Chapter Twenty Four - Shocking Secrets
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A/N - Damn it I've gone all sci-fi again. Bugger! Don't worry it is very relevant and
all will be revealed soon. Thanks you for reading and please tell me what you think.
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It was six in the morning and London was only just waking up. The low growl of
traffic could still be heard in the distance but by the river there was nothing but the
birds and the calm lapping of the polluted waters. Two figures appeared under the
shady walkway, still fresh with the heavy dew from the night before. One was tall and
outlandish and mostly hidden by his long flowing cloak. The other was a thin and pale
child who compared with her companion looked awkward and out of place in her light
blue jeans and black shirt. Arian was always amazed at how her father could just look
completely at home in such a contrasting world. He could probably even pull it off on
Mars.
"Have you enjoyed your stay here?" said Jareth suddenly.
"Yes. It's been great. It really feels like home." said Arian.
"I don't like it. There's too much iron in the air."
"I noticed that but for some reason it's quite fitting." the girl replied and sat down on
the nearest bench, staring at a plane landing over the horizon of buildings where
Heathrow undoubtedly lay. There was a long silence.
"I found your other pendant by the way." Jareth said finally. "It was in your room. I
think it had been blocking your magic all this time."
"Great. Now I can write stories without all hell breaking loose. I've only gone a few
days without it but I've really missed my writing."
"Could you show me how you do it?" asked Jareth, intrigued by this confession.
"I just write things and they happen." Arian explained "So if I want it to snow I can
just write a description and it'll snow." she demonstrated this by creating a thirty
second long snow storm directly above them.
"That's it?" exclaimed Jareth watching the icy flakes melt on his gloves.
"It works better the more detail you put in. And if you cross something out it breaks
the spell."
"Fascinating. And to think I had the audacity to try and teach something that's the
most natural thing in the world to you." There was another long silence before he
spoke again. "You could have told me where you were going."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Well how was I supposed to feel. You just disappeared. You could have been
kidnapped or assassinated or something." snapped Jareth.
"It was an accident. I wasn't used to doing magic yet."
"And why did you feel the need to tell your grandmother about it instead of me? I
could have helped, Arian. I'm on your side!"
"How can you be on my side when you've hardly spoken to me since I was twelve?"
cried Arian angrily. "There's no excuse for it now! I've checked and there's no
obligation you have at the moment that's could possibly take priority. Your foreign
policies are stable, your subjects are well cared for and no children have been wished
away since I was!"
"Oh! You found out about that." said Jareth, suddenly looking quite uneasy.
"Yes I did and I want answers, father! Who am I? Who are my real parents?" shouted
Arian, tears beginning to form in her large black eyes.
"You are the future, Arian." said Jareth slowly trying to find the right words to say.
"When I found you there were no clues about your history. Only your name, your
pendant and your power. They mean different things in this world and ours and you
belong to both of them in equal measure."
"I don't understand."
"In the Underground the Black Star carries great importance as it is associated with
freedom and your name is associated with destiny. No doubt your grandmother told
you of this?"
"Yes she did."
"But here it means something far more sinister. The Black Star is the emblem of a
Serbian terrorist organization called the Natmuren Glumica Iksan who strived to
create a new and more powerful race of people. They were wiped out by the army at
exactly the same time you were sent to me."
"How do you know this?"
"I had to find out. You were too special, you sparked my interest. I had to figure out
why someone would wish away such a talented child. You're the first person I've told
about this, it is your right."
"So you're saying I'm some kind of Fascist experiment!!"
"It was your name that gave it away." Jareth confessed. "All this time I thought your
name was Arianhad when it was actually Aryan H.A.D."
"What does that mean?"
"Aryan is what they called this race and H.A.D stands for the Latin name they gave
you. Homo-alpha-dominari."
"The alpha dominant man." whispered Arian through her overflowing tears before she
curled up into a fragile ball with her head in her hands and her knees tucked under her
chin. A couple of cyclists whizzed past and paid no attention to the strange people
sitting on the bench. Arian cried until her eyes stung. Suddenly she noticed a warm
arm around her shoulders. It was the first time her father had touched her in two years.
She felt like a small child again as she lost herself in Jareth's familiar, comforting hug
and she momentarily disappeared in the fold of his cloak...
()()()()()()()()()()
A/N - Damn it I've gone all sci-fi again. Bugger! Don't worry it is very relevant and
all will be revealed soon. Thanks you for reading and please tell me what you think.
()()()()()()()()()()
It was six in the morning and London was only just waking up. The low growl of
traffic could still be heard in the distance but by the river there was nothing but the
birds and the calm lapping of the polluted waters. Two figures appeared under the
shady walkway, still fresh with the heavy dew from the night before. One was tall and
outlandish and mostly hidden by his long flowing cloak. The other was a thin and pale
child who compared with her companion looked awkward and out of place in her light
blue jeans and black shirt. Arian was always amazed at how her father could just look
completely at home in such a contrasting world. He could probably even pull it off on
Mars.
"Have you enjoyed your stay here?" said Jareth suddenly.
"Yes. It's been great. It really feels like home." said Arian.
"I don't like it. There's too much iron in the air."
"I noticed that but for some reason it's quite fitting." the girl replied and sat down on
the nearest bench, staring at a plane landing over the horizon of buildings where
Heathrow undoubtedly lay. There was a long silence.
"I found your other pendant by the way." Jareth said finally. "It was in your room. I
think it had been blocking your magic all this time."
"Great. Now I can write stories without all hell breaking loose. I've only gone a few
days without it but I've really missed my writing."
"Could you show me how you do it?" asked Jareth, intrigued by this confession.
"I just write things and they happen." Arian explained "So if I want it to snow I can
just write a description and it'll snow." she demonstrated this by creating a thirty
second long snow storm directly above them.
"That's it?" exclaimed Jareth watching the icy flakes melt on his gloves.
"It works better the more detail you put in. And if you cross something out it breaks
the spell."
"Fascinating. And to think I had the audacity to try and teach something that's the
most natural thing in the world to you." There was another long silence before he
spoke again. "You could have told me where you were going."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Well how was I supposed to feel. You just disappeared. You could have been
kidnapped or assassinated or something." snapped Jareth.
"It was an accident. I wasn't used to doing magic yet."
"And why did you feel the need to tell your grandmother about it instead of me? I
could have helped, Arian. I'm on your side!"
"How can you be on my side when you've hardly spoken to me since I was twelve?"
cried Arian angrily. "There's no excuse for it now! I've checked and there's no
obligation you have at the moment that's could possibly take priority. Your foreign
policies are stable, your subjects are well cared for and no children have been wished
away since I was!"
"Oh! You found out about that." said Jareth, suddenly looking quite uneasy.
"Yes I did and I want answers, father! Who am I? Who are my real parents?" shouted
Arian, tears beginning to form in her large black eyes.
"You are the future, Arian." said Jareth slowly trying to find the right words to say.
"When I found you there were no clues about your history. Only your name, your
pendant and your power. They mean different things in this world and ours and you
belong to both of them in equal measure."
"I don't understand."
"In the Underground the Black Star carries great importance as it is associated with
freedom and your name is associated with destiny. No doubt your grandmother told
you of this?"
"Yes she did."
"But here it means something far more sinister. The Black Star is the emblem of a
Serbian terrorist organization called the Natmuren Glumica Iksan who strived to
create a new and more powerful race of people. They were wiped out by the army at
exactly the same time you were sent to me."
"How do you know this?"
"I had to find out. You were too special, you sparked my interest. I had to figure out
why someone would wish away such a talented child. You're the first person I've told
about this, it is your right."
"So you're saying I'm some kind of Fascist experiment!!"
"It was your name that gave it away." Jareth confessed. "All this time I thought your
name was Arianhad when it was actually Aryan H.A.D."
"What does that mean?"
"Aryan is what they called this race and H.A.D stands for the Latin name they gave
you. Homo-alpha-dominari."
"The alpha dominant man." whispered Arian through her overflowing tears before she
curled up into a fragile ball with her head in her hands and her knees tucked under her
chin. A couple of cyclists whizzed past and paid no attention to the strange people
sitting on the bench. Arian cried until her eyes stung. Suddenly she noticed a warm
arm around her shoulders. It was the first time her father had touched her in two years.
She felt like a small child again as she lost herself in Jareth's familiar, comforting hug
and she momentarily disappeared in the fold of his cloak...