Chapter Seven: Works like a Charm:

When Jareth returned to his castle he was practically fuming with rage. Mortal tended to put him in a bad mood, especially stupid ones.

He tossed his black cape carelessly to the floor, where it disappeared. Second came the vest and his gloves, which disappeared as the cape. His minions got quickly out of his Majesty's way, knowing that when he was THAT upset it was best to disappear of sight for a coupe of weeks… or maybe months. His Highness had such bad temper that the goblins had to stay away from the Castle even for Years sometimes!

That looked that one of those times so five minutes after Jareth's return form Aboveground the Castle was completely 'goblin-free'.

The Goblin King passed through as many corridors as if it was possible to have in his huge castle, tormented like a wild animal, trying to tire himself to sleep.

Tossing crystals didn't seem a funny thing to do after doing it a thousand and thirty six times, so he got bored from doing that after three hours.

He finally couldn't take the insomnia anymore so he summoned his High Healer. Dreyl Lacmar was a wise, old-looking man with platinum short hair and kind and gentle manners and dispositions. He was a Fae, one of the oldest, along with Jareth but he had chosen to look older in order to inspire trust and kindness to his patients.

"What is it now, Your Majesty? You haven't called me since…" he trailed off, not wanting to mention their last encounter.

"Yes, yes, I know. You don't have to mention it" Jareth spat, roaring through his bedroom, where he had summoned the Healer. Dreyl was gazing at the room, slightly smiling.

"I see your loyal subjects have left the Castle. I don't blame the, poor creatures. You should hold that horrid temper of yours" the old Fae sighed and shook his head. Jareth growled silently.

"That's my problem, not yours! Anyway, I need a cure for a stupid case of insomnia! That's what I need!" the King held his head with both hands, clearly in pain. The Healer sighed again.

"I am afraid I don't think any of my potions would help you. But…"

He really tried every single spell and potion he knew. But it didn't work. None of it caused Jareth to even feel sleepy. The poor Healer eventually ran out of ideas, which didn't please His Majesty, of course.

"I warned you, Your Majesty… I knew that…" As Dreyl was speaking both Fae heard a gasp and a cry from nowhere.

"Sarah" Jareth suddenly said, running form his bedroom towards hers. Dreyl stood dumfounded for a couple of seconds before following the temperamental King. He saw him enter one of the Rooms near his and was surprised. No one was allowed to enter his domains, except for one or two goblins and himself.

When he entered the room, one of the most luxurious ones, he held his breath. There, tossing in the huge bed was a girl… or a woman. She was stunning and when he sensed her magic he saw that she held much power within her. He was almost sure that the girl was immortal, but she was no Fae. He knew all the Fae people.

Jareth looked at her half-lovingly, and half-tormented, as if she was some kind of evil but enchanting witch sent to destroy him.

"Who is she?" he asked gently. Jareth sighed and caressed lightly her forehead.

"She is my Sarah. My Private Heaven and Hell" he whispered before a cold mask was placed over his face.

"She is the girl from three years ago…"

Dreyl's eyes widened and suddenly, he understood.

"She is the girl form the Prophecy, isn't she Jareth?" he asked on a paternal tone. He simply nodded and sat at the other side of the bed, gently resting Sarah's upper body over his chest and stroking her hair to calm her down.

"Hush, little one. Sleep" he whispered into her ear before speaking again to Dreyl "Cassandra found out about her. She had been attacking her for who know how long behind my back… And Altair helped her, of course"

The old-looking immortal arched an eyebrow, deep in thought.

"How did she survive the attacks of two powerful Fae Rulers?" he asked finally. Jareth half smiled, suddenly very proud.

"She's got a lot of magic… powerful magic… In fact, she has crystal magic" he answered. Dreyl could hardly believe it. Sarah twisted and turned in the arms of the Goblin King, nuzzling against his warm presence and letting out a sigh of contempt.

"Looks like she is fond of you" the Healer remarked, smiling slyly. Jareth snorted softly, so he wouldn't wake Sara up.

"She hates me more likely. And… anyway… that's none… of… your… concern…" the voice of the blond Fae trailed of as he fell asleep finally, in Sarah's arms. Dreyl smirked.

"That seemed to work like a charm" he mused "Maybe I should pay a visit to this Lady Sarah when she is awake…" he mused aloud. And then, suddenly he disappeared. His last words seemed to hang in the air for a couple of seconds:

"I think my interpretation of The Prophecy is correct, after all…"

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Sabina