Chapter Two: The Beginning
When the Goblin King appeared back into his bedroom chambers with Sarah, his stern mask had reappeared on his face. Before even setting her down on the bed his voice rang out loud and clear as he called for someone named "Rusalka." A second later an elderly looking fae appeared at Jareth's side.
Rusalka stood at about the same height as Jareth with a willow like body, his long pure white hair was pulled back into a simple tie, and his skin showed faint lines of age. Thin wire glasses adorned his closed eyes.
"Ah..'Yer Majesty, what - " but Rusalka was not able to finish his own words as Jareth's voice snapped at him.
"Rusalka!" His voice was low and dangerous, causing Rusalka's dark grey eyes to snap open.
Eminently Rusalka's vision closed in on the bleeding woman who laid on his king's bed. It was obvious that she was a mortal human, and he made no movement to help at first, only looked over at Jareth carefully. It wasn't much of a surprise when he saw him covered in blood, human blood.
"Yes?" asked Rusalka plainly.
Jareth looked up at the other fae sharply, "Well? Help her!" he barked.
Rusalka seemed surprised at first by the command but didn't dwell on it. It wasn't hard tell that his king was clearly out right upset. Quickly he stepped forward and bent over the woman, a frown coming onto his face.
"Her life is nearly gone, and the trip here has taken a toll on her."
Jareth scowled, of course he already knew this! Why couldn't he say something usefull?
Rusalka shook his head faintly. "I'll do what I can to save her if that is what you want of me, but it will be hard, and I cannot guarantee anything.. By what I see this human has been mistreated for a long period of time and it will take a lot to bring her back to full health."
Rusalka's hand came up to rub his temple when he looked back at his king as he spoke, "And that is only if I can get her out of deaths way first."
Without waiting for a reaction from the Goblin King, Rusalka went to work on Sarah. Small glass bottles of different colors popped into being on the bedside table along with what seemed to be a very, very old book, bound in leather with some design inked in faded silver on the cover.
Jareth didn't say anything more to the healer, only staying a few seconds after Rusalka's work had started, before simply disappearing from the chambers. He had to bet out of there before he became sick with the sight of his Sarah.
Jareth reappeared in his throne room, anger fueling him as he kicked several goblins away as he made his way to the throne to sit. It hadn't taken long for even the stupidest of the goblins to figure out that it was time to go, and in a matter of seconds Jareth was alone- thoughts rapidly turning in his mind. What in the worlds had happened to Sarah?!
Jareth's anger quickly subsided into worry- an emotion that he could only remember feeling once before. Only feeling it before when.. when Sarah had been there last.
Authors Note: Alrighty, its another rather short chapter, and another cliffhanger I suppose, but you all know that you love them. Now.. Someone said that I should change the rating to R because they would not want a 12 year old reading this. Well, that is why it is rated PG-13, not PG or G. I really don't think that the prologue was that bad for this to be R, and if I do get carried away later on it could change to R.. but not right now. Sorry.
Remember, I don't own any rights to the Labyrinth.
When the Goblin King appeared back into his bedroom chambers with Sarah, his stern mask had reappeared on his face. Before even setting her down on the bed his voice rang out loud and clear as he called for someone named "Rusalka." A second later an elderly looking fae appeared at Jareth's side.
Rusalka stood at about the same height as Jareth with a willow like body, his long pure white hair was pulled back into a simple tie, and his skin showed faint lines of age. Thin wire glasses adorned his closed eyes.
"Ah..'Yer Majesty, what - " but Rusalka was not able to finish his own words as Jareth's voice snapped at him.
"Rusalka!" His voice was low and dangerous, causing Rusalka's dark grey eyes to snap open.
Eminently Rusalka's vision closed in on the bleeding woman who laid on his king's bed. It was obvious that she was a mortal human, and he made no movement to help at first, only looked over at Jareth carefully. It wasn't much of a surprise when he saw him covered in blood, human blood.
"Yes?" asked Rusalka plainly.
Jareth looked up at the other fae sharply, "Well? Help her!" he barked.
Rusalka seemed surprised at first by the command but didn't dwell on it. It wasn't hard tell that his king was clearly out right upset. Quickly he stepped forward and bent over the woman, a frown coming onto his face.
"Her life is nearly gone, and the trip here has taken a toll on her."
Jareth scowled, of course he already knew this! Why couldn't he say something usefull?
Rusalka shook his head faintly. "I'll do what I can to save her if that is what you want of me, but it will be hard, and I cannot guarantee anything.. By what I see this human has been mistreated for a long period of time and it will take a lot to bring her back to full health."
Rusalka's hand came up to rub his temple when he looked back at his king as he spoke, "And that is only if I can get her out of deaths way first."
Without waiting for a reaction from the Goblin King, Rusalka went to work on Sarah. Small glass bottles of different colors popped into being on the bedside table along with what seemed to be a very, very old book, bound in leather with some design inked in faded silver on the cover.
Jareth didn't say anything more to the healer, only staying a few seconds after Rusalka's work had started, before simply disappearing from the chambers. He had to bet out of there before he became sick with the sight of his Sarah.
Jareth reappeared in his throne room, anger fueling him as he kicked several goblins away as he made his way to the throne to sit. It hadn't taken long for even the stupidest of the goblins to figure out that it was time to go, and in a matter of seconds Jareth was alone- thoughts rapidly turning in his mind. What in the worlds had happened to Sarah?!
Jareth's anger quickly subsided into worry- an emotion that he could only remember feeling once before. Only feeling it before when.. when Sarah had been there last.
Authors Note: Alrighty, its another rather short chapter, and another cliffhanger I suppose, but you all know that you love them. Now.. Someone said that I should change the rating to R because they would not want a 12 year old reading this. Well, that is why it is rated PG-13, not PG or G. I really don't think that the prologue was that bad for this to be R, and if I do get carried away later on it could change to R.. but not right now. Sorry.
Remember, I don't own any rights to the Labyrinth.