"Hello Laura," the man said with a smirk.
Backing up against the wall, she trembled. What was this man doing in her house? "Who are you?" she squeaked.
He chuckled, "An old friend of your mothers.the goblin king Jareth."
Is he joking? She thought. Laura hoped he was. "Why are you here?"
He strolled around the room a bit, with is cape dragging on the floor, he inspected her things. "You should know the answer to that question my dear," he said, turning to look at her. "Your brother asked for you to be taken away, and here I am to claim you."
She didn't know what to say, her voice was stuck in her throat. It has to be a bad dream, she thought. This can't be real.
"Oh, but it can be real," Jareth looked at her for a moment. "You look so much like her."
Laura closed her eyes, "Just go away please." Was she aloud to wish him away?
Jareth chuckled again, "No my dear, it isn't that simple." He took a glass orb out and began doing elaborate tricks with it. Laura couldn't help becoming mesmerized by it.
Suddenly the room around her became hazy, and it was as if she was floating. Colors flew by her, and she felt dizzy. Before she knew it she was in a shimmering ballroom filled with people, wearing a puffy white gown. I must be dreaming, she told herself, but something in the back of her mind told her that she wasn't. The party was so beautiful; she couldn't help being taken over by it. Spinning dancers wearing detailed masks, and the room was heavenly. But everything felt odd to Laura, she felt like every move took forever, like she had no control over her body. And it was as if all eyes were on her.
Then Jareth came over to her and took her onto the dance floor. They began twirling around in a dance, and he enthralled Laura. He had power over her, both of them knew it, and deep within fear held in her heart. Laura had the strength and creativity of her mother; she just had to discover it in herself.
"You'll be happy here Laura," he said to her softly.
"But my." for some reason, she couldn't remember the reason she wanted to be away from this wonderful place. "But I have to go back." Back where? Everything was fuzzy.
"Where would you like to go back to?" he said with a smile. His magic was working on her.
"I don't remember," she said, looking up at him.
Jareth chuckled, spinning and dipping her more. "Don't worry yourself dear, you'll get a headache." Yes, it was certain, he could love someone just as much as Sarah.
You'll remember later, she told herself. Don't worry about it now, it can't be too important if I've forgotten.
Just as Laura had gotten comfortable at the overwhelming ball, the room blurred again.
Laura awoke with a groan, her head hurt a bit. That was the oddest dream I've ever had, she said to herself. Maybe I should stop reading before I fall asleep. She turned over in the bed, and opened her eyes. But Sarah wasn't in her bedroom like she expected, she was in Jareths castle. It wasn't a dream at all.
Backing up against the wall, she trembled. What was this man doing in her house? "Who are you?" she squeaked.
He chuckled, "An old friend of your mothers.the goblin king Jareth."
Is he joking? She thought. Laura hoped he was. "Why are you here?"
He strolled around the room a bit, with is cape dragging on the floor, he inspected her things. "You should know the answer to that question my dear," he said, turning to look at her. "Your brother asked for you to be taken away, and here I am to claim you."
She didn't know what to say, her voice was stuck in her throat. It has to be a bad dream, she thought. This can't be real.
"Oh, but it can be real," Jareth looked at her for a moment. "You look so much like her."
Laura closed her eyes, "Just go away please." Was she aloud to wish him away?
Jareth chuckled again, "No my dear, it isn't that simple." He took a glass orb out and began doing elaborate tricks with it. Laura couldn't help becoming mesmerized by it.
Suddenly the room around her became hazy, and it was as if she was floating. Colors flew by her, and she felt dizzy. Before she knew it she was in a shimmering ballroom filled with people, wearing a puffy white gown. I must be dreaming, she told herself, but something in the back of her mind told her that she wasn't. The party was so beautiful; she couldn't help being taken over by it. Spinning dancers wearing detailed masks, and the room was heavenly. But everything felt odd to Laura, she felt like every move took forever, like she had no control over her body. And it was as if all eyes were on her.
Then Jareth came over to her and took her onto the dance floor. They began twirling around in a dance, and he enthralled Laura. He had power over her, both of them knew it, and deep within fear held in her heart. Laura had the strength and creativity of her mother; she just had to discover it in herself.
"You'll be happy here Laura," he said to her softly.
"But my." for some reason, she couldn't remember the reason she wanted to be away from this wonderful place. "But I have to go back." Back where? Everything was fuzzy.
"Where would you like to go back to?" he said with a smile. His magic was working on her.
"I don't remember," she said, looking up at him.
Jareth chuckled, spinning and dipping her more. "Don't worry yourself dear, you'll get a headache." Yes, it was certain, he could love someone just as much as Sarah.
You'll remember later, she told herself. Don't worry about it now, it can't be too important if I've forgotten.
Just as Laura had gotten comfortable at the overwhelming ball, the room blurred again.
Laura awoke with a groan, her head hurt a bit. That was the oddest dream I've ever had, she said to herself. Maybe I should stop reading before I fall asleep. She turned over in the bed, and opened her eyes. But Sarah wasn't in her bedroom like she expected, she was in Jareths castle. It wasn't a dream at all.
