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Myths of the Underground
Chapter1. 'Searching for the Cure.'
Jareth sat at his window looking out over his Labyrinth, worrying thoughts of death running through his head. The Labyrinth itself and its inhabitants were full of life; feeding off the dreams of dreamers, it was his death that was worrying him. For six years now his health had been deteriorating, an unknown sickness slowly consuming him and weakening him to the point of utter exhaustion. At times though, he would feel his old invincible self but then a sudden wave of sickness would hit him and he would be bedridden for days on end. When it first happened, due to his absence of the throne, the goblins had no idea how to function and set about creating anarchy throughout the Labyrinth and its bordering kingdoms. When Jareth's health returned he had to use up all his magic to restore the Labyrinth to its natural state and apologise to all the monarchs that suffered damage from the havoc the goblins had wreaked throughout their kingdoms. With all his magic used up he was forced to bed again, but this time he'd left the dwarf Hoggle in charge who turned out to be quite a good adjunct to the court. He managed to keep the goblins in check. And so that was how it went for the next six years, Jareth would rule until he fell ill and Hoggle would take his place until he was well again. While bedridden he spent his time, when not in a complete delusional state, researching through his books to find out what was wrong with him and if there was a cure.
Eventually, after six years of research, he discovered what was wrong with him and the cure to it in a very old book called 'Myths of the Underground'. He had told no one of the sickness or the cure as he himself was not sure if were to find it and if it would actually work as he was not one to believe in myths. But time was crucial and decisions had to be made. With that last thought Jareth stood up, took one last look at the Labyrinth, produced a crystal in his right hand and vanished.
A/N. Ok this is my first ever f/f so please review.
Myths of the Underground
Chapter1. 'Searching for the Cure.'
Jareth sat at his window looking out over his Labyrinth, worrying thoughts of death running through his head. The Labyrinth itself and its inhabitants were full of life; feeding off the dreams of dreamers, it was his death that was worrying him. For six years now his health had been deteriorating, an unknown sickness slowly consuming him and weakening him to the point of utter exhaustion. At times though, he would feel his old invincible self but then a sudden wave of sickness would hit him and he would be bedridden for days on end. When it first happened, due to his absence of the throne, the goblins had no idea how to function and set about creating anarchy throughout the Labyrinth and its bordering kingdoms. When Jareth's health returned he had to use up all his magic to restore the Labyrinth to its natural state and apologise to all the monarchs that suffered damage from the havoc the goblins had wreaked throughout their kingdoms. With all his magic used up he was forced to bed again, but this time he'd left the dwarf Hoggle in charge who turned out to be quite a good adjunct to the court. He managed to keep the goblins in check. And so that was how it went for the next six years, Jareth would rule until he fell ill and Hoggle would take his place until he was well again. While bedridden he spent his time, when not in a complete delusional state, researching through his books to find out what was wrong with him and if there was a cure.
Eventually, after six years of research, he discovered what was wrong with him and the cure to it in a very old book called 'Myths of the Underground'. He had told no one of the sickness or the cure as he himself was not sure if were to find it and if it would actually work as he was not one to believe in myths. But time was crucial and decisions had to be made. With that last thought Jareth stood up, took one last look at the Labyrinth, produced a crystal in his right hand and vanished.
A/N. Ok this is my first ever f/f so please review.