Some Various Author's Notes
Belladona - *Really* good point there, so I'll have to add some tension :P I'm just so tired of all those Sarah/Jareth or just Sarah by herself painfully angsty stories.
Jessie Deal - Thanks +^_^+
Musicgirl141 - Hehe XD Thanks! Very curious... has to be the best thing to be said in a review.
A/N Sarah's thoughts are supposed to be in Italics, but because fanfiction.net doesnt do italics, it is single quotes.
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Chapter Three
The bird began to trill in a very high pitch. Gurr, who was a goblin maiden (and just so you know, Goblin maidens differ *very* from their male counterparts - more like just pretty human girls / women who are short.) Mumbled something about being hungry and pointed to the trial - a glowing crimson thread.
To Sarah, the bird's incessant trilling became quite annoying. Fast. It kept going higher and higher and Tell A Tale who had been swooping about the braches of an Alder Tree, was holding her ears.
"GAH! I can't stand it anymore!!!" Sarah reached up and snatched the Little Bird. It crumpled in her hands and it seemed as if a shadow had been cast over the path. Sarah realized that there was no shadow, but only the golden light that was produce by the bird's unpleasant shrieks was gone.
"Stupid mortal, the bird was lighting the path! You humans." Tell A Tale had flittered down a couple feet and was buzzing angrily in Sarah's ear. Sarah looked over at the small, cabbage colored sprite and flicked her. She went sprawling into an acorn hanging off of a tree.
Stupid little Lima Bean, thought Sarah, who could only think of a Lima Bean - which she held in great loathing - to compare to the flittering sprite.
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Jareth peered into the Mirror and watched as if in a trance Sarah talk to Hoggle and pick her situations. He chuckled.
"Just like her to think of suicide." Hoggle murmured in agreement, not really wanting to engage in a conversation with the king. Jareth had the air of an old man who has nothing to do but sit around and watch T.V. while not bothering about flatulent conditions. Literally, Hoggle sighed and reapplied his nose plug.
Jareth turned to Hoggle.
"So, this game does interest me." He paused and waited for Hoggle to look a bit surprised. Hoggle failed to comply, as Jareth always had been scarily obsessed with anything to do with Sarah. Looks disgruntled Jareth continued.
"And I would like to play the villain-" He glanced and Hoggle "-not that I have a choice."
Hoggle was tempted to say, No Shit Sherlock, but stopped himself in time.
"Jareth, by the way, we really need to get rid of your little spandex problem. Also that little riding crop fetish you have."
Jareth looked horribly offended.
"You mean my *look*? My *look* isn't "hip" enough? Come on?" He struck a pose.
"I'm blond, handsome, dramatic, cruel, and the spandex makes me look hot." Hoggle quirked an eyebrow.
"And the riding crop milord?"
"It's kinky you know? A little whichaw! on things." Hoggle looked strangely sickened.
"No matter. You look quite out of date, and the look we are going for is dashing-villain-who-the-valiant-heroine-must-not-fall-in-love-with-but- does-anyway look."
"And *what* makes you think I don't fit the bill?" Jareth shot back wrathfully.
"Let's put it to the test, shall we?"
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Sarah opened her fist to let the bird out. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. There was just some crumpled tinsel and a couple glass beads. Sarah blinked.
"Um......yeah, anyway." She quickly changed the topic I'm Sarah - who are you guys?"
"Obviously you know us if you picked us," Snapped Tell a Tale, who had managed to extract herself from the acorn and catch up with them.
"Consider who is playing the game and therefore controlling your electronic existence?" Tell A Tale hmphed.
"I'm Gurr."
"Hi." They paused for a moment as the thread that was leading them onward ran through a river. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why do Goblin women look so different from the men?"
Gurr laughed, a melodious voice that startled Sarah could not hope to rival. 'It's slightly depressing that I am less attractive then a three and a half foot woman.'
"No no my dear I don't mind at all. You see, Goblin men were made ugly. And in the beginning so were we. But after about, oh, maybe 300 millennia or so, we got a bit pissed off. That time of the month, you know. So we pretty much all but attacked Jareth, demanding to be beautiful."
Gurr smiled. Beautifully.
"The wonders of the frying pan," She cooed and laughed. Sarah managed to force her self to laugh, a bit surprised because she usually wasn't so jealous of someone.
They splashed through the river, Gurr lifting up her dainty white dress. Sarah suddenly became confused. Gurr had looked like a rough country bumpkin in the slide show thingy. And country bumpkins, however beautiful did not wear white silk dresses. With a half of a pout and a half doubt, Sarah put it off as just the main quirk of the Labyrinth, Nothing is what it seems.
Perhaps an hour or two later the sun gradually fell down into the darkness of the night. Tell a Tale was fluttering ahead, looking for a path. She had become a bit more companionable during the last couple of hours. Her luminous eyes shone bright in the darkness.
"Er, Tell A Tale, is there a campsite up a head?"
"Actually, there is. It's right..."
"Where?"
"To the left..."
"Here?"
"More to the right."
"Near(er)?"
"One step a head."
"Good?"
"NOOOOOOOOD!" 'What the hell?!!!' Sarah was instantly covered in a heap of lettuce, and some of it none to clean.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?"
Tell A Tale just flittered off to land on an Alder Tree, which was in fact right by a clearing.
"Well, she just summoned a lot of lettuce on you." Remarked Gurr, unawares that she wasn't doing much to remedy the situation, and strolled over to the clearing and laid down. Climbing out of the Lettuce pile. Sarah laid down next to Gurr.
"Well, yes, but what about that "nood" part? That is what I am confused about..."
"Nood must be her summoning word." Gurr glanced over at Tell A Tale, who was fast asleep in her Alder Tree.
"What is a summoning word?" remarked Sarah, genuinely interested. Last time she was here there hadn't been Summoning Words.
"Well, when someone has the magical talent of summoning, they have a word they use to activate it. Obviously, hers is Noodu," She looked at Sarah curiously. "Didn't they say that in her profile?"
"No." Sarah said. 'Nor did they put in "crazy skito" but then again that would drive people away, fancy that?'
Gurr fell asleep and though she felt a bit restless, Sarah fell asleep soon after. The next morning, she woke up, expecting the scenery of the dreary forest once again. But when she opened her eyes....
A/N: CLIFFHANGER!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
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Belladona - *Really* good point there, so I'll have to add some tension :P I'm just so tired of all those Sarah/Jareth or just Sarah by herself painfully angsty stories.
Jessie Deal - Thanks +^_^+
Musicgirl141 - Hehe XD Thanks! Very curious... has to be the best thing to be said in a review.
A/N Sarah's thoughts are supposed to be in Italics, but because fanfiction.net doesnt do italics, it is single quotes.
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Chapter Three
The bird began to trill in a very high pitch. Gurr, who was a goblin maiden (and just so you know, Goblin maidens differ *very* from their male counterparts - more like just pretty human girls / women who are short.) Mumbled something about being hungry and pointed to the trial - a glowing crimson thread.
To Sarah, the bird's incessant trilling became quite annoying. Fast. It kept going higher and higher and Tell A Tale who had been swooping about the braches of an Alder Tree, was holding her ears.
"GAH! I can't stand it anymore!!!" Sarah reached up and snatched the Little Bird. It crumpled in her hands and it seemed as if a shadow had been cast over the path. Sarah realized that there was no shadow, but only the golden light that was produce by the bird's unpleasant shrieks was gone.
"Stupid mortal, the bird was lighting the path! You humans." Tell A Tale had flittered down a couple feet and was buzzing angrily in Sarah's ear. Sarah looked over at the small, cabbage colored sprite and flicked her. She went sprawling into an acorn hanging off of a tree.
Stupid little Lima Bean, thought Sarah, who could only think of a Lima Bean - which she held in great loathing - to compare to the flittering sprite.
-----------
Jareth peered into the Mirror and watched as if in a trance Sarah talk to Hoggle and pick her situations. He chuckled.
"Just like her to think of suicide." Hoggle murmured in agreement, not really wanting to engage in a conversation with the king. Jareth had the air of an old man who has nothing to do but sit around and watch T.V. while not bothering about flatulent conditions. Literally, Hoggle sighed and reapplied his nose plug.
Jareth turned to Hoggle.
"So, this game does interest me." He paused and waited for Hoggle to look a bit surprised. Hoggle failed to comply, as Jareth always had been scarily obsessed with anything to do with Sarah. Looks disgruntled Jareth continued.
"And I would like to play the villain-" He glanced and Hoggle "-not that I have a choice."
Hoggle was tempted to say, No Shit Sherlock, but stopped himself in time.
"Jareth, by the way, we really need to get rid of your little spandex problem. Also that little riding crop fetish you have."
Jareth looked horribly offended.
"You mean my *look*? My *look* isn't "hip" enough? Come on?" He struck a pose.
"I'm blond, handsome, dramatic, cruel, and the spandex makes me look hot." Hoggle quirked an eyebrow.
"And the riding crop milord?"
"It's kinky you know? A little whichaw! on things." Hoggle looked strangely sickened.
"No matter. You look quite out of date, and the look we are going for is dashing-villain-who-the-valiant-heroine-must-not-fall-in-love-with-but- does-anyway look."
"And *what* makes you think I don't fit the bill?" Jareth shot back wrathfully.
"Let's put it to the test, shall we?"
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Sarah opened her fist to let the bird out. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. There was just some crumpled tinsel and a couple glass beads. Sarah blinked.
"Um......yeah, anyway." She quickly changed the topic I'm Sarah - who are you guys?"
"Obviously you know us if you picked us," Snapped Tell a Tale, who had managed to extract herself from the acorn and catch up with them.
"Consider who is playing the game and therefore controlling your electronic existence?" Tell A Tale hmphed.
"I'm Gurr."
"Hi." They paused for a moment as the thread that was leading them onward ran through a river. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why do Goblin women look so different from the men?"
Gurr laughed, a melodious voice that startled Sarah could not hope to rival. 'It's slightly depressing that I am less attractive then a three and a half foot woman.'
"No no my dear I don't mind at all. You see, Goblin men were made ugly. And in the beginning so were we. But after about, oh, maybe 300 millennia or so, we got a bit pissed off. That time of the month, you know. So we pretty much all but attacked Jareth, demanding to be beautiful."
Gurr smiled. Beautifully.
"The wonders of the frying pan," She cooed and laughed. Sarah managed to force her self to laugh, a bit surprised because she usually wasn't so jealous of someone.
They splashed through the river, Gurr lifting up her dainty white dress. Sarah suddenly became confused. Gurr had looked like a rough country bumpkin in the slide show thingy. And country bumpkins, however beautiful did not wear white silk dresses. With a half of a pout and a half doubt, Sarah put it off as just the main quirk of the Labyrinth, Nothing is what it seems.
Perhaps an hour or two later the sun gradually fell down into the darkness of the night. Tell a Tale was fluttering ahead, looking for a path. She had become a bit more companionable during the last couple of hours. Her luminous eyes shone bright in the darkness.
"Er, Tell A Tale, is there a campsite up a head?"
"Actually, there is. It's right..."
"Where?"
"To the left..."
"Here?"
"More to the right."
"Near(er)?"
"One step a head."
"Good?"
"NOOOOOOOOD!" 'What the hell?!!!' Sarah was instantly covered in a heap of lettuce, and some of it none to clean.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?"
Tell A Tale just flittered off to land on an Alder Tree, which was in fact right by a clearing.
"Well, she just summoned a lot of lettuce on you." Remarked Gurr, unawares that she wasn't doing much to remedy the situation, and strolled over to the clearing and laid down. Climbing out of the Lettuce pile. Sarah laid down next to Gurr.
"Well, yes, but what about that "nood" part? That is what I am confused about..."
"Nood must be her summoning word." Gurr glanced over at Tell A Tale, who was fast asleep in her Alder Tree.
"What is a summoning word?" remarked Sarah, genuinely interested. Last time she was here there hadn't been Summoning Words.
"Well, when someone has the magical talent of summoning, they have a word they use to activate it. Obviously, hers is Noodu," She looked at Sarah curiously. "Didn't they say that in her profile?"
"No." Sarah said. 'Nor did they put in "crazy skito" but then again that would drive people away, fancy that?'
Gurr fell asleep and though she felt a bit restless, Sarah fell asleep soon after. The next morning, she woke up, expecting the scenery of the dreary forest once again. But when she opened her eyes....
A/N: CLIFFHANGER!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
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