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Faded Memories
Chapter Two
Soft and warm, were the first coherent sensations that came to mind as she buried herself underneath the blankets, burrowing the side of her face into the soft fluffy pillows. The comforting darkness that surrounded her began to fade, light took the place of dark causing her to pull the blankets above her head. She did not want to wake up, she did not want to pull away from the comfort of sleep, but her wish was not to be as she felt herself rising from her slumber.
Eyes blinking, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and began to pull the covers off from covering her face. Vision clearing, she looked to the queen size bed that she lay in, the blankets and sheets of white and gold, her gaze following the wooden bed post and head board the color of dark mahogany. Past the large bed was a large room with large tall glass doors standing slightly open on the far end, a soft comforting breeze sweeping the long white curtains inwards towards her.
Her dark hair stirred from the soft breeze, the scent of roses and honeysuckle sweet within the air. Looking around her, she noticed a large silver and gold vanity and mirror and past that to a large doorway leading into another room. On the other side of the room was a large wooden door closed securely.
Pulling herself up she sat at the end of the bed, her legs dangling just above the stone floor. A frown creased her brow as she tried to think of where she was. For the life of her she knew no answer to her inner query. Standing, she wavered slightly, her head feeling light forcing her to sit back down. Just when she felt panic starting to bubble up to the surface she was startled, as the door to the room she was in opened.
In walked, or a better description would be wobbled, a strange looking woman with long gray hair pulled into a braid, wearing a dress of gray. Her dark gray eyes looked to her with a furrowed brow, "Ea, awake are we? Ya need to lay back down and rest there missy. Took a rather bad fall ya did. Bumped that noggin of yers real good."
She frowned at the woman, "Who are you and where am I?"
The old woman looked to her with shock, "Oh dear! Ya don't know where ya are?"
She frowned, concentrating really hard, trying to think of the last thing she remembered but it was all a cloudy mist. Biting her lower lip, she tried to think of something personal in her past. What was her name? Sarah, she knew her name but what else? Fear gripped her then, she could remember nothing but her name.
Tears welling up within her eyes she shook her head, "No," she whispered in worry.
The old woman approached Sarah petting her hand with her stubby and wrinkled one, "Is all right. I tell his majesty, he should be able to help ya. Poor lass, just stay right there."
All she could do was to sit there and watched as the old woman wobbled out of the room closing the door behind her. Taking in a shuddering breath, she tried to keep herself from crying. Why could she not remember anything? The old woman did say that she hit her head, could that be why?
Her thoughts were broken once again as she heard the door opening and she looked up with teary eyes and watched as a handsome man entered the room. He was striking and dressed impeccably in gray leggings tucked into black knee-high boots. The shirt was white with ruffles down its open front and worn over that was a brown leather jacket with a silver shaped ornament buckling it together. The man had wild blond hair and eyes that appraised her with a worried expression. As he approached her, all she could do was watch and suddenly pulled the covers up over her middle realizing that she was only wearing a nightgown.
She was lovely, her raven hair stirring slightly by the breeze that came in through the balcony doors. Sarah looked lost and confused; unshed tears swelling within her blue eyes. She was perfectly vulnerable and seeing her made him want to hold her within his arms and take away all of her fears.
Jareth kneeled before her, a reassuring smile upon his lips, "Gweneth informs me that you can not remember where you are. Tell me, do you know your name?"
Blinking back the tears, she shakily answered, "Yes, its Sarah but other than that…" she closed her eyes the tears kept within sliding down her cheeks.
He brushed them away with his gloved fingers, "Do not cry Sarah. I am sure that your memory will return in time. You did hit your head pretty hard when you were thrown from your horse."
Looking to him in confusion she asked, "Do I know you?"
He smiled in return, "Yes, we have been acquainted. Can you try to remember my name Sarah?"
Biting the inside of her cheek she searched her mind for the answer but was frustrated when all she found was a fuzzy blank. Sarah bent her head down, she felt as if she were trapped in some bad dream.
He could see her frustration and tilted her head back with his gloved fingers so that their eyes could meet, "I am Jareth the Goblin King, but you may address me as Jareth."
She tried to smile but felt empty inside. Without her memories she did not know who she was, where she was from, whom she knew, who her family was, if she even had a family. Taking in a deep breath she sat up straighter and raised her chin, "Thank you Jareth. Can you tell me what happened?"
He inwardly grinned, even without her memories she was the same stubborn, strong willed young woman he had known her to be. Standing he looked down to her with that same warm smile, "Yes, but not now. Gweneth will assist you in getting ready and dressed so that we may discuss this during breakfast. Until then Sarah."
Sarah watched him as he left. There was something about him… His presence alone spoke of power and strength. Apart of her feared him for some reason but he seemed so nice.
Gweneth cleared her throat to gain Sarah's attention, "All right then dear. I got a bath all warm and ready for ya. Come with me and I'll show ya to it. I'll be getting you out a dress while ya soak."
Obediently Sarah followed the woman through the open doorway she had noticed upon waking. Entering the doorway she saw that it led to a large bathroom, a porcelain tub filled with hot water sat at the center of the room. Sarah waited for Gweneth to leave before she undressed and slowly lowered herself into the inviting water.
A grin curved at the corner of his mouth as he gazed within his crystal, the image of Sarah lying within the warm water meeting his gaze. She was lovely, still a child yet with a woman's body. He so longed to run his fingers through her raven hair, touch her creamy skin, and to hold her within his arms. Alas, he would have to be patient and take his time. He would win her heart and then she would become his Queen.
Disposing of the crystal he leaned back within his throne, his eyes narrowing at the three traitorous figures standing before him within the pit at the room's center. He could not allow their treachery to go unpunished nor could he allow them to make any contact with Sarah.
Leaning forward, Jareth rested both arms upon his knees, his hands clasping together as he coldly glared at them, "Now, what shall I do with you three? It is treason that you all are guilty of after all."
Hoggle, the small dwarf, gulped nervously, as he clasped his hand together in front of him, trying to keep his knees from knocking together in fear. Sir Didymus, stood regal and tall with head held high and eyes showing no fear nor remorse. Ludo, the large shaggy beast, stood there looking nervous yet not able to comprehend what was happening, after all he was only helping his friend.
Arching his brow, as they did not provide him with an answer, Jareth stood from his throne and began to walk a circle around the treacherous crew. Taping his riding crop against his thigh, he continued to ponder aloud his thoughts, "I could have the lot of you executed but then death is so final."
Stopping in mid pace, he turned towards them, eyes looking over them with distaste, "An oubliette would be too lenient as would the Bog Of Eternal stench."
Sighing, he turned towards his throne, sitting within it with a fluid grace that all Fae possessed, "Well? Nothing to say?"
Sir Didymus stepped forward, bowing before the King, "Majesty, I have only honorably done my duty as a knight, to defend and assist a maiden in distress."
Before the fox knight could speak further, Jareth angrily interrupted whatever speech Didymus may have had to speak, "And your duty as a knight to his king? Do not speak to me of honor or of duty! You have betrayed me, your King! As King I strip you of your rank as knight." Didymus gasped in horror, his head bowing low in supplication.
"Now," Jareth continued in a voice that was spoken with calm yet holding a underlining of his anger, "since you have betrayed me, your King, the one who has allowed you to reign within my kingdom, I can not have such disloyal subjects within my realm."
Both Hoggle and Didymus eyes widened, both rendered speechless and shocked as they watched Jareth produce one of his crystal from mid air. With a wicked smirk crossing his lips, he sent the crystal hurdling towards the threesome, who vanished just as it made contact with them.
Sighing in satisfaction Jareth stood from his throne, making his way towards the dinning area where he would be meeting with Sarah for breakfast. So far everything was turning out beautifully. Now it was time to begin the next part of his plan.
The dust of the desert swarmed around three prone figures, the hot sun high within the sky. Large hairy beast moaned with fear as he was in an unknown and bleak place. Hoggle groaned an, "Oh no!" as Sir Didymus stood their with head downcast in shame.