Disclaimer: It's not mine, not mine, except for the stuff that's mine, OK I'll shut up and let you read the story now.
AN: On this chapter, I put some ferocious things about faeries. I LOVE FAERIES, and I would never dream of doing any of these things to them should I be given the chance. It's simply a part of the goblin culture that I can't avoid, and I'm sorry if it offends you guys. Love from Author.
Chapter 3
Goblins do not generally take very long to change from infants into toddlers; usually only a couple of days are spent in the crib before they are walking, jibbering in primal goblin language, and melting faeries using large crystals and hot sunlight. A goblin child is expected to bouncy and energetic from the first, and brutal to the last.
Jareth seemed an unusual child to his nurses. He was none of these things. Having taken two weeks nearly to age into a toddler, he was predominately silent. Almost nothing could excite him. He found no joy in the personal killing of faeries. When presented with a box of trapped garden faeries and a chance to boil them to death, he merely let out a bored, sigh and spoke with the sarcasm that encased his rare occasions of speech.Why don't you just let the garden gnome take care of them? It's his job, isn't it?
The nurses soon tired of Jareth and his lack of emotion and left him to his own devices. Jareth's own devices consisted of him moping around his wing of the castle all day, looking at the portraits and daydreaming, twirling a particular set of crystal balls between his fingers. He loved everything about these balls: the shape, the reflection of all the other colors around them, the texture of a crystal as it spun into orbit about the tip of his finger.
His crystals soon became an insatiable habit; even as he slept his fingers turned, sensing the coolth that wasn't there and the smooth curves that haunted his imagination
Meanwhile, the Queen Trärrissima had two more sons, both full-blooded goblins and both raucous and difficult as children. One was named Maskevich, (Severed-tooth in goblin court speak, due to the fact that he was born with a wonky tooth which dipped like an hourglass in the middle), he was a radical, energetic child, and his mother regretted that he would not be the next King of the Underground.
The younger of the two new sons was named Gheffinial, (Full-of-feeling.) He had a military disposition and a passionate nature, The queen loved him very much. He would have made a fine king as well.
The years passed, the three princes grew up with the two younger ones quite seperate from their older brother. Jareth was not even informed of their existence, but was left to face his adolescence a solitary half-goblin. He knew that with every day that passed, his moment of finally meeting his mother drew nearer and nearer. Yet he was in no hurry, because he sensed something bad lurking for him in that other end of the castle, something vicious and fierce and dark: a resentment that had been growing in the queen's heart for centuries, that was bound to jeopardize his freedom forever.
