I'm so glad you all liked chapter one. Lets see if I can keep this a well written story. Keep reviewing. I hate to keep writing stories people hate. Reviews let me know where I'm at. Here's part two of 'Bring Back The Sun' I have no clue what I'm doing so let's see what I can come up with. Also I know I have really bad spelling... and grammar..And word choice...oh well.. Also... this one wasn't edited. I wrote it really fast. I'm so sorry I didn't update!!!! I had midterms...Please keep reading. Any way here is a short chapter to introduce Jareth.It gets better I promise.
Chapter 2 Bring Back The Sun
A pair of grey green eyes slowly opened to the sound of a familiar voice. "A wish?" he said looking around as if that person were in the room.
"So long...What makes her think she can ask a wish of me!!" Jareth yelled tossing the silver goblet that had been sitting next to him against the wall. Jareth bolted out of his throne and paced back and forth from the window to the door.
"I offered her everything! And she tossed it back into my face." He stopped pacing and looked out upon his kingdom. All his former goblins had disappeared leaving the land uninhabited. The buildings surrounding his castle were in ruins and the streets and paths hadn't been walked on for years. Plants from the Labyrinth were growing wild over running the maze. Only a few very old creatures remained wandering the grounds around the castle.
"She destroyed my kingdom...." He looked out the window and at the fading sun that hung in his sky. "I'll grant this wish and make her regret it." He smiled an awful smile as he began to think of all cruel things he could do for revenge. He could suspend her over the bog of eternal stench, leave her to die in some pit, strand her in the middle of nowhere and watch her as she tries to find her way back, or maybe all of them and add some snakes in for fun. Just the thought of being able to return to his wicked ways froze his blood and gave him a sense of joy.
"I refuse to be beaten by some little girl...." Jareth turned from the window with a flash and in a show of light and mist he stood facing the bed of Sara. The window now looked out upon the dorm room grounds. The walls painted a dull color. At first Jareth looked around bewildered. He had expected the room of a young girl, covered in vibrant colors, stuffed animals and fairy tale books. 'Am I in the wrong room?' he silently asked him self as he looked around. Then he gazed upon her, sleeping wrapped tightly in her blankets was Sara. He stopped for a moment and watched her as she slept. This was not the same girl that had defied him before. She had grown up to become a beautiful woman. Slowly making his way toward her he examined her. First, lightly running his hand over her black hair, then turning her head gently so she faced him he looked at her. She was the same, yet different. She still had that beautiful innocent face but life had also given her a solemn look. Then he noticed a discoloration across her cheek. He gently caressed the mark with his fingers and winced as Sara did at the touch.
"My, my... what have we here." Jareth lifted the sleeping Sara out of her bed, covers and all, with no effort. He smiled venomously down at her, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. "What ever happened must have been pretty bad for you to turn to me."
Once again Jareth turned and began walking through the silver mist. With Sara held tightly in his arms he walked the distance between the real world and his. As the mist began to fade he stepped out upon the hard stone floors of his castle. Jareth had not returned to the throne room of his castle but stepped out into a bedroom chamber. Taking up most the room was a giant canopy bed that Jareth placed Sara onto. She tossed a little but did not wake up. Jareth continued to look at her with his cold eyes, but his movements were kind. He tucked her in, making sure she was warm, and held his hand out over the bruise so not to touch it. In this light he saw it well and took notice that it was the size of a hand.
'What am I doing...?' he thought as he stood up and regained his sense of malice. "Sleep well Sara, tomorrow is a new day. One of many you will begin to hate." With a flick of a hand the room became dark and Jareth disappeared from the room. Sara was left to sleep and dream. She dreamt of a prince to love and love her. Then her dream changed to a pair of cold grey green eyes watching her.