Chapter 6

Intentions

*so whats the deal with jareths amulet? Just fancy jewler, hmm maby not! And once again I don't oun the Labyrinth or any of its characters. And I want to thank everyone who reviewed by story so far! I cant begin to tell you how great it makes me feel and I hope my further chapters are just as good!! Love and Cookies~CF

Jareth opened his eyes slowly; he felt a sudden weight upon his heart. Clutching his chest he only then noticed, his crescent amulet was gone. He stood quickly his senses alert, searching for his possession only to be shot to the cold ground his head pounding and aching furiously. Visions of Sarah and goblins clouding his perception, he could barely find his center of gravity to stand. Her voice was so loud in his ears and her thoughts where running whispers calling in every direction. Weekend and drained of energy Jareth searched around with one hand for his amulet and with the other he clutched his pounding head. The sound of goblins chattering, the murmur of the waters flowing in fountains and streams, the ticking of time itself, Jareth heard everything in his kingdom, every whisper of a fairy and every swish of Sarah's long hair.

Searching blind with one hand, Jareth almost gave up. He opened his eyes. Visions flooded his room. Goblins dancing, fairies tormenting sparrows, Vicious Kanids eating, grassy plains, deep forests, white blossoms, and Sarah. Sarah was walking towards, the white poppies. Had it not been for Sarah and the white popies Jareth would not have seen the sparkle of a certain bed of poppies. He crawled towards it concentrating as well as he could on stabilizing himself. He reached for the patch of white flowers and closed his eyes. He clutched at the poppies grasping on to his Crescent Amulet. His grip tightened around the moon shaped alloy, and as it brightly emitted a glare of light and all of the Goblin Kings pains left him.

The visions left him, the poppies disappeared, and Sarah was gone, leavening way to his true surroundings. He sat on the cold stone floor, something he never would permit anyone to witness, tired and week, but finally at peace. The voices and thoughts of those in his kingdom became quite, inaudible to the common ear. He stood slowly, the broken chain slinking from between his fingers to the floor. He was full aware that something unplanned had progressed while he was without his amulet.

As King of the Goblins, and of the Underground Jareth's powers always surpassed those of any other magical creature in this world, but great power dose not come with out great responsibility. He found inner strength and Balance within the crescent moon shaped amulet made of earthy alloys. Without it, his senses where intensified to that witch he can hardly control and they would consume him, perhaps into his own demise. IT meant something else as well. Just as he could hear others' thoughts, they in turn might know his, if they where to look.

Jareth breathed deeply. His dream was perhaps not a dream at all; perhaps Sarah had met with the trinity. He rubbed his thumb along the triangular point of his amulet.
"Whats said.. .." He started but could not finish. He was upset and troubled knowing all that Sarah now knew. How could all this happen why now? This was not part of the plan. With haste the Goblin King made for his thrown room, bypassing goblins, stepping on feet, not caring for what ever dared to be in his way.
"Oh, uh yer majesty, 'how wus yer rest.." Jareth paid no attention. He headed strait for the arched window, where looked upon his Labyrinth, where he looked upon Sarah. She had stopped for a moment to smell the flowers. He concentrated on Sarahs thoughts. Each time she closed her eyes and inhaled the poppies the answer behind the trinity came closer and closer to her. "NO " Jareth wasn't about to let it turn around this way.

"ONE" Sara stoped in her tracks. Her heart felt heavy. Her stomach fluttered like there were butterflies living in there.

"TWO"

Her breath slowed. Her eye lids became heavy.

"THREE"

Sarah fell to the ground, completely motionless except for her faint breath.

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Only a moment had passed, the dirt had not yet settled when she was lifted into the arms of the Goblin King. Her head rested on his shoulder, arms around his neck. "Sleep Sarah" he whispered to her"dream of everything you heart wishes."