MORTAL BELOVED
(Chapter 14)
Return of the warrior.
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"Aiggh!" squealed Sarah as she fell from her current position, floating close to the ceiling, with a thunk.
Jareth hid an amused smirk and rushed over to her.
"Are you ok?" he asked kindly and Sarah groaned, rising to her feet,
"Well my pride is mortally wounded, but apart from that I seem to be fine!" she stated sardonically, and Jareth chuckled.
They had arrived at the Mortal Kingdom the night before, and had been welcomed with a lavish feast thrown in their honour. Hours later, they had fallen exhausted into their beds. Sarah had awoken this morning and requested that Jareth teach her some magic.
Jareth smirked again, as Sarah brushed the dirt off the burgundy tunic she had donned for the lesson.
It hadn't been an easy morning for her, reflected Jareth and it had almost seemed to him as though something was holding her back.
"Jareth, I know what you said about not wanting to teach me combat in case I get possessed again, but please, anything is better than repeatedly falling from the ceiling!" she exclaimed, annoyed.
Jareth raised an eyebrow,
"Sarah, being able to levitate, and maintain that levitation is an important feyan skill" he stated resignedly.
Sarah glared, and then grinned, "Well, if you're so good at it, then why don't you come here and show me" she exclaimed, and Jareth smiled back.
"It'd be my pleasure" he drawled and instantly he was in front of her. Jareth pulled her close to him and she gasped, grinning as he bent down to kiss her softly. Sarah's eyes widened as both she and Jareth rose into the air.
"It's easy" he stated superiorly and loosened his grasp slightly.
"Jareth…Don't!" she exclaimed desperately, Jareth returned to the ground and Sarah stayed where she was for a second before falling to the ground most ungracefully.
"Aiggghhh!"
"The vision struck as Sarah rose from the ground, forcing her back down, she shut her eyes and surrendered to it.
An image flashed before Sarah's eyes, and she saw the same woman that she had seen in the last vision, realising that this was Seran, she watched as the scene unfolded before her.
Sarah saw the castle, and a horde of demon soldiers ruthlessly slaughtering the guards, the scene flashed into the castle and Sarah saw Seran running frantically up a long flight of twisting stairs with a bundle in her arms.
Sarah then saw Seran hide the bundle, come back down and witness her husbands death, Sarah then saw the brave desperation with which Seran launched herself into the fray, she killed one, two, three demons before being cut open by the swords of her enemies,
Gasping, Sarah sat bolt upright and opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face and Jareth's concerned face swam into her vision.
"What is it Sarah? What did you see?" he demanded, and Sarah rose shakily to her feet.
"I saw.. Death" she stated, voice haunted.
* * *
"You ok?" asked Findlay, startling Alanya out of her reverie. She forced a smile, and turned to face him.
"I don't know Findlay, It's great to be back here, but I can't help it, I have a really strong feeling that something terrible is going to happen, and soon" she stated.
Findlay smiled and put his arms around her,
"Hey, I thought that Sarah was the one with the powers" he teased softly and Alanya looked at the ground.
The smile disappeared from his face and creased into an expression of concern.
"Hey, she'll be all right, we'll all be alright" he stated comfortingly and Alanya grasped his hand,
"I know, I just feel so useless, the three of you are fey and have powers beyond my comprehension, and I'm just a plain old mortal, who couldn't protect anyone even if they tried!" she exclaimed, eyes down cast. Findlay grimaced.
"Alanya, you are what you are, you may be mortal yes, but in no way are you plain, and I love you for being you" he stated softly, and Alanya looked up, tears misting her eyes,
"Do you really mean that?" she asked uncertainly and Findlay smiled.
"More than anything else in this entire world" he stated, and Alanya felt a smile grace her lips.
"I love you too" she whispered into his neck as he pulled her close.
* * *
Ragan snickered to himself as he strode through his castles gates and into the wasteland that surrounded it. He knew that Toran definitely wasn't telling him something and he was determined to discover exactly what it was. He knew that Toran had a secret place where he sometimes went to think, he had discovered this years ago, when upon becoming curious as to where Toran kept on disappearing to, had followed him here.
Ragan walked through the wastelands and came to the clearing that he was looking for, he turned around, scanning the trees and bushes for any sign of something out of the ordinary. Spying a hollow in one of the larger trees, He walked towards it.
Ragan reached into the hollow and felt his hand touch something sharp. He grasped hold and pulled it out,
Ragan's eyes widened as he saw the intricate inscriptions on the blade, He had had one of these in the days of the civil war, a fey dagger, the only weapon that could possibly kill feys. He had killed Findlay's family with a blade similar to this,
::How ironic:: he thought to himself, reflecting that Findlay would perish by a blade not unlike the one that had caused the last breaths of his family.
Ragan grinned, he couldn't have hoped for anything better, He was curious about why Toran would have forged such a dagger, but quickly dismissed it as him having done it to avenge his family and punish the "killer"
Still grinning, he quickly tucked the dagger inside his shirt and hurried back to the castle.
* * *
Toran sat in the great hall with his father, eating the midday meal. Not that he considered the man who sat before him his father anymore, and he felt a sharp barb of pain slice through his heart.
Ragan cleared his throat and smiled at him.
"Well son, I want you to know that I forgive you" he stated nobly.
Toran frowned and felt anger flare through him. Through clenched teeth he asked,
"For what pray tell?"
Ragan grinned,
"Why for forging the fey dagger without my permission, but that's all forgotten, the main thing is that you did, and now I can use it! I used to have one of these but it was destroyed in the civil war.. terrible, terrible shame. But now victory is upon us and tomorrow I rally the troops" he stated contentedly,
Toran felt a clench in his stomach and knew that unless he stopped Ragan, then he would go on a killing spree with Jareth and Findlay being the first on the list. He gulped, and decided to play along.
An idea occurring to him, Toran smiled and looked over at Ragan.
"Can I fight with you?" he asked. And Ragan smirked,
"Of course son, we shall need your skills as a fighter" he stated exuberantly.
Toran and Ragan grinned, each for their own reasons and then Ragan got up and left the room to put out a call for all demon soldiers of fighting age to immediately report to him.
* * *
Sarah walked aimlessly around the castles halls, Finn and Jareth had excused themselves to go out riding with Dranion and Alanya was in her room having a nap, She was all by herself and didn't know what to do, Sarah leant against the wall and remembered the vision from that morning, such pain and suffering, It was then that she heard it,
"SSSAAAARRRAAAHHH" the soft eerie echo of a voice that beckoned her to follow it, obliging, she stopped leaning on the wall and started walking the way that the voice had come from.
"Is anyone there?" she called, her voice unnaturally loud in the dull silence. There was no response so she continued, and when she reached a staircase, she began to climb. Sarah climbed around and around in circles and realised that she must be in one of the towers. It was odd, she felt a longing in her chest, a longing to go further, to reach the top of the stairs and discover what lay beyond it.
Sarah reached the top and found herself standing before a door, She fingered the heavy oak lightly and wondered what was behind it, Sarah felt as though she were being pulled by a string as she eased open the door and peeked inside.
Sarah gasped when she saw a golden light radiating throughout the room and a figure standing in the centre of it all.
Sarah leant back against the table that stood alongside the wall and was thankful for the support, feeling that otherwise her knees would have buckled and she would have fallen.
The figure turned slowly and suddenly Sarah felt a sense of pure safeness wash over her. Somehow, deep in her heart, she knew that the woman before her was someone to be trusted. It was her grandmother.
Seran stepped out of the light, and Sarah marvelled at her transparency.
"I'm glad I finally got the chance to meet you" stated Seran softly, smiling kindly. Sarah smiled back and took in the sight of her grandmother, The ruby hair cascading down her shoulders, the green tunic, sword in a leather scabbard at her waist, her knee length brown boots and with deadly looking daggers strapped to them.
Sarah smiled again,
"It's wonderful to actually see you Grandmother, mother told me about you" she stated, trembling.
Seran smiled.
"I'm guessing that your name is Sarah, When I had that run in with Jareth, He kept on calling me Sarah" she replied, and Sarah nodded.
"Grandmother please I-I come seeking.." Sarah began but Seran cut her off.
"I know what you seek Sarah, and I can give you some answers but not all" she replied. Sarah nodded, and motioned for Seran to continue.
"I guess you want to know why I was possessing you.. Well the truth is I don't know, I had no more control over it than you did, I didn't even know your name or anything about you, It seems that even for spirits there is some governing force we must obey.
But we, My love and I have been stuck here, in this castle since we perished under the fey blades in the war of Ages, I guess, well I think that somehow, we didn't get to finish our lives and we have a second chance through you and Jareth"
Sarah reeled,
"What do you mean Jareth? What do you want with him?" she demanded, Seran smiled and placed an arm on her shoulder.
"Relax my love, Fagan has told me that he has to posess Jareth to fulfil his purpose and so we can run our course" she replied.
Still puzzled Sarah frowned.
"What do you mean by second chance? The oracle back at the castle said that there might be some danger but he couldn't say what" she stated, confused.
Seran grimaced,
"Sarah, I am afraid that he was right, and as for danger, indeed yes it is danger of the worst kind, I fear. War, even now an evil presence plans there siege upon you and The Goblin King at this castle, I don't know how I know but please trust me" Seran stated carefully.
Sarah frowned once again. "Are you sure, I do trust you, but war?" she exclaimed and Seran nodded sadly,
"Yes my love, war" she replied.
"Can you foresee what will happen?" demanded Sarah, and Seran trembled slightly.
"All I know is that when the time comes your love will be tested, abd the fate of Jareth is in yours, and your hands alone" she replied and Sarah gasped.
"But I'm not strong.. I can't fight, How can I protect him?" she stammered. Seran smiled softly.
"That's where we come in" she stated confidently and Sarah nodded, realising what was going to happen. "So, then you will posess us" she stated and Seran nodded, and brushed a stray tear from her eye.
"I only hope that this time, I will be able to save my love from the fate we befell so many years ago..I feel somehow, Sarah that we are undefinably linked, my past, my second chance, is in your future. Through you I must right the wrongs that were committed in the past and help banish this new evil to ensure the peace of not just the past, but the future" she replied sombrely.
Sarah reached out and felt her hands pass through Seran as though she were nothing but air.
Seran laughed, as did Sarah.
"Sarah, I have one request" stated Seran seriously. Sarah looked up,
"Please, bring me my daughter, I would love to meet her and see what has become of my baby" she asked, and Sarah nodded,
As she walked over to the door, Sarah fell backwards as it was thrown open.
* * *
Jareth and Dranion burst through the door at the exact same moment. Jareth looked around bewildered. He reached out and helped Sarah to her feet, wondering what she was doing on the ground.
Jareth saw Sarah make a gesture to someone on the other side of the room, but as far as he could see, the room was empty.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously and then wondered why Sarah looked at him as if he had just sprouted another head.
Sarah smiled sheepishly,
"I was just talking to Seran" she replied and Jareth frowned.
"Sarah, there's no one here, we heard you talking to someone up here and came to investigate it" he replied, bewildered.
Sarah frowned at his response.
"But can't you see her? She's standing right there" she replied annoyed, and pointing to thin air. Jareth's eyes widened and he wondered if she had indeed hit her head when she had fallen.
Smirking ever so slightly, Jareth replied; "Sarah, I don't see anyone there"
Sarah turned suddenly and appeared to be listening to someone, she nodded and then turned back to Jareth.
"She said that only family members have the ability to see the spirits of their perished love ones" she replied and Jareth realised that she was right, If, for some reason a spirit could not move on to the next world then indeed yes family members could see them.
::Well, that could explain the possessions:: he thought to himself, and bowed in the general direction that Sarah had indicated.
"Lady Seran, I apologise for my rudeness" he stated sombrely. Sarah laughed, and he looked up, offended.
"She's gone Jareth" she stated, laughing. Jareth glared and straightened up.
"So, What did she want?" he asked lightly.
Sarah grimaced.
"Jareth, it isn't her that has drawn me here, that has given me the visions or even deliberately possessed me, It was something..else, Seran told me that she didn't have a choice and she did it without even realising it, like a puppet on a string." She explained carefully. And Jareth nodded in comprehension.
"Sarah, I was told a long time ago that there was a guardian of spirits that had lost their way between this world and the next but I never believed it till now" he replied and Sarah smiled.
"That has to be it" she stated, grinning up at him.
"Oh and Jareth, they want you too" she stated with relish and grinned wickedly.
* * *
Ragan marched around the head of the rapidly swelling group of soldiers before him.
"I want you to go to each outpost in the borderlands and recruit as many fighters for our cause as you can!" he barked and the soldiers quickly disappeared.
Ragan knew that he had the element of surprise in his favour and that this time he would be the Goblin King, he would succeed and avenge his father's exile.
Ragan picked up the fey blade by its hilt and fingered it lovingly.
He marvelled at how such a instrument could be so deadly yet so beautiful at the exact same time.
"Now that I have you..How can I make more of you?" he wondered aloud. An idea came to him and grinning, he strode into his castle.
"TORAN!!"
* * *
"What do you mean they want me too?" demanded Jareth and Sarah smirked slightly.
"Well, from what I can gather Fagan and Alanya need to have their second chance at their final battle and defeat their enemies in order to ba able to move on..Seran wishes to use me, and Fagan well, they want to use you" she replied calmly.
Jareth frowned. And wondered what she meant about second chance.
"But Sarah, we are not engaged in battle with anyone and peace reigns" he replied uncertainly and Sarah grimaced.
"Not for long Jareth, What Seran knew and could tell me was limited, but from what she did, it seems that there is indeed a powerful threat to us, and they intend to make war" she stated, nervously fiddling with her gown.
Dranion muttered something under his breath and Sarah and Jareth both looked over at him.
Dranion's face had paled, to the consistency of a white sheet.
"They intend to live out their final battle and right their past through the future, but from what I have read of our kingdoms history, that battle was nothing but a blood bath, for our warriors and leaders. If they couldn't beat them then, what makes them think they have a chance now?" He demanded, and Sarah frowned.
"The fey blade!" she exclaimed suddenly. Then placed a hand over her mouth, eyes widening.
"Why did I say that?" she asked, and Jareth grinned suddenly,
"No, She's right Sarah, The only reason why the borderlords campaign was successful was because they had forged the fey blade and somehow worked out how to duplicate it, yet all with that knowledge perished in the war, We have a good chance, besides what is the probability of all of the borderlords coming together again? The last I heard, five out of the six borderlords were content to live in peace, and we all know who the sixth is" Jareth finished off.
Dranion began to pace.
"Ok, we know that the threat is Ragan, we know that he is working by himself and that it would be impossible for him to have the fey blade let alone duplicate it" he stated in an authoritive tone Sarah and Jareth nodded, and continued to watch the king as he paced the length of the small room.
"So do we know when he is coming and where he is coming from?" he demanded, looking over at Sarah in search of an answer and she shook her head sadly.
"Seran didn't know, We only know that he is coming, we know not where or when..Only, That he is.. coming"
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(Chapter 14)
Return of the warrior.
DISCLAIMER: DO I REALLY HAVE TO TELL YOU *AGAIN* THAT I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE LABYRINTH CHARACTERS??
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"Aiggh!" squealed Sarah as she fell from her current position, floating close to the ceiling, with a thunk.
Jareth hid an amused smirk and rushed over to her.
"Are you ok?" he asked kindly and Sarah groaned, rising to her feet,
"Well my pride is mortally wounded, but apart from that I seem to be fine!" she stated sardonically, and Jareth chuckled.
They had arrived at the Mortal Kingdom the night before, and had been welcomed with a lavish feast thrown in their honour. Hours later, they had fallen exhausted into their beds. Sarah had awoken this morning and requested that Jareth teach her some magic.
Jareth smirked again, as Sarah brushed the dirt off the burgundy tunic she had donned for the lesson.
It hadn't been an easy morning for her, reflected Jareth and it had almost seemed to him as though something was holding her back.
"Jareth, I know what you said about not wanting to teach me combat in case I get possessed again, but please, anything is better than repeatedly falling from the ceiling!" she exclaimed, annoyed.
Jareth raised an eyebrow,
"Sarah, being able to levitate, and maintain that levitation is an important feyan skill" he stated resignedly.
Sarah glared, and then grinned, "Well, if you're so good at it, then why don't you come here and show me" she exclaimed, and Jareth smiled back.
"It'd be my pleasure" he drawled and instantly he was in front of her. Jareth pulled her close to him and she gasped, grinning as he bent down to kiss her softly. Sarah's eyes widened as both she and Jareth rose into the air.
"It's easy" he stated superiorly and loosened his grasp slightly.
"Jareth…Don't!" she exclaimed desperately, Jareth returned to the ground and Sarah stayed where she was for a second before falling to the ground most ungracefully.
"Aiggghhh!"
"The vision struck as Sarah rose from the ground, forcing her back down, she shut her eyes and surrendered to it.
An image flashed before Sarah's eyes, and she saw the same woman that she had seen in the last vision, realising that this was Seran, she watched as the scene unfolded before her.
Sarah saw the castle, and a horde of demon soldiers ruthlessly slaughtering the guards, the scene flashed into the castle and Sarah saw Seran running frantically up a long flight of twisting stairs with a bundle in her arms.
Sarah then saw Seran hide the bundle, come back down and witness her husbands death, Sarah then saw the brave desperation with which Seran launched herself into the fray, she killed one, two, three demons before being cut open by the swords of her enemies,
Gasping, Sarah sat bolt upright and opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face and Jareth's concerned face swam into her vision.
"What is it Sarah? What did you see?" he demanded, and Sarah rose shakily to her feet.
"I saw.. Death" she stated, voice haunted.
* * *
"You ok?" asked Findlay, startling Alanya out of her reverie. She forced a smile, and turned to face him.
"I don't know Findlay, It's great to be back here, but I can't help it, I have a really strong feeling that something terrible is going to happen, and soon" she stated.
Findlay smiled and put his arms around her,
"Hey, I thought that Sarah was the one with the powers" he teased softly and Alanya looked at the ground.
The smile disappeared from his face and creased into an expression of concern.
"Hey, she'll be all right, we'll all be alright" he stated comfortingly and Alanya grasped his hand,
"I know, I just feel so useless, the three of you are fey and have powers beyond my comprehension, and I'm just a plain old mortal, who couldn't protect anyone even if they tried!" she exclaimed, eyes down cast. Findlay grimaced.
"Alanya, you are what you are, you may be mortal yes, but in no way are you plain, and I love you for being you" he stated softly, and Alanya looked up, tears misting her eyes,
"Do you really mean that?" she asked uncertainly and Findlay smiled.
"More than anything else in this entire world" he stated, and Alanya felt a smile grace her lips.
"I love you too" she whispered into his neck as he pulled her close.
* * *
Ragan snickered to himself as he strode through his castles gates and into the wasteland that surrounded it. He knew that Toran definitely wasn't telling him something and he was determined to discover exactly what it was. He knew that Toran had a secret place where he sometimes went to think, he had discovered this years ago, when upon becoming curious as to where Toran kept on disappearing to, had followed him here.
Ragan walked through the wastelands and came to the clearing that he was looking for, he turned around, scanning the trees and bushes for any sign of something out of the ordinary. Spying a hollow in one of the larger trees, He walked towards it.
Ragan reached into the hollow and felt his hand touch something sharp. He grasped hold and pulled it out,
Ragan's eyes widened as he saw the intricate inscriptions on the blade, He had had one of these in the days of the civil war, a fey dagger, the only weapon that could possibly kill feys. He had killed Findlay's family with a blade similar to this,
::How ironic:: he thought to himself, reflecting that Findlay would perish by a blade not unlike the one that had caused the last breaths of his family.
Ragan grinned, he couldn't have hoped for anything better, He was curious about why Toran would have forged such a dagger, but quickly dismissed it as him having done it to avenge his family and punish the "killer"
Still grinning, he quickly tucked the dagger inside his shirt and hurried back to the castle.
* * *
Toran sat in the great hall with his father, eating the midday meal. Not that he considered the man who sat before him his father anymore, and he felt a sharp barb of pain slice through his heart.
Ragan cleared his throat and smiled at him.
"Well son, I want you to know that I forgive you" he stated nobly.
Toran frowned and felt anger flare through him. Through clenched teeth he asked,
"For what pray tell?"
Ragan grinned,
"Why for forging the fey dagger without my permission, but that's all forgotten, the main thing is that you did, and now I can use it! I used to have one of these but it was destroyed in the civil war.. terrible, terrible shame. But now victory is upon us and tomorrow I rally the troops" he stated contentedly,
Toran felt a clench in his stomach and knew that unless he stopped Ragan, then he would go on a killing spree with Jareth and Findlay being the first on the list. He gulped, and decided to play along.
An idea occurring to him, Toran smiled and looked over at Ragan.
"Can I fight with you?" he asked. And Ragan smirked,
"Of course son, we shall need your skills as a fighter" he stated exuberantly.
Toran and Ragan grinned, each for their own reasons and then Ragan got up and left the room to put out a call for all demon soldiers of fighting age to immediately report to him.
* * *
Sarah walked aimlessly around the castles halls, Finn and Jareth had excused themselves to go out riding with Dranion and Alanya was in her room having a nap, She was all by herself and didn't know what to do, Sarah leant against the wall and remembered the vision from that morning, such pain and suffering, It was then that she heard it,
"SSSAAAARRRAAAHHH" the soft eerie echo of a voice that beckoned her to follow it, obliging, she stopped leaning on the wall and started walking the way that the voice had come from.
"Is anyone there?" she called, her voice unnaturally loud in the dull silence. There was no response so she continued, and when she reached a staircase, she began to climb. Sarah climbed around and around in circles and realised that she must be in one of the towers. It was odd, she felt a longing in her chest, a longing to go further, to reach the top of the stairs and discover what lay beyond it.
Sarah reached the top and found herself standing before a door, She fingered the heavy oak lightly and wondered what was behind it, Sarah felt as though she were being pulled by a string as she eased open the door and peeked inside.
Sarah gasped when she saw a golden light radiating throughout the room and a figure standing in the centre of it all.
Sarah leant back against the table that stood alongside the wall and was thankful for the support, feeling that otherwise her knees would have buckled and she would have fallen.
The figure turned slowly and suddenly Sarah felt a sense of pure safeness wash over her. Somehow, deep in her heart, she knew that the woman before her was someone to be trusted. It was her grandmother.
Seran stepped out of the light, and Sarah marvelled at her transparency.
"I'm glad I finally got the chance to meet you" stated Seran softly, smiling kindly. Sarah smiled back and took in the sight of her grandmother, The ruby hair cascading down her shoulders, the green tunic, sword in a leather scabbard at her waist, her knee length brown boots and with deadly looking daggers strapped to them.
Sarah smiled again,
"It's wonderful to actually see you Grandmother, mother told me about you" she stated, trembling.
Seran smiled.
"I'm guessing that your name is Sarah, When I had that run in with Jareth, He kept on calling me Sarah" she replied, and Sarah nodded.
"Grandmother please I-I come seeking.." Sarah began but Seran cut her off.
"I know what you seek Sarah, and I can give you some answers but not all" she replied. Sarah nodded, and motioned for Seran to continue.
"I guess you want to know why I was possessing you.. Well the truth is I don't know, I had no more control over it than you did, I didn't even know your name or anything about you, It seems that even for spirits there is some governing force we must obey.
But we, My love and I have been stuck here, in this castle since we perished under the fey blades in the war of Ages, I guess, well I think that somehow, we didn't get to finish our lives and we have a second chance through you and Jareth"
Sarah reeled,
"What do you mean Jareth? What do you want with him?" she demanded, Seran smiled and placed an arm on her shoulder.
"Relax my love, Fagan has told me that he has to posess Jareth to fulfil his purpose and so we can run our course" she replied.
Still puzzled Sarah frowned.
"What do you mean by second chance? The oracle back at the castle said that there might be some danger but he couldn't say what" she stated, confused.
Seran grimaced,
"Sarah, I am afraid that he was right, and as for danger, indeed yes it is danger of the worst kind, I fear. War, even now an evil presence plans there siege upon you and The Goblin King at this castle, I don't know how I know but please trust me" Seran stated carefully.
Sarah frowned once again. "Are you sure, I do trust you, but war?" she exclaimed and Seran nodded sadly,
"Yes my love, war" she replied.
"Can you foresee what will happen?" demanded Sarah, and Seran trembled slightly.
"All I know is that when the time comes your love will be tested, abd the fate of Jareth is in yours, and your hands alone" she replied and Sarah gasped.
"But I'm not strong.. I can't fight, How can I protect him?" she stammered. Seran smiled softly.
"That's where we come in" she stated confidently and Sarah nodded, realising what was going to happen. "So, then you will posess us" she stated and Seran nodded, and brushed a stray tear from her eye.
"I only hope that this time, I will be able to save my love from the fate we befell so many years ago..I feel somehow, Sarah that we are undefinably linked, my past, my second chance, is in your future. Through you I must right the wrongs that were committed in the past and help banish this new evil to ensure the peace of not just the past, but the future" she replied sombrely.
Sarah reached out and felt her hands pass through Seran as though she were nothing but air.
Seran laughed, as did Sarah.
"Sarah, I have one request" stated Seran seriously. Sarah looked up,
"Please, bring me my daughter, I would love to meet her and see what has become of my baby" she asked, and Sarah nodded,
As she walked over to the door, Sarah fell backwards as it was thrown open.
* * *
Jareth and Dranion burst through the door at the exact same moment. Jareth looked around bewildered. He reached out and helped Sarah to her feet, wondering what she was doing on the ground.
Jareth saw Sarah make a gesture to someone on the other side of the room, but as far as he could see, the room was empty.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously and then wondered why Sarah looked at him as if he had just sprouted another head.
Sarah smiled sheepishly,
"I was just talking to Seran" she replied and Jareth frowned.
"Sarah, there's no one here, we heard you talking to someone up here and came to investigate it" he replied, bewildered.
Sarah frowned at his response.
"But can't you see her? She's standing right there" she replied annoyed, and pointing to thin air. Jareth's eyes widened and he wondered if she had indeed hit her head when she had fallen.
Smirking ever so slightly, Jareth replied; "Sarah, I don't see anyone there"
Sarah turned suddenly and appeared to be listening to someone, she nodded and then turned back to Jareth.
"She said that only family members have the ability to see the spirits of their perished love ones" she replied and Jareth realised that she was right, If, for some reason a spirit could not move on to the next world then indeed yes family members could see them.
::Well, that could explain the possessions:: he thought to himself, and bowed in the general direction that Sarah had indicated.
"Lady Seran, I apologise for my rudeness" he stated sombrely. Sarah laughed, and he looked up, offended.
"She's gone Jareth" she stated, laughing. Jareth glared and straightened up.
"So, What did she want?" he asked lightly.
Sarah grimaced.
"Jareth, it isn't her that has drawn me here, that has given me the visions or even deliberately possessed me, It was something..else, Seran told me that she didn't have a choice and she did it without even realising it, like a puppet on a string." She explained carefully. And Jareth nodded in comprehension.
"Sarah, I was told a long time ago that there was a guardian of spirits that had lost their way between this world and the next but I never believed it till now" he replied and Sarah smiled.
"That has to be it" she stated, grinning up at him.
"Oh and Jareth, they want you too" she stated with relish and grinned wickedly.
* * *
Ragan marched around the head of the rapidly swelling group of soldiers before him.
"I want you to go to each outpost in the borderlands and recruit as many fighters for our cause as you can!" he barked and the soldiers quickly disappeared.
Ragan knew that he had the element of surprise in his favour and that this time he would be the Goblin King, he would succeed and avenge his father's exile.
Ragan picked up the fey blade by its hilt and fingered it lovingly.
He marvelled at how such a instrument could be so deadly yet so beautiful at the exact same time.
"Now that I have you..How can I make more of you?" he wondered aloud. An idea came to him and grinning, he strode into his castle.
"TORAN!!"
* * *
"What do you mean they want me too?" demanded Jareth and Sarah smirked slightly.
"Well, from what I can gather Fagan and Alanya need to have their second chance at their final battle and defeat their enemies in order to ba able to move on..Seran wishes to use me, and Fagan well, they want to use you" she replied calmly.
Jareth frowned. And wondered what she meant about second chance.
"But Sarah, we are not engaged in battle with anyone and peace reigns" he replied uncertainly and Sarah grimaced.
"Not for long Jareth, What Seran knew and could tell me was limited, but from what she did, it seems that there is indeed a powerful threat to us, and they intend to make war" she stated, nervously fiddling with her gown.
Dranion muttered something under his breath and Sarah and Jareth both looked over at him.
Dranion's face had paled, to the consistency of a white sheet.
"They intend to live out their final battle and right their past through the future, but from what I have read of our kingdoms history, that battle was nothing but a blood bath, for our warriors and leaders. If they couldn't beat them then, what makes them think they have a chance now?" He demanded, and Sarah frowned.
"The fey blade!" she exclaimed suddenly. Then placed a hand over her mouth, eyes widening.
"Why did I say that?" she asked, and Jareth grinned suddenly,
"No, She's right Sarah, The only reason why the borderlords campaign was successful was because they had forged the fey blade and somehow worked out how to duplicate it, yet all with that knowledge perished in the war, We have a good chance, besides what is the probability of all of the borderlords coming together again? The last I heard, five out of the six borderlords were content to live in peace, and we all know who the sixth is" Jareth finished off.
Dranion began to pace.
"Ok, we know that the threat is Ragan, we know that he is working by himself and that it would be impossible for him to have the fey blade let alone duplicate it" he stated in an authoritive tone Sarah and Jareth nodded, and continued to watch the king as he paced the length of the small room.
"So do we know when he is coming and where he is coming from?" he demanded, looking over at Sarah in search of an answer and she shook her head sadly.
"Seran didn't know, We only know that he is coming, we know not where or when..Only, That he is.. coming"
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SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WEEK AND A HALF, I'V HAD EXAMS!! **YUCK!**