It is said that in the beginning there was the initiation. Any act you want. A word, a sexual act, a single tear, an accident.
It is said that God initiated all of this. Any God or Goddess, take your pick. There are millions, all fringing the edges of our subconscious. They fight and vie for out belief. It is what sustains them.
But where did they come from?
Some say from chaos. Some say from us, we created them to create us. The chicken or the egg? Which will come first? I like the egg one best, but from where did that egg come?
See this, a little boy, laughing as the stars spun as he ordered them, the moon glowed as he wanted it to, and the galaxies sang what he wished. His hair is blond. His eyes are mismatched as he stares the suns down, watches the supernovas that happen.
He does not know that as he wished himself into existence that this all came into being. Why should he? Can you remember your birth? I'm sure it would be an unpleasant memory for anything.
Supernovas. Such a sight. A star about to die, a magnificent gift of nature, that was unwittingly created, shining out light, heat and noise, exploding and carrying on.
Just one unwittingly creates a black hole. Then another, then another. All in a dot on the universes year. What is time if you are immortal and made to rule? He ignores the black shadows that are trying to gain sustenance in the vastness of everything. Why should he worry? He's young, he's free and he has just spotted a jewel.
A blue jewel. It glimmers with water, just forming out of condensing vapour. Like the shadow that pushes him to ground. To the earth, for that is what she has named herself. Now that he is there, she will not let him go, but he is not bothered. He has found a name. Jareth. And this Mother Earth is a warm comfort to him. She is warm and full of wonders.
Icy mountain peaks that glimmer in the sun. clear blue skies, or thundering, exciting stormy ones. Seas of water, that reflects the sky with jealous, humorous devotion. Volcanoes that show the cruelty of the Earth. The beauty of it, in bursts of glowing orange and fierce red. Wood land glades, rainforests and weird and phenomenal creatures.
Humans. They have belief. He is not alone. He is their King. They believe in him. He is content, worshiped. He can ignore his neighbours, or so he thought.
The neighbours, they can not ignore him. They feel he is heresy to their make-believe god. As soon as his people fall under his sword he knows that their pale gods are Gods, as long as they believe and worship.
He is so much more, and in a fit of spite, is pushed by the shadowed ones into a role. A Goblin King. In all his glory, when he was feared and whispered about. Not content w9ith that, they tried to drag him further, bury him under the weight of all that loneliness he had never felt before. All that hurt that made him lost in his own room.
He had never been so contained. The age of not believing had set in. He lost all his memory, and he just knows that the shadows where to blame, and he had to fight them off.
He needed belief. He found belief. People would sometimes run his Labyrinth, hoping to gain back the person they had so carelessly wished away.
It still wasn't enough. He needed to stronger than conjuring crystal balls and bullying his subjects. The Bog of Eternal Stench was a brilliant idea, if ever Jareth had ever had one. It kept them the shadows away. It prevented them from entering his realm and killing his subjects that where forced to believe in him.
He just needed someone to believe in them of their own free will. That woman was namely Sarah.
She was just so damned stubborn.
With a sigh he observed the determined set of her mouth. She was not going to cry for his help. With a wave of his hand he sent a confused Hoggle to aid her. If only she'd just co-operate!
Well, in time she would see. Time was nothing to him, that had watched the galaxies been created. It seemed so long ago, so distant. Yet the bad was all so fresh.
Jareth settled back with a self-satisfied smirk to watch the show.
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Cordette and Emma gazed in fascinated fear at the man, Jason. Maybe we shouldn't have come here they thought. It was the only warning signal that they gave themselves. It didn't take much for Jason to overpower their will, so they became his. They weren't very intelligent girls after all.
"Now we," Jason smiled, "need to find Sarah. But in a way that the Goblin King won't find us."
They looked, eager yet hollow eyed, holding on to every word he said, and they would follow every instruction to the letter. Even if it meant they died. Even if it meant everyone else died, they would get Sarah and Jason would kill her. They just had to pick the bitch up without alerting Jareth.
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A light struck and caught in the dampness of the oubliette. "Sarah?" Hoggle questioned incredulously.
"Yes." She started simply, in a quiet, subdued voice.
Hoggle quickly set about freeing her, burning the Devils Snare until it shrank back away from them from the heat and poisonous light.
"Lets get our selves owt o' here." Sarah nodded vigorously and staggered out after him on stiff limbs. They staggered out of the door that Hoggle yanked open and breathed in the dry, dusty air of the round rat tunnel they found themselves in.
"Thanks." Sarah fell to her knees and hugged Hoggle. "I'm sorry Hoggle! He wouldn't let me see you without..."
"That's all right" Hoggle hugged her shyly back. "It's not your fault."
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "What's he up to this time?"
"I don't know." Hoggle shrugged helplessly. "He's been acting crazy." Hoggle considered what he'd just said. "Different for him like. Firsts, he tells us not to even come near you, then he practically throws me in there with you!" Hoggle waved his arms in the air; "I don't even know what he's up to! Not that I ever did..." Hoggle trailed off and looked at her, worry showing on his honest face.
What Hoggle had just said confused Sarah greatly. "How are Ludo and Didymus and Ambrosias?"
Hoggle hesitated, and the feeling of dread in Sarah's stomach grew greater and heavier.
"Well, you see he weren't happy..."
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Cordette giggled. "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away, right NOW!" she wasn't worried, Jason would take care of it all. She looked at the Goblin Kings disgusted face and giggled. He took her away.
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Okay, I'm not so sure about this chapter. Tell me what you think. Though many thanks for the reviews! :) I did summersaults because ffn was back and then wow, I had 29 reviews! That's my record :). How about 35 reviews for the next chapter?
And of cause the votes are still going! Will it be J/S, S/D or...nobody. (I think that J/D would be pushing it…;)
And I updated this chapter earlier but it got swiped :( so here it is! In all it's glory *laughs* I hope you enjoyed reading.
