Chapter 3
Jareth stood behind the woman on the field, noticing her appearance for the first time. She wasn't tall, only five foot six, but had a posture that made one, if not mentally, look up to her in some way.
Her long black hair was in a tight braid, and before they had switched worlds, she had changed her biker gear to a long red velvet jacket with a hood, loose fitting black shirt, tight bodice and jeans, a fringy Indian style bag slung across her chest and freaky biker boots.
All in black. Her style was, a way, very much alike his, and along with the Egyptian styled makeup she looked more like an elf than human.
Her skin tone was pale, almost porcelain, something that again gave the impression of looking at a mask when she showed no emotions whatsoever, if it hadn't been for the animated dark blue eyes with sprays of gold, and full red lips.
"Are you certain you wish to go through with this?" he asked her when she for a moment looked small and vulnerable. But the moment he had uttered the words her back straightened even more and gave him a slight glance over her shoulder.
"What other choice do I have getting Lara back?"
He sighed. Normally he had to play the hard, cruel king who liked to toy with his subjects.
But not this time.
Tiani had never had an mental image of him that he could play out after. It didn't actually matter either. He couldn't read anything from her mind. It was like an impenetrable wall around her.
Closing in upon her from behind he felt the faint scent of roses from her.
"You never said it was so beautiful." she suddenly whispered, unaware he was close enough to hear.
"Who never said what?" he asked, startling her. Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, he felt it was the wrong thing to ask.
"We have wasted too much time. Let's begin."
Nodding, the king walked over to the clock that had appeared, and started it with a flick of his wrist.
"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth, or you will have to face the consequences. I wish you the best of luck, as I hope you to make it,"
And he faded away.
Jareth stood behind the woman on the field, noticing her appearance for the first time. She wasn't tall, only five foot six, but had a posture that made one, if not mentally, look up to her in some way.
Her long black hair was in a tight braid, and before they had switched worlds, she had changed her biker gear to a long red velvet jacket with a hood, loose fitting black shirt, tight bodice and jeans, a fringy Indian style bag slung across her chest and freaky biker boots.
All in black. Her style was, a way, very much alike his, and along with the Egyptian styled makeup she looked more like an elf than human.
Her skin tone was pale, almost porcelain, something that again gave the impression of looking at a mask when she showed no emotions whatsoever, if it hadn't been for the animated dark blue eyes with sprays of gold, and full red lips.
"Are you certain you wish to go through with this?" he asked her when she for a moment looked small and vulnerable. But the moment he had uttered the words her back straightened even more and gave him a slight glance over her shoulder.
"What other choice do I have getting Lara back?"
He sighed. Normally he had to play the hard, cruel king who liked to toy with his subjects.
But not this time.
Tiani had never had an mental image of him that he could play out after. It didn't actually matter either. He couldn't read anything from her mind. It was like an impenetrable wall around her.
Closing in upon her from behind he felt the faint scent of roses from her.
"You never said it was so beautiful." she suddenly whispered, unaware he was close enough to hear.
"Who never said what?" he asked, startling her. Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, he felt it was the wrong thing to ask.
"We have wasted too much time. Let's begin."
Nodding, the king walked over to the clock that had appeared, and started it with a flick of his wrist.
"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth, or you will have to face the consequences. I wish you the best of luck, as I hope you to make it,"
And he faded away.