeling her shoulders were now bare.
"Now, open them slowly."
Sarah did and she felt her breath escape her. It was the ballroom from so long ago. She noticed her dress was changed to the same white satin dress of that first dance with Jareth and as they passes a mirror she saw her hair done the same. She looked at Jareth and saw he wore the same glittering blue jacket, black pants and knee high boots of before as well. He smiled.
"There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Opened and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes."
"Oh, Jareth," Sarah whispered in delight, color rising in her cheeks. Jareth smiled more, singing softly.
"There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart."
Sarah smiled, swirling around the room with Jareth. Suddenly at the mention of "moon", an image flashed before her eyes. A glowing kingdom, soft light, a dance like this. Sarah blinked. What was that? Instead of thinking on it, she continued to looke at Jareth as he sang.
"As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down."
Again, visions flashed. A dance, laughter, a sudden explosion, screams, crying out for someone, a sharp pain.
Sarah let out a small gasp and stumbled. Jareth frowned, "Sarah, what is it?"
"I don't know," she said quietly, trying to regain her senses, "Just images, flashes of something, like a forgotten memory. I feel... I feel like I've heard this song before."
Jareth smiled, "Of coarse. I sang it to you when we first danced in the dream bubble."
"No," she shook her head looking at him, "Before. It seems much further back then this. In another place. Something awful happend there."
Jareth became concerned, "It seemed to give you quite a start. Are you sure you're all right?"
Sarah nodded, smiling at him, "Thank you for the dance. It was lovely. I'm sorry I ruined it for you."
Jareth gently took her chin, "You never ruin anything for me. If anything, I ruin it for you."
Sarah looked into his eyes, taking his hand with hers, "No. You never will."
They stared at each other so long that it almost seemed as if time stood still. Then Jareth stepped back, breaking the moment, "You should probably rest. The attack from before has probably still weakened you."
Sarah's eyes grew sad but she nodded. Her ballgown and Jareth's suit disappeared and they returned to thier former appearance. He escorted her to her room, kissed her hand and bid her good night. She sighed as she entered her chambers, changed into her night dress and snuggled into her bed. For a few minutes she stared at the banked fire burning softly, until her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep.
The dark haired fae's eyes on the tapestry, flashed once, smirking.
*~SFS~*
Chapter Four
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Realizations
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Sarah felt warm as she turned on her side, snuggling deeper into her pillows and blankets. She could hear chirping and smelt the delicous scent of breakfast. Blinking, she opened her eyes. She smiled at the red rose before her.
It was morning, sunshine spilling through her window and the little shadows of birds flying outside. She smiled contently and slowly rose, rubbing her eyes. Hoggle was near the fireplace arrangeing a small assortment of dishes on a table filled with fruit, steaming porriage and toast. He saw that Sarah was awake and smiled, "Mornin', Sarah. You sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you Hoggle," she yawned and stretched and suddenly winced, A bit sore, it seems."
"I's brung you some breakfast. Hope you like it."
Sarah smiled as she got out of bed, throwing on a robe and sitting at the table, "You are dear, Hoggle. Would you like to join me?"
Hoggled blushed, "Nah. I have to go sees Jareth. Something important. You enjoys yaself without me."
"Alright then. See you later."
Hoggle nodded and hurried out of the room. Sarah sighed happily as she held the rose she had found on her pillow. She set it in a convient vase and began her breakfast.
Afterwards, she made her way to the bathroom and took a long bath. As she was dressing she suddenly noticed in the mirror, the scar below her throat. Gingerly, she touched it and memories of the day before came crashing in. The last thing she remembered was calling for Jareth, hitting a rock and then nothing. She knew not how she got back to her room nor how she was even alive. All she had to remind her that the event ever happened was the claw scar on her chest.
Shivering, she finished dressing quickly and left her room with the rose. She really had no destination in mind and she still felt weak from the night before. So she wandered aimlessly, thinking how she might have survived. Had Jareth heard her? Had he saved her life?
Sarah blushed as she held the rose colse to her face, breathing in its sweet fragrance. Was it from him? She hoped so.
Felara was right. She was not betraying her family by this. She still loved them. And she loved...
Again, the thought struck her as a surprise and she sighed, giving into her heart.
She loved Jareth.
Almost by surprise, she found herself walking outside to the gardens. She walked through them, heading for her garden.
As she entered she saw Jareth standing near the fountain. She smiled, walking quietly up to him, "Hi."
Startled, Jareth turned and he seemed to smile with relief, "You are well."
"Yes, though I'm not sure what happened."
Jareth seemed surprised, "You don't remember?" he asked as she shook her head, "Perhaps I can tell you."
As they strolled through the garden Jareth related the night before to her, intentionally leaving out his own behavior and the mark Felara had seen.
"So," Sarah said softly takeing it all in, "It did happened. I wasn't sure even after I saw the scar."
Jareth decided not to comment. Sarah smiled, "I should thank Felara for keeping me alive..."
Jareth's eyes saddened and then Sarah turned to him, taking his hand, "...and you, for saving my life."
His eyes brightend and his face softened, something rarely seen, "You're welcome."
* * *
Crash, a shower of glass flew everywhere. "Curses!" Another charge sent more glass flying. A very angry man sent electric charges flying from his hand. Then he stopped suddenly and began laughing madly.
"So, Jareth. You win this round. Apparently she has your protection once more. How could I forget she could call upon you. No matter, she is marked."
He chuckled darkly, touching a mirror and causing an image of Sarah to appear, "Still," he said slyly, "It would indeed have been nice to know her better once more." His hand rab along Sarah's face, "Oh, what fun she would be. Hahahahahaha!"
His hand waved over the mirror and it cleared, his voice calm now and his face serious, "But how? How shall I get to her again? She will not be easily fooled by the same trick twice. And that horse... that horse is a silent warning to her. It cannot be with her. No, she needs to be alone," he chuckled, "Very alone."
He moved to a small fireplace, a low fire burning and picked up a very old photo from the mantle, "Once more, I almost had what I wanted. Everything was within my grasp. That deal I made sealed it. But then that white light, Oh that horrid light destroyed everything! If ever I find who stopped my plans! It was perfect! Jareth would have been dead at my feet and I would have been all powerful!" He threw another charge into the fire, causing it to roar up and then die again.
The man looked at his gloved hand, a little steam flowting from it, and clenched his fist, his voice clenched as well, "I will have what I want. No one can stop me now. Once Jareth is gone, all will be mine!"
His laughter echoed through the room and into the dark woods beyond.
* * *
Sarah smiled, giggling as she was led blindfolded from the dining room. After supper a few days later, Jareth spoke of a surprise and then had her blindfolded. Now she made her way gingerly, with Jareth leading her by the hand, down what sounded like a large hallway. Jareth chuckled each time she stumbled, steading her.
"Alright, we're here," he said as they stopped abruptly. Sarah heard large doors open, was led in further, the doors closing behind her.
"Now," Jareth said gently from behind her, "Close your eyes until I say." She felt the blicdfold untied from behind and Jareth's strong hands turning her around to face him, placing his hand on her waist, her's on his shoulder and then taking her other hand in his. Then they began to dance slowly as music floated around them out of no where, hauntingly familar. Sarah gasped as a soft rush of wind went around her and her dress and hair felt different, feeling her shoulders were now bare.
"Now, open them slowly."
Sarah did and she felt her breath escape her. It was the ballroom from so long ago. She noticed her dress was changed to the same white satin dress of that first dance with Jareth and as they passes a mirror she saw her hair done the same. She looked at Jareth and saw he wore the same glittering blue jacket, black pants and knee high boots of before as well. He smiled.
"There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Opened and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes."
"Oh, Jareth," Sarah whispered in delight, color rising in her cheeks. Jareth smiled more, singing softly.
"There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart."
Sarah smiled, swirling around the room with Jareth. Suddenly at the mention of "moon", an image flashed before her eyes. A glowing kingdom, soft light, a dance like this. Sarah blinked. What was that? Instead of thinking on it, she continued to looke at Jareth as he sang.
"As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down."
Again, visions flashed. A dance, laughter, a sudden explosion, screams, crying out for someone, a sharp pain.
Sarah let out a small gasp and stumbled. Jareth frowned, "Sarah, what is it?"
"I don't know," she said quietly, trying to regain her senses, "Just images, flashes of something, like a forgotten memory. I feel... I feel like I've heard this song before."
Jareth smiled, "Of coarse. I sang it to you when we first danced in the dream bubble."
"No," she shook her head looking at him, "Before. It seems much further back then this. In another place. Something awful happend there."
Jareth became concerned, "It seemed to give you quite a start. Are you sure you're all right?"
Sarah nodded, smiling at him, "Thank you for the dance. It was lovely. I'm sorry I ruined it for you."
Jareth gently took her chin, "You never ruin anything for me. If anything, I ruin it for you."
Sarah looked into his eyes, taking his hand with hers, "No. You never will."
They stared at each other so long that it almost seemed as if time stood still. Then Jareth stepped back, breaking the moment, "You should probably rest. The attack from before has probably still weakened you."
Sarah's eyes grew sad but she nodded. Her ballgown and Jareth's suit disappeared and they returned to thier former appearance. He escorted her to her room, kissed her hand and bid her good night. She sighed as she entered her chambers, changed into her night dress and snuggled into her bed. For a few minutes she stared at the banked fire burning softly, until her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep.
The dark haired fae's eyes on the tapestry, flashed once, smirking.
