Chapter Eleven: Moral Lessons on Training Magic

Sarah Williams was seated in the floor, legs neatly crossed and skirts surrounding her. Dreyl and Jareth were encircling her, deep in thought. She sighed and crossed her arms, patiently.

"Are you done, gentlemen? I'm getting really bored down here" she said, tapping the cold stone floor with the tips of her fingers. Finally the Healer and the King stopped walking.

"Well?"

"Too much power for a Human… untamed power" Dreyl stated "She should learn to control it Jareth"

The Monarch nodded firmly.

"Teach her, Dreyl" he said after some minutes of thought. But the Healer wouldn't have it his way.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, but I can't. I'm always loaded with work… and, besides, her magic is beyond my reach. You are the only one I know capable of taming that amount of magic" he replied. Sarah's face paled.

"Jareth giving me magic lessons? Somehow I don't consider that a good idea" she spoke. 'All day stuck in a room with Jareth… If I don't throw myself at him by the end of the first day it would be a miracle!' she thought. The growing attraction between her and Tights- man was obviously not the best thing that ever happened to her!

"It's the only alternative, milady" Dreyl tried to apologize but deep inside he was very pleased with himself. Jareth sighed and silently nodded.

"But, then, if you are so loaded with work, go away Dreyl!" he shouted to the Healer, that disappeared like the Cheshire cat of Alicia in Wonderland… with his smile still hanging in the air till it faded.



"What lesson should go first, Jareth? Torment the Goblin; create the Bog of Eternal Stench or maybe, perhaps, poison the fruit?" she asked wickedly, while she took a peek at one of Jareth's many Magic Books. So, of course, they were in his Royal Highness's Library. A very huge library, by the way.

Jareth smiled evilly, and produced a peach out of nowhere, tossing it to her.

"We could start with that last one" he replied. Sarah rolled her eyes and took a bite of the tempting fruit nonchalantly.

"You may have the worst cookers ever, but I always found Underground fruit simply too good to let pass"

They eyed each other, power struggling against power, minds fighting and auras dancing, contradicting themselves always.

"Don't defy me, Sarah… I thought I had left that clear three years ago"

"You thought so many things back then, Jareth and I thought so many other things too… Things I do not believe in anymore. Defy you? What else can I do? My life is already at stake, I don't have family nor friends and there is this prophecy you keep muttering about when you think I don't hear that seems somewhat to involve me and unpleasant events. Defy you is my only way of fun I have in the current time" she answered calmly, rolling a crystal in her palms.

Jareth rolled his eyes and sighed. Sarah was right. She couldn't be worse than she was now.

"Well, back to business, shall we? First… You need to practice teleporting abilities. Such basic magic shouldn't be hard for you"

Sarah sighed and conjured a crystal to teleport in front of Jareth… But, the only thing was that she ended up on top of Jareth.

"Oh, boy, not again" said mumbled before falling in the waiting arms of the Goblin King.

"We seem to get in this position way too often" the girl muttered and then said aloud "I really have problems with teleporting… I always end up in the middle of the air!"

Jareth nodded, suddenly again deep in thought (that has occurred too many times in this chapter…). Sarah suddenly brought him back to reality.

"You think you could put me down this century?" she asked him sweetly, yet sardonically. He placed her in the floor, but said noting more.

"Well, I really don't know why you end up in the middle of the air…" he told her after a couple of minutes. Reality was that, after having her in his arms he barely remembered his name…



"I give UP!!" Jareth, the King of the Goblins, stormed out of the room, soaking wet with red and green paint. Dreyl, who had just finished his daily work and had came to see the progress, arched and eyebrow and entered the Library. There, sighing and with a book in her hands was Lady Sarah, giggling slightly.

"What in the name of The Healer Council happened here?" he asked, half- concerned and half-amused. Sarah stifled a laugh to answer:

"Well, he was trying to teach me how to teleport myself or things so he asked for a couple of buckets form me to teleport to his feet. I ended up teleporting them on top of him. But the worse was that those buckets had been taken from the Goblins that were painting their house. So, obviously, they were full of paint… And the rest is history"

The Healer stood soberly for one or two seconds before bursting out laughing so hard he almost fell to the floor. As for Lady Sara, she resumed her lecture by the fire, smirking slightly now and then.

Moral Lesson: Never EVER ask a Goblin for ANYTHING, especially if that 'anything' is probably going to land all over you.



Author's Note: Have patient, dear readers, that I've ran off chapters to give you. I am currently working in one named "The animal in her" but all the tests and assignments are holding me back. Just wait, please!

No, I am not begging this time. I've discovered I have a little dignity left (amazing thing).

Peaches hugs and kisses,

Sabina