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Chapter Six: "The Past Is Now Another Land"

Jareth was tired. Very tired. He had barely slept, the memories had kept him awake. The ones of his precious Sarah and the one's of his beloved-

"JARETH!" bellowed a voice.

Stomping was heard as the body that belonged to the voice slammed open the study doors with a loud bang.

Jareth stood, glaring at the intruder. "What is the meaning of this?"

Darien huffed, tossing his hair. "No, that is my question to ask you! What is the meaning of this!"

Jareth scoffed, "I have no idea what you are talking about, brother."

"No idea? NO IDEA! Of course, you have no idea… except for the fact that YOU are the only one that could have done it!" Darien yelled.

"CALM DOWN. Tell me what happened."

"My shipments, Jareth. My girls. My latest shipments have gone missing. Five baker's dozen including the one you left behind are all gone."

"And what evidence do you have that can prove that it was me?" Jareth asked, his eyebrow raising.

"Well, you are the only one that knows the way through those corridors! After all, if it weren't for our deal-" and Darien froze.

"Exactly, brother, exactly. I am tied to my word. There is no possible way I could have taken them. Only if they had called upon me of their own free will." Darien was about to say something when Jareth interrupted him. "And you know that none of them have because you would have felt the magical charge in the air as they were transported to my kingdom."

Darien sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "All right, brother, all right. You've proved your point. But I'm still not satisfied. If it was you, know this: I'll be watching you."

Darien disappeared with a puff of green smoke.

Jareth sighed and leaned back in his chair. He hadn't done anything. He was tied to his word. He smiled as he thought about what his Queen would have said about all this. She was a magnificent speaker. That is what first drew him to her. He, Darien, and Erik had all met her when she speaking to the Consul about this very situation. And in that one-second, he, his brother, and his best friend had all fallen for her. With her long blood red hair and sapphire blue eyes, she was magnificent. Erik fell long and hard just as Jareth had. But in the end… she had spurned Darien. He was too cruel, too cruel for her tastes. Darien was burned from the rejection and swore revenge.
Erik and he had fought each other too. But it became more and more obvious that she was meant for him. Erik let them go with a grace unexpected. And then their love had bloomed. They were engaged and in bliss. His queen he always called her.
But unfortunately, bliss never lasts. Half the Underground loved her, she was incredible after all- like a goddess. But the other half hated her twice as much. She cared for mortals and was running a campaign against cruelty towards mortals- and had almost won. But Darien had joined ranks with them. One night, they attacked her castle.
No one knew what happened to her.
They told him she was dead.
And he died…
He couldn't even bare to speak her name.
His wonderful love, his Queen… his dear sweet-

A knock at the door.

Irritated but keeping himself in check, he called out.

"Come in!"

And in stepped his second love.

"Hello Jareth," Sarah said, attempting to be pleasant. "I figured we'd have a chat."