Chapter III. I dreamt that we could fall in love…
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Rêver D'avoir mis son âme dans tes mains Sa vie ne bat plus que d'une aile J'ai rêvé qu'on pouvait s'aimer A quoi bon abattre des murs Les anges sont las de nous veiller J'ai rêvé qu'on pouvait s'aimer {Refrain x2} J'ai rêvé qu'on pouvait s'aimer |
To dream To have put the
soul in your hands Its life does not
beat more than of a wing I dreamt that we
could fall in love What's the use to
bring down walls Angels are tired
to take care of us I dreamt that we
could fall in love {Refrain x2} I dreamt that we
could fall in love |
Belongs to a French singer called Mylène Farmer
In the East of the Goblin Kingdom, was a castle, which was facing the ocean on a high cliff. The castle on itself was frightening, dominating the sea, built with black stones and no window at all, except for a few little ones, high towers where you could see almost all the land around. The castle of Galion of the East, War Lord of the Goblin King.
In one of the rooms of this castle, a nice childish room with huge windows giving on the interior garden of the castle, were a little girl with hair like honey and amber eyes and her brother, a little boy with green eyes and black hair. The two of them were facing each other, the little girl pouting nicely while her twin brother had his arms crossed above his chest. They obviously just had been in a fight as the room was filled with toys sent in every corners of the room as if somebody had sent them to someone else head.
"Calandra. It's no."
"Argh! Nathan! I want to! You know Uncle Jareth is going to…" The little girl said, frustrated, throwing her arms above her head.
"It's no, Cal."
"Nat!!!!" Calandra stomped her little foot angrily.
"You're not going!" Nathan felt that he was progressively losing his temper. His arms fell on his sides and he clenched his fists
"I am!" Calandra managed to scream even louder than usual.
Nathan was fed up. "Aren't!" he yelled back.
"Am!" Calandra shook her golden locks defiantly at her brother.
"Aren't! Aren't! Aren't! Aren't!"
"Am! Am! Am! Am! Am!"
Nathan took a steady breath to calm him; they weren't going anywhere, yelling at each other heads like that. He gritted his teeth and looked at his sister. She was staying there, defiantly raising her little chin in his direction. Oh, shit! He had already lost and she knew it. Whenever she had something in mind…
"Daddy will skin you alive." The young boy stated, crossing his arms once again on his chest. Calandra mocked her brother with her 'special grimace' as she called it and vanished from the room, leaving a sighing Nathan.
The boy took a look at their playroom: during their "fight", Calandra had thrown everything that had fallen under her hand at her brother, thankfully, she graciously spared their mother's vase and their father's favorite set of wine. Nathan sighed and decided to wait for Calandra to clean up the mess, after all she was the one who did it. Usually, their father would make his children clean the room, forbidding the maids to help them, his angry glare on their back during the whole operation.
Nathan took his book and settled in their father chair. He tried to read some but realized that he couldn't, his thoughts keeping on drifting back to his Uncle Jareth and his current state of mind. Uncle Jar was still talking to his father, right now and Nathan knew that his father would arrive home soon… When Calandra wouldn't be here…
Hum, I'd better join Cal rather than face daddy's anger and disappointment alone.
Then Calandra little voice resonated at his ears: "Nat! Please, come here! I need your help, Lady Sarah's crying!" Calandra sounded completely panicked and Nathan couldn't help but fear for his stubborn little sister.
"Cal, what have you done?" he demanded, raising from the chair, the book on his lap falling on the ground.
"Oh, be quick for once!" Calandra snapped and Nathan thought that maybe he really should let Calandra in the deep troubles she had managed to put herself in, but he decided against it and vanished to join his sister.
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Little Calandra wasn't a little girl whom can be refused something. Oh, no. She was as stubborn as her father and her stunning looks and cajoling manners usually got her anything she wanted from anyone, except perhaps from Uncle Jareth. Maybe that was why she liked him so much, she pondered, playing with her lower lip. She was strolling down a corridor to Uncle Jareth's lover, Sarah Williams. Calandra sped up her pace, she was so eager to meet the mortal woman who had captured her Uncle's heart. She surely is beautiful, Calandra thought.
Grinning to herself, she took a peek in one of the maid's head to make sure of her direction, without being noticed. In front of Sarah's door, Calandra started to fidget with her dress, what if the mortal didn't like her, what if she decided to prevent Uncle Jareth to come and see her and her brother, what if… Calandra squared her little shoulders and held up a hand to knock on the door but the courage failed her… Annoyed at her own cowardice, the little girl decided against knocking at the door and vanished to reappear in Sarah's room without a noise.
The mortal woman was sitting on the windowsill, looking completely miserable. Her black hair captivated the sunshine lights, were falling around her much like a blanket, Calandra's mouth dropped open and she kept on staring at Sarah. There was something about her, an aura maybe, a light definitely coming from her that attracted Calandra and the little girl started to like her instantly.
"Lady… Lady Sarah?" Calandra said, timidly. Nathan would probably be laughing his head off if he could see her. Calandra thought angrily. She had never felt shy before!
Sarah jerked from her reverie and turned to see a little girl standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in a purple and white dress, with honey hair and amber eyes, like the sun, timidly looking at her. She was simple breathtaking. The little girl was playing nervously with her skirt.
"Hum, hello, Lady Sarah, my name's Calandra. Nice to meet you." Calandra felt completely stupid, she had never been so nervous before.
Sarah watched as the little girl bowed in front her, that was when Sarah noticed that the purple ribbon in Calandra's hair was falling. Sarah stood up and walked to Calandra, smiling softly. She reached out to rearrange the ribbon. "There, she said softly, it won't fall that way." The little girl was maybe 10 years old, just like Toby. Toby… Sarah looked away, pained. When would she be able to see him again? And her father and Karen? And the baby? Sarah felt her eyes filling up with tears.
"Lady Sarah?" Calandra asked, concerned. Sarah started to cry and Calandra positively freaked out. She called her brother to help and when he arrived, the two of them could only watched Sarah crying her heart out. Nathan was taken aback. When he arrived after Calandra's call, he found his sister completely panicked and the mortal woman weeping. His arrival obviously calmed Calandra down but he remained unnoticed by Sarah. Calandra took his hand and Nathan looked at her. He nodded to her and the two went to hug Sarah.
Startled, Sarah looked down at the children. She blinked twice at the little boy presence, but she had to admit that she was glad that they were there. She kneeled to be at their eyes' level and hugged the children back, whispering them a thank you.
Sarah wiped her tears away, giving a sad smile to Calandra. "Don't worry. I'm just a little upset about his high-and-mighty-pain-in-the-ass but it'd be alright." Sarah smiled again and Calandra smiled back. Sarah, then, turned to Nathan. "Now, who are you?" She asked, smiling.
Nathan smiled shyly. Uncle Jareth was a lucky man: that woman was truly beautiful. "I'm Calandra's twin brother, Nathan. Nice to meet you, Lady Sarah. We heard a lot about you." Sarah looked at the little boy. My! He's going to break hearts when he'll get older. She thought to herself.
Nathan was a little taller than Calandra with hair as black as the night and his stunning green eyes reminded her of forest leaves, in spring and just like his sister, intelligence and knowledge shone in the little boy's eyes. He was dressed in a deep blue vest on black tight pants and high boots. His white shirt carefully tucked in his legging. He was as nervous as his sister, apparently. Sarah smiled again and wondered how on earth she can put these two nervous.
"Come on, she told the twins, sit down." Sarah gestured to the bed and the three of them jumped on the soft mattress. "Alright, little angels, how on earth did you arrive here?" The twins looked at themselves before grinning madly.
"We aren't supposed to do that, but Daddy's speaking with Uncle Jar, right now and I wanted to see you." Calandra answered, starting to feel at ease around Sarah.
"Yes, Daddy will skin us alive…" Nathan answered, feeling completely miserable suddenly: he hated to see the disappointed expression on his father's face. Sarah put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a little.
"Nay, Lady Sarah, you know Uncle Jar really likes you!" Calandra suddenly said happily, making Sarah blush heavily.
"Uncle Jar?" She asked, dreading to hear from the kids the confirmation on the identity of that man in love with her.
Nathan nodded. "Yes, Uncle Jareth!"
"You are Jareth's niece and nephew?" Disbelief written all over her face, Sarah realized how little she knew of Jareth.
The two nodded happily and Nathan kept on. "We heard Uncle Jar talking about you to Daddy. And Daddy told him to take it slowly."
"Make you new memories!" Calandra added quickly. The twins were really excited. "Spend time with you without fighting. Nay, Lady Sarah, can we call you Auntie?"
"Auntie? Whah…Kiddos, please, don't go too fast! I… I don't…"
"You don't love Uncle Jar?" Nathan looked so sad.
"I… I don't know." Sarah paused for a while, gathering her thoughts for a better explanation. "Jareth…" she started, "is so complicated. I don't know where I am. You see, for a long time I thought that he hated me and all of the sudden he tells me that no, he never had and you…" Sarah sighed and leaned back on the pillows. The twins looked at themselves again and remained silent. Sarah squeezed Calandra's hand resting not far from her and said. "But, even if I never marry Jareth, I'd be more than happy if you two called me Auntie."
"Really?" The twins asked in unison, making Sarah laughed while nodding.
But their screams of joy were quickly shorten when a familiar voice said dryly. "There you are, little brats! Your father is worried sick about you." Calandra squealed and turned around, her brother sighed and shook his head, he knew this was coming. As for Sarah, she was blushing madly, looking at Jareth. But Jareth paid little attention to her when he called, talking in the space. "Gal? I found them, they're here, in Sarah's room."
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Galion left Jareth thinking alone in his study and went back to his castle. When he arrived in the twin's playroom, he startled the maids in.
"My Lord!" the first one, the Head of Maids of the castle, a woman in her late forties with pepper-salt hair, dressed in black with a white apron, shrieked.
"What's going on?" He couldn't believe his eyes: the room was a complete mess, toys were tossed everywhere, books lying on the ground, a fight had obviously happened in here.
"Lord Galion!" The second one turned around when she heard him.
His maids were really in a wreck, they looked completely lost and miserable and before he could say another word, another maid burst in the room, nearly in tears, running to the Head Maid. "They aren't in the garden!" she wailed.
Galion thought that the ground was being opened under his feet.
*JARETH!*
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Jareth gave a start when Galion's call reached him. He was staring into space, leaning on the window frame, looking at his lands, trying to find a way to give Sarah happy memories with him inside and without a fight, between the two of them.
"Galion? What's wrong?"
Galion didn't answer him but his emotions were running high, high enough for the Goblin King to feel them. Jareth started to tremble under the rage.
*Gods help the ones who dare to touch them!* Jareth thought angrily, pulling a crystal out from nowhere.
"Show me Calandra and Nathan."
The crystal started to change into a familiar surrounding and Jareth didn't even bother to listen what the three people inside were talking about, he simply and purely disappeared from his study and headed to Sarah's room.
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"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Galion had his eyes flashing thunders on his children. When Jareth called him, he arrived a few seconds later and pulled the twins in a bone-cracking hug, then all of the sudden he started to scowl them fiercely but Sarah could see that Calandra wasn't feeling too guilty: she kept on sending malicious smile at Sarah whenever her father would take Nathan to examine him under every possible angle to make sure he wasn't hurt. Sarah had to hide her smile under her hand when Calandra put her arms around her father's neck and pouted nicely to him. Oh, my! Sarah thought. This little girl hangs out way too much around Jareth!
Nathan, on the other hand, was extremely uncomfortable, he had his head bent and his little fists were clenched. Jareth walked to him and put his hand on his shoulder, relaxing the boy.
Galion tried to keep his angry composure, but he finally sighed and hugged her again, patting Nathan's head. "Don't you do that again, little ones. The whole castle is a complete mess because of you two. I need to send them a message to reassure them." Galion put his daughter down and went out, squeezing Jareth's shoulder to thank him on his way to the door. As soon as Galion stepped out, Jareth walked to Calandra, looking down at her. Calandra tried her best to redo her little play for Jareth but he simply raised a eyebrow at her, when she started to bat her eyelashes at him. Nathan knew it wouldn't work on their Uncle and now, she was in really deep trouble.
"Oh, stop batting your eyelashes at me, Cal. You should wait to be a little older to start this kind of things. Now, young lady should be really ashamed of yourself. You put your poor father in the worse emotional turmoil since your mother's death. And I know," Jareth kept on, raising his voice to cover Calandra when she started to protest, "that Nathan had tried to stop you but in a way or another, you managed to put yourself in trouble and he came here to save your little butt. Don't you dare to glare at me, Calandra, I know you better than you think." Jareth waited his words sank in the kid's brain, seeing her worried expression, he kept on. "I want you to go and apologize to him. Without winking at Sarah all the way and then you shall be punished for your foolish behavior. You too, Nathan, even if you tried to stop her, you took part in this stupidity and you could have left a word for the maids." Calandra bent her head and fought some tears back, biting her lower lip, Nathan feeling her distress reached for her hand and squeezed it a little to cheer her up a little.
"Jareth. You shouldn't punish her, neither of them never meant to hurt anyone. They just wanted to cheer me up." Sarah stood up and walked to the twins, pushing them behind her. Jareth couldn't believe his eyes: there she stood, protecting the children from him. Again. Again defying him, again fighting him, again seeing him as the villain of the story.
I dreamt that we could fall in love
In the breath of the wind
The soul, the humanity rose
The coat of blood
I shall go to spit at your graves
The truth is not, is not beautiful
I dreamt that we could fall in love
She really didn't have any trust in him. Maybe it was time to change that. Jareth felt a tug on his heart, as he saw her considering him so untrustworthy.
"Sarah" he started, sighing.
"Don't, Auntie Sarah. Uncle Jareth's right." Nathan said, tugging on Sarah's hand to get her attention.
"Yeah, what I did…" Calandra started.
"…was wrong." Nathan completed his sister's sentence, stunning Sarah. She heard Jareth sigh sadly and shot him a questioning look as the twins kept on sharing their sentences.
"Even if I or Nathan would do it…"
"…again to help you Auntie Sarah, because…"
"…we like a lot." They said in unison, smiling softly and holding hands. Sarah stared at them, speechless. The twins then walked away to join their father, waving at Sarah and Jareth. Nathan closed the door behind them and Sarah turned to Jareth for an explanation.
"Jareth, what was…?"
Jareth cut her, crossing arms on his broad chest, looking thoughtfully at the closed door: "Whenever they are troubled, really worried about someone they like or upset, they start talking like that. The sentence of one starts in the mouth one of them to be ended by the other one. It's a form of protection."
"Protection?"
"When they lost their mother, they'd only speak like that. It took me ages to make them speak again like everybody else." Sarah said nothing else, thinking of the twins.
They lost their mother…that's why they were so nervous around me… A grown-up woman reminds them of their own mother… Poor things.
Jareth observed her from the corner of his eye. He watched, amazed, as she seemed to be worried for the twins.
"Sarah, let's get outside." Jareth proposed her, extending his hand to her, daring her to take it.
Sarah looked up, ready to send Jareth in hell or in the Bog of Eternal Stench, but the hurt flash that passed in his mismatched eyes stopped her.
"Nay, Lady Sarah, you know Uncle Jar really likes you!"
"We heard Uncle Jar talking about you to Daddy. And Daddy told him to take it slowly."
"Spend time with you without fighting. Nay, Lady Sarah can we call you Auntie?"
"You don't love Uncle Jar?"
I don't know… Jareth, tell me exactly what I am supposed to do.
Sarah nodded slowly and took his hand. Jareth smiled making Sarah blushed again and she hastily looked away making Jareth frowned. Why wouldn't she look at him? Oh, well, it's already a start. He told himself, squeezing her hand. Jareth transported them.
Wind blew gently on them while Sarah looked all around them: an impossible lake with all around, where they stood, ancestral trees standing on a grassy field. But Sarah kept on looking at the lake, eyes wide and mouth open: above the lake were floating rocks from which water was falling and the sunlight piercing through the falls created several little rainbows, more beautiful than the one before.
Jareth stood behind her, letting her appreciate the sight, a soft smile on his handsome face. He tilted his head on the side: Sarah was standing there, at hand, but she seemed more far than when Jareth was looking at her in a crystal. Her long black hair whirling around her, her hazel eyes glinting with surprise and delight, her rosy lips parted, her pale soft skin… Jareth ran a hand over his face, when her voice called him.
"Oh, Jareth, this place is so beautiful." Sarah had turned to face him but her eyes on themselves kept on going to the lake, a contented smile playing on her lips.
"Not as much as you…" Jareth murmured.
"What?" Sarah asked, holding her hair which kept on covering her face.
The wind blew harder and Jareth walked to Sarah, hypnotized. "Nothing." He told her and from nowhere took a ribbon and tied Sarah's hair in a loose ponytail, his gloved hands caressing her face and neck.
Sarah stopped breathing when Jareth took her hair in his hands and couldn't but stare at his handsome face. He was standing in front of her: tall, strong and regal but also calm and something else Sarah couldn't put a finger on it. Her heart quickened when Jareth's hands gently touched her face. Warmth invaded her body and… faded quickly as Jareth stepped backwards. Sarah blinked: it wasn't in Jareth's habits to step back so quickly!
"Sarah, here's our deal: you stay here, in the Underground for a full year and after then, you'll be free."
With me.
"If you refuse, then I shall claim your life as mine because I saved you."
Sarah gritted her teeth, all the nice sentences of the twins forgotten and the pleasant feeling she had felt when Jareth had touched her. "As if you had let me a choice in this matter."
Jareth grinned down at her. "Quite true."
Sarah sat down, putting her hands behind her as she tilted her head back to look at the blue sky and feel the warm sun on her face. Jareth looked at her, dressed in her jeans and gray tank top, her bare feet. Was it a tear that reflected the sunlight on her face or was he dreaming?
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okay, guys, I know you've been waiting for this for a loooooooooooooooooooooong time, and I'm sorry I didn't put it up sooner. In fact, this part was much longer, but it was too long, so I split this chapter in two! The next part will be up shortly, promise!!
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