Chapter II: Guilty Visions
'We were strangers, starting out on a journey.
Never dreaming what we had to go through.
Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing.
At the Beginning with You'
Sarah's voice faltered as fear crept over her soul. She apologized to the crew working with her in the recorder Studio.
"I am a little distracted" she mumbled as an apology. She had felt that way since her last talk with the great ones.
Days filled with apprehension followed that evening. She could her cries of pain everywhere that were driving her mad. On the street, at University, on her house, while walking Merlin, everywhere. Painful and sometimes hypnotic cries, begging for mercy, for a savior. Begging for her. The called her their Rightful Queen. The lost Child, their Lady Mist. They said she was their only hope. they mentioned also a girl named Heratio. She remembered her well. Pale blond hair, ice-blue eyes, cynic smile. Her cousin. Yes, Heratio was her cousin. She was cold, selfish and a true witch. An enchantress of men. She was about her age and she remembered she had been bothering her all the time she had been visiting the angel realm when she had been four years of age.
"She has done something. I knew she would cause only trouble the minute I saw her!" she cursed aloud as she made her way to the living room to fetch her Discman. Her father and Karen were both watching a movie on the couch so she bid the goodnight. She felt strange as she kissed her father's cheek and smiled at him.
'It was like if. something was going to change our lives soon' she thought with apprehension. But there was nothing she could do except for sleep. Bad idea, by the way.
Dream:
It was a dark place, dimly illuminated by candles. There was a woman in the middle of the room, with crystal angels. And only members of the Royal Family of the angels had crystal wings.
'Heratio' she whispered, but no one could hear her.
A man walked to her slowly, like a feline but not quite. more like a wolf. Sarah shivered as she took on the features of the stranger: black hair and eyes like daggers of the same color, pale complexion, tall, and with a chilly smile that showed well his pointed teeth. He was dressed in dark, velvet clothes.
'Heratio, run!!! That's definitely not a good company!' Sarah tried to warn but Heratio couldn't hear her. Darn.
"My sweet little angel, everything it's coming up perfect for us. Little by little I am, with the help of your people, gaining strength in the Underground. I love to posses your little race. they are so useful"
"Well, just remember that you owe me, dear Demian. I am their Queen, and I decide their fates because of my bond with you as your lover." Heratio replied coyly.
"Yes, I know, and I remember, always." he grabbed her and spun her around, the angel giggling "Forever and ever, till the end of time" he whispered darkly and seductively. As they spun the scene changed. She saw a dark and dessert land, filled with the scent of death. and Hoggle, lying on the floor, looking very pale. and he wasn't moving and he was so cold. Death. as well as Sir Dydimus, lying with Ambrosias near the bog and Ludo, resting with the rocks forever. never opening his gentle eyes.
"Please, stop! Stop showing me these things!" she begged but the Great Ones seemed to be deft to her pleas. They showed her winged-people. children even, locked up and with scars and blood running down horrible-looking wounds, dark circles around their eyes and. an expression of utter suffering.
"No! You won't convince me!" she cried. So. they played their last card.
They showed her a dark crystal cave. and a bed covered with white petals. There, lying peacefully and looking as handsome as ever, was Jareth, King of the Goblins and Ruler of the Underground. He was dressed with his white feather cape and the rest of the owl attire. His hair had blue highlights and his sharp features were softened a little. He was alive, as she checked.
"He is sleeping" she whispered, almost relieved "Just sleeping" The Great Ones chuckled.
'You are right, little one, but. he will never wake up. He has been poisoned with belladonna from the Underground. It causes the person that drinks it to be forever trapped in his dreams. He is gone. Or, at list, he will be soon.'
"No! No! That can't happen! Please, please, don't let it happen!!" she begged, feeling tears watering her cheeks.
"We can't do that, sadly. Only you can't prevent all that we showed you tonight" one of the Great Ones, named Future and had power over future visions, replied. Past and Present remained silent.
And Sarah woke up, alone, in her dark bedroom.
"You. bastard! You did all this on purpose. It's lame!" Sarah exploded. She calmed down a little before speaking again.
"Heratio and. the other man were dressed regally. Where they attending a ball?" she asked in a low voice, a mere whisper.
"Yes, a mask ball. It has already started, little one" replied Present, always the gentle and caring one. Future was the despotic and mysterious whereas Past was the dreamy and melancholic of the group.
"Take me there. Dress me up, give me a mask and transport me there. I know you can do that easily" she finally told them, getting up from her bed.
"What are you planning to do, Lady Sarah?" asked the Great Ones in unison. She stiffened a little.
"Fix this matter! And. my name is Sarianka" she added quietly. She felt a slight pain on her back ad her wings spread, beautiful glimmering things made of the purest crystal and she felt her clothes shimmering too. And then, with a flash of light, she was gone.
Author's note: I'm so depressed because I am going to have to beg again. Very few reviews indeed since FF.net went back to normal! Are you still there, readers? It is costing me more and more to do this chapters, so come on, keep reviewing.
I thank the ones that review. It means a lot (as you probably already know cause I almost harass you with pleas of reviews, *sigh*). Anyway, till next chapter.
Hugs and peaches from,
'The Beggar'. err... I mean 'The Author'
Never dreaming what we had to go through.
Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing.
At the Beginning with You'
Sarah's voice faltered as fear crept over her soul. She apologized to the crew working with her in the recorder Studio.
"I am a little distracted" she mumbled as an apology. She had felt that way since her last talk with the great ones.
Days filled with apprehension followed that evening. She could her cries of pain everywhere that were driving her mad. On the street, at University, on her house, while walking Merlin, everywhere. Painful and sometimes hypnotic cries, begging for mercy, for a savior. Begging for her. The called her their Rightful Queen. The lost Child, their Lady Mist. They said she was their only hope. they mentioned also a girl named Heratio. She remembered her well. Pale blond hair, ice-blue eyes, cynic smile. Her cousin. Yes, Heratio was her cousin. She was cold, selfish and a true witch. An enchantress of men. She was about her age and she remembered she had been bothering her all the time she had been visiting the angel realm when she had been four years of age.
"She has done something. I knew she would cause only trouble the minute I saw her!" she cursed aloud as she made her way to the living room to fetch her Discman. Her father and Karen were both watching a movie on the couch so she bid the goodnight. She felt strange as she kissed her father's cheek and smiled at him.
'It was like if. something was going to change our lives soon' she thought with apprehension. But there was nothing she could do except for sleep. Bad idea, by the way.
Dream:
It was a dark place, dimly illuminated by candles. There was a woman in the middle of the room, with crystal angels. And only members of the Royal Family of the angels had crystal wings.
'Heratio' she whispered, but no one could hear her.
A man walked to her slowly, like a feline but not quite. more like a wolf. Sarah shivered as she took on the features of the stranger: black hair and eyes like daggers of the same color, pale complexion, tall, and with a chilly smile that showed well his pointed teeth. He was dressed in dark, velvet clothes.
'Heratio, run!!! That's definitely not a good company!' Sarah tried to warn but Heratio couldn't hear her. Darn.
"My sweet little angel, everything it's coming up perfect for us. Little by little I am, with the help of your people, gaining strength in the Underground. I love to posses your little race. they are so useful"
"Well, just remember that you owe me, dear Demian. I am their Queen, and I decide their fates because of my bond with you as your lover." Heratio replied coyly.
"Yes, I know, and I remember, always." he grabbed her and spun her around, the angel giggling "Forever and ever, till the end of time" he whispered darkly and seductively. As they spun the scene changed. She saw a dark and dessert land, filled with the scent of death. and Hoggle, lying on the floor, looking very pale. and he wasn't moving and he was so cold. Death. as well as Sir Dydimus, lying with Ambrosias near the bog and Ludo, resting with the rocks forever. never opening his gentle eyes.
"Please, stop! Stop showing me these things!" she begged but the Great Ones seemed to be deft to her pleas. They showed her winged-people. children even, locked up and with scars and blood running down horrible-looking wounds, dark circles around their eyes and. an expression of utter suffering.
"No! You won't convince me!" she cried. So. they played their last card.
They showed her a dark crystal cave. and a bed covered with white petals. There, lying peacefully and looking as handsome as ever, was Jareth, King of the Goblins and Ruler of the Underground. He was dressed with his white feather cape and the rest of the owl attire. His hair had blue highlights and his sharp features were softened a little. He was alive, as she checked.
"He is sleeping" she whispered, almost relieved "Just sleeping" The Great Ones chuckled.
'You are right, little one, but. he will never wake up. He has been poisoned with belladonna from the Underground. It causes the person that drinks it to be forever trapped in his dreams. He is gone. Or, at list, he will be soon.'
"No! No! That can't happen! Please, please, don't let it happen!!" she begged, feeling tears watering her cheeks.
"We can't do that, sadly. Only you can't prevent all that we showed you tonight" one of the Great Ones, named Future and had power over future visions, replied. Past and Present remained silent.
And Sarah woke up, alone, in her dark bedroom.
"You. bastard! You did all this on purpose. It's lame!" Sarah exploded. She calmed down a little before speaking again.
"Heratio and. the other man were dressed regally. Where they attending a ball?" she asked in a low voice, a mere whisper.
"Yes, a mask ball. It has already started, little one" replied Present, always the gentle and caring one. Future was the despotic and mysterious whereas Past was the dreamy and melancholic of the group.
"Take me there. Dress me up, give me a mask and transport me there. I know you can do that easily" she finally told them, getting up from her bed.
"What are you planning to do, Lady Sarah?" asked the Great Ones in unison. She stiffened a little.
"Fix this matter! And. my name is Sarianka" she added quietly. She felt a slight pain on her back ad her wings spread, beautiful glimmering things made of the purest crystal and she felt her clothes shimmering too. And then, with a flash of light, she was gone.
Author's note: I'm so depressed because I am going to have to beg again. Very few reviews indeed since FF.net went back to normal! Are you still there, readers? It is costing me more and more to do this chapters, so come on, keep reviewing.
I thank the ones that review. It means a lot (as you probably already know cause I almost harass you with pleas of reviews, *sigh*). Anyway, till next chapter.
Hugs and peaches from,
'The Beggar'. err... I mean 'The Author'