Chapter III: The Strongest Bond, Part I:
The Ball was one of the biggest of the Underground it was the
Midsummer's Night Masquerade, held in the Royal Castle of the Ruler of
the Underworld, Jareth, King of the Goblins and High Fae.
And it was going to be one Hell of a Night.
Jareth was dressed to kill, with an odd, a hundred percent Goblin King Mixture of power, sex-appeal and darkness. His attire consisted on a black pair of tights and a black vest. Underneath the best there was a blood red silk shirt and he had leather high-boots and gloves and his Eternity Emblem (his personal symbol), was safe around his neck, as usual. He looked somber, cruel and yet irresistible. Purely Jareth.
He was worried, but pretended otherwise. He knew that that night Demian, King of Nightmares, would claim to have the strongest bond to an angel. The Fae that possessed the strongest bond, according to the Underground law, would become the Patron and Master of the Race of the Angels, having power over even the Ruler of the Race. That was because the angels were considered beneath Fae so they had to be controlled by a High Fae (King or Queen of a land). The Fae that possessed the bond would have lot of power, because angels were power. The power to see Past, present and future and to contact the Great Ones, Gods of the Underworld.
Jareth had been the angels Mentor, Patron and Guardian since. since the beginning of time itself. A third of his blood was angel blood so he had the right to claim angels as his propriety, because generally Fae and Angels hated each other and didn't like to mix the races.
But. then that Heratio girl had ruined it all by becoming Demian's mistress. Now he had announced that and taken possession of the angels. Their land, ruled by Heratio, had become dry and dark, and he knew they were suffering. And what was worse, his own right as the ruler of the Underground was under the stake because he didn't have the angel race supporting him anymore. Demian could now declare war to him. and he wasn't sure is he would win.
Hope was crushed after the rightful heir to the angel's throne, his fiancé as he remembered, had disappeared. He had seen the little girl once. The time he saw her he knew it would grow to be an astonishing beautiful angel, but she had vanished one day with her mother, a little spoiled and very childish princess he remembered all too well. Lindara of the Blue Moon.
He didn't remember his fiancé name. Was it Saria? Ariadna? Mianka? He really didn't recall. The only thing he recalled were opal shinning eyes. that he had seen somewhere before but. when?
He shrugged, noticing that the guest had been waiting for him over an hour. Better make now the stunning entrance and live the worries in his Throne Room.
Sarah looked at herself in the surface of the mirror in front of her. The pure white tunic, made of a material that shimmered with her movement, was lovely. It had bell-shaped sleeves and a tiny waist, were she wore a platinum belt. She had platinum sandals fastened with strings around her legs and she had diamond bracelets and a diamond choker too. Crystal drops glimmered in her hair and a white mask decorated with white feather hid her features from her nose to her forehead. Her crystal wings framed her figure majestically.
"I certainly look like a Queen. let's hope I feel like one" she mumbled with a sigh. She spun a little, inspecting her clothes cautiously till she was completely satisfied. Her pointed ear perked at the sound of music coming from two closed doors at her left. She sighed again, threw a white silken cloak over her wings and tunics and put up the hood, concealing her face.
"Off we go, to play little Cinderella" she whispered as she quietly entered the ballroom, trying to hide in the shadows. To watch and be prepared to surprise the whole countenance. After all. she had to make an unforgettable first apparition.
And she really did.
Kings, Queens and noblemen from all the know and unknown realms danced in unison, laughing merrily or discussing serious things, being polite or hypocrites, blessing or damning at their will. A cloaked figure, a mighty King and a dark angel were on opposite sides of the grand room, playing parts of Destiny's play.
"It's time for a singing contest" a Queen cried, excited "It's a tradition"
Everybody cheered with approbation; a few people casting their magic to make a stage and a crystal box appear in a corner. Other added lights and decorations, their strings of magic dancing in the air with all the colors of the rainbow.
When the last touches where added the contest begun. Sarah watched with little interest. She was more interested in the noblemen and noblewomen of the angel race, sitting apart. They were few and they looked horrible: dark circles under their eyes, mended clothes. sorrow and despair. They were full of that.
She spotted two silver heads that recognized instantly as Adrian and Adriana, trying both not to look gloom. But they were drained. all their energy and spirit was gone. Heratio had reduced them to what Sarah saw that moment.
She clutched her crystal goblet full of ruby-red wine, anger rising within herself, building inside her body. That bloody girl. had ruined everything! Her kingdom, her people, her advisors even! But that was going to change that very night.
Adriana sang after the queen of Pixies, and her voice enchanted everyone. Of course, angels were the best singer in all the Realms and everybody knew that. As they also knew that angels of the Royal Family were the best singers, even better than average angels.
And Heratio loved to show off.
So after the applauses the crowd gave Adriana she swept majestically towards the stage, a smug smile in her face. Sarah wanted to slap it out of her face, but contained herself. Just a little longer. just a few more minutes and she would beat Heratio on her own game and by her rules. She had to be patient.
Heratio of the Black Moon, Queen of the angels, curtsied to the audience and, with a seductive voice, sang a perfectly tuned song, putting a spell on everyone. Unfortunately she had no passion for singing, just skill. But she sang well, Sarah admitted to herself. Better even than Adriana.
"Mmm. I think we have a winner" the King of Dragons said aloud. Various Kings and Queens nodded. In a dark spot near the High Throne of Jareth, which was at the top of a few black marble stairs and in front of the stage, was a curvy figure, dressed in deep red and loaded with diamonds and rubies?
"Bored, milord?" a female voice asked when Jareth stifled a yawn with one elegant movement.
"Not quite yet" the King of the Goblins replied "What about you, Dalila?"
His mistress shrugged nonchalantly and sighed.
"The singing contest is always boring. What's the point of making one if that pathetic little race of winged fools is going to win always, anyway?" she complained. Jareth rolled her eyes at her. Even Heratio, with the little spirit she put on her singing, made him feel strange inside. angels could wake his dormant feelings somewhat. Dalila simply didn't appreciate good music.
She noticed his scowling and smiled seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she kissed him he sensed someone watching. And his blue eye spotted, within shadows, a white figure, standing alone, gazing at him, he was sure of it. But, why was it bothering him so much?
It was now or never, and she knew it. It was her chance. But, after stepping there, there was no coming back, no chickening. not a chance to return to the comfort of her family. She picked her skirts and, with an intake of breath she climbed the stairs that lead to the stage, under the astonished look of all the presents, even Heratio that was in the arms of Damien.
"Come, come, Heratio, is that the best you can do?" she asked from the stage, smiling devilishly. She had her hood up still, and the cloak concealed her precious wings so nobody had a clue about whom or what she was.
"Excuse me? Do you think you could do better?" Heratio answered, fuming as if Sarah had insulted. In a way she had.
"An angel sings with the heart, and you haven't done that. a pity, really"
"So you do think you could beat me? Well, come on, stranger, try" she taunted Sarah, an evil little smile playing on her lips.
"If you wish, Heratio" Sarah responded simply. Then she touched the crystal box that served to play the music of the song she was about to sing. It was a magic thing.
The music flowed smoothly from the music box, filling the ballroom. It was magical, mystical, warm and chilly at the same time, filling the senses of all the presents. Sarah hummed lowly till the singed part of the song started. She prepared herself, took one deep breath and let the words roll out of her mouth.
Author's Note: Yes, this is a cliffhanger. And no, there are no laws against me leaving you a cliffhanger (*authors sticks her tong out in childish way*). Well, now seriously, I want to thank all the people who reviewed (a whole lot of people by the way). I don't want to blackmail you, and I'll keep on writing with or without reviews, but its soooo nice to receive them so, just for the kindness of your heart, send reviews.
I must be off. Now I leave you with two people to hate: Dalila and Heratio. Enjoy yourself tipping them head first in the Bog of Eternal Stench (I do!). Hugs and enchanted peaches to you all,
The Author (aka The Little Annoying Vixen)
And it was going to be one Hell of a Night.
Jareth was dressed to kill, with an odd, a hundred percent Goblin King Mixture of power, sex-appeal and darkness. His attire consisted on a black pair of tights and a black vest. Underneath the best there was a blood red silk shirt and he had leather high-boots and gloves and his Eternity Emblem (his personal symbol), was safe around his neck, as usual. He looked somber, cruel and yet irresistible. Purely Jareth.
He was worried, but pretended otherwise. He knew that that night Demian, King of Nightmares, would claim to have the strongest bond to an angel. The Fae that possessed the strongest bond, according to the Underground law, would become the Patron and Master of the Race of the Angels, having power over even the Ruler of the Race. That was because the angels were considered beneath Fae so they had to be controlled by a High Fae (King or Queen of a land). The Fae that possessed the bond would have lot of power, because angels were power. The power to see Past, present and future and to contact the Great Ones, Gods of the Underworld.
Jareth had been the angels Mentor, Patron and Guardian since. since the beginning of time itself. A third of his blood was angel blood so he had the right to claim angels as his propriety, because generally Fae and Angels hated each other and didn't like to mix the races.
But. then that Heratio girl had ruined it all by becoming Demian's mistress. Now he had announced that and taken possession of the angels. Their land, ruled by Heratio, had become dry and dark, and he knew they were suffering. And what was worse, his own right as the ruler of the Underground was under the stake because he didn't have the angel race supporting him anymore. Demian could now declare war to him. and he wasn't sure is he would win.
Hope was crushed after the rightful heir to the angel's throne, his fiancé as he remembered, had disappeared. He had seen the little girl once. The time he saw her he knew it would grow to be an astonishing beautiful angel, but she had vanished one day with her mother, a little spoiled and very childish princess he remembered all too well. Lindara of the Blue Moon.
He didn't remember his fiancé name. Was it Saria? Ariadna? Mianka? He really didn't recall. The only thing he recalled were opal shinning eyes. that he had seen somewhere before but. when?
He shrugged, noticing that the guest had been waiting for him over an hour. Better make now the stunning entrance and live the worries in his Throne Room.
Sarah looked at herself in the surface of the mirror in front of her. The pure white tunic, made of a material that shimmered with her movement, was lovely. It had bell-shaped sleeves and a tiny waist, were she wore a platinum belt. She had platinum sandals fastened with strings around her legs and she had diamond bracelets and a diamond choker too. Crystal drops glimmered in her hair and a white mask decorated with white feather hid her features from her nose to her forehead. Her crystal wings framed her figure majestically.
"I certainly look like a Queen. let's hope I feel like one" she mumbled with a sigh. She spun a little, inspecting her clothes cautiously till she was completely satisfied. Her pointed ear perked at the sound of music coming from two closed doors at her left. She sighed again, threw a white silken cloak over her wings and tunics and put up the hood, concealing her face.
"Off we go, to play little Cinderella" she whispered as she quietly entered the ballroom, trying to hide in the shadows. To watch and be prepared to surprise the whole countenance. After all. she had to make an unforgettable first apparition.
And she really did.
Kings, Queens and noblemen from all the know and unknown realms danced in unison, laughing merrily or discussing serious things, being polite or hypocrites, blessing or damning at their will. A cloaked figure, a mighty King and a dark angel were on opposite sides of the grand room, playing parts of Destiny's play.
"It's time for a singing contest" a Queen cried, excited "It's a tradition"
Everybody cheered with approbation; a few people casting their magic to make a stage and a crystal box appear in a corner. Other added lights and decorations, their strings of magic dancing in the air with all the colors of the rainbow.
When the last touches where added the contest begun. Sarah watched with little interest. She was more interested in the noblemen and noblewomen of the angel race, sitting apart. They were few and they looked horrible: dark circles under their eyes, mended clothes. sorrow and despair. They were full of that.
She spotted two silver heads that recognized instantly as Adrian and Adriana, trying both not to look gloom. But they were drained. all their energy and spirit was gone. Heratio had reduced them to what Sarah saw that moment.
She clutched her crystal goblet full of ruby-red wine, anger rising within herself, building inside her body. That bloody girl. had ruined everything! Her kingdom, her people, her advisors even! But that was going to change that very night.
Adriana sang after the queen of Pixies, and her voice enchanted everyone. Of course, angels were the best singer in all the Realms and everybody knew that. As they also knew that angels of the Royal Family were the best singers, even better than average angels.
And Heratio loved to show off.
So after the applauses the crowd gave Adriana she swept majestically towards the stage, a smug smile in her face. Sarah wanted to slap it out of her face, but contained herself. Just a little longer. just a few more minutes and she would beat Heratio on her own game and by her rules. She had to be patient.
Heratio of the Black Moon, Queen of the angels, curtsied to the audience and, with a seductive voice, sang a perfectly tuned song, putting a spell on everyone. Unfortunately she had no passion for singing, just skill. But she sang well, Sarah admitted to herself. Better even than Adriana.
"Mmm. I think we have a winner" the King of Dragons said aloud. Various Kings and Queens nodded. In a dark spot near the High Throne of Jareth, which was at the top of a few black marble stairs and in front of the stage, was a curvy figure, dressed in deep red and loaded with diamonds and rubies?
"Bored, milord?" a female voice asked when Jareth stifled a yawn with one elegant movement.
"Not quite yet" the King of the Goblins replied "What about you, Dalila?"
His mistress shrugged nonchalantly and sighed.
"The singing contest is always boring. What's the point of making one if that pathetic little race of winged fools is going to win always, anyway?" she complained. Jareth rolled her eyes at her. Even Heratio, with the little spirit she put on her singing, made him feel strange inside. angels could wake his dormant feelings somewhat. Dalila simply didn't appreciate good music.
She noticed his scowling and smiled seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she kissed him he sensed someone watching. And his blue eye spotted, within shadows, a white figure, standing alone, gazing at him, he was sure of it. But, why was it bothering him so much?
It was now or never, and she knew it. It was her chance. But, after stepping there, there was no coming back, no chickening. not a chance to return to the comfort of her family. She picked her skirts and, with an intake of breath she climbed the stairs that lead to the stage, under the astonished look of all the presents, even Heratio that was in the arms of Damien.
"Come, come, Heratio, is that the best you can do?" she asked from the stage, smiling devilishly. She had her hood up still, and the cloak concealed her precious wings so nobody had a clue about whom or what she was.
"Excuse me? Do you think you could do better?" Heratio answered, fuming as if Sarah had insulted. In a way she had.
"An angel sings with the heart, and you haven't done that. a pity, really"
"So you do think you could beat me? Well, come on, stranger, try" she taunted Sarah, an evil little smile playing on her lips.
"If you wish, Heratio" Sarah responded simply. Then she touched the crystal box that served to play the music of the song she was about to sing. It was a magic thing.
The music flowed smoothly from the music box, filling the ballroom. It was magical, mystical, warm and chilly at the same time, filling the senses of all the presents. Sarah hummed lowly till the singed part of the song started. She prepared herself, took one deep breath and let the words roll out of her mouth.
Author's Note: Yes, this is a cliffhanger. And no, there are no laws against me leaving you a cliffhanger (*authors sticks her tong out in childish way*). Well, now seriously, I want to thank all the people who reviewed (a whole lot of people by the way). I don't want to blackmail you, and I'll keep on writing with or without reviews, but its soooo nice to receive them so, just for the kindness of your heart, send reviews.
I must be off. Now I leave you with two people to hate: Dalila and Heratio. Enjoy yourself tipping them head first in the Bog of Eternal Stench (I do!). Hugs and enchanted peaches to you all,
The Author (aka The Little Annoying Vixen)