Jareth looked out the window of his study, yawning. A sudden pull of the magic surrounding him yanked him back to the Aboveground. He looked about the room, noticing several books that he recognized. He looked past the sleeping form on the bed to the vanity. He saw a familiar music box with a girl in a white dress.

He walked over to the dresser, a sense of wonder spreading through his body at the familiar sight. "By the Gods," he whispered. "It is her room." He turned towards the bed, expecting to see her there, smiling up at him with happy tears in her eyes. She had called him. She wanted to leave with him. But he was confronted with a view of a sleeping girl, her breathing shallow and harsh with illness. A girl who looked almost exactly like her mother had all those years ago...
He slowly approached the girl's bedside, looking down at her as she slept.

She turned over in her sleep, turning to face him, and as her hair fell in her face, he gently swept it back. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt someone a hand brush against her forehead and she looked up at him, not daring to believe her eyes. "You're Jareth, aren't you?… you're the goblin king," she said as she sat up.
Taking one slight step backwards, Jareth stared at this young girl who had

summoned him. He took several seconds to examine her. Her chocolate brown,

slightly wavy hair was in disarray from her previous position. Her gray-blue eyes stared at him, glazed over from her illness. In the moonlight, her already pale skin appeared white, iridescent-like. She stared at him in a curious mixture of conflicting emotions: hope, amazement, fear, disbelief. He straightened

immediately, regaining his intimidating posture, looming over the fragile angel,

"I am Jareth, the Goblin King." She blinked, and it was obvious she was trying to stay awake, fighting unconsciousness, but fighting a losing battle. "Did...did you hear my wish?" She asked in a timid voice. Not afraid, but not overly proud.
Jareth nodded his perfect head, his blonde-white hair falling from its position, framing his perfect face. His haunting mismatched eyes shone brilliant, like an emerald and lapis lazuli. His lips held neither a frown nor a smile. "So...what are you going to do?" She clenched her eyes shut and opened them again, trying in vain to ward off the sleep that threatened to claim her. In response, Jareth smiled enigmatically, slightly smirking. In a whisper, barely audible to her fading senses, he whispered, "You shall soon see little one." The last thing Silmarwen was aware of was a blinding flash of light, before unconsciousness took her and she slipped into blessed darkness. Orianna awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the morning. Any other morning it would have been wonderful to be awoken by the songs of birds, but on this morning however it just proved to be annoying. She turned over, covering her head with the pillow, and groaned, "Someone close the window..." A goblin woman hobbled over to her, "Come on mistress, it's time to rise and shine." Silmarwen turned away from her, "Mother... I'm really too tired for..." She uncovered her head and gazed up at the goblin woman, becoming a lighter shade of pale "Wait... you're not my mother..." She sat up and looked around the room, becoming even more pale, "Where am I?" "Ah, the master din't tell ye?.....Mmm...usually he doen't take people unless they ask em" the old woman croaked, "Ah, come here" she jumped up on the bed and patted the spot next to her. Silmarwen hesitated, "Come on now! I won't bite ye". Silmarwen moved over, sitting next to the old shrunken woman. "look out that there windeh" the Goblin woman pointed, "That be the Labyrinth" she jumped down off the bed, "You, are in the castle in the center of it all...I ran ye a bath.." she motioned

towards the connecting bathroom, "Now, if ye don't mind....I have got places to be"

"Wait!" Orianna yelled, "I need to-"

"Oh don't tell me...ye can't wash yerself?

"No I can, I just need to know why I am here"

"He'll tell ye...when ye be ready"

"Do you mean, when I've grown older?"

"No! When ye get up and wash yerself" with that, the woman left the room, closing the door behind her.

A/N: I've decided to turn this into a round robin so for those of you who want to participate please email me at Arwentheamazon@aol.com .