It had been five long years since she had last dreamt of him, she thought
she'd locked him out of her dreams, she thought with those six simple
words, 'You have no power over me' she had solved her problems.
Her stepmother wasn't such a bitch, in truth ever since she had left home; things had started to turn around for her.
She had completed school and entered university, an English degree. She wanted to go on and teach Henry V to students, yell 'Once more into the breach dear friends' to students and have them understand. Most of all she wanted to be there to assure them that their fantasies weren't all bad, that what they dreamt of wasn't crazy.
"Why did you suddenly decide to come back and torment me?"
She murmured as she remembered her dream, the all too memorable outline of a white owl in the darkness of her mind, the goblin king had returned to her somehow.
"What has happened?"
She thought.
'You called me Sarah.'
His deep voice whispered in her mind, Sarah jumped in her bed and looked around.
"Five years of surviving on my own, five years of blissful normalcy and you intrude my dreams again? Why?"
She whispered to the darkness, it dawned quietly on her that she was twenty- one and was talking to the fae; she questioned herself if this was detrimental to her mental health.
'As you said, it has been five years, five years since you reclaimed your brother.'
"Five years since I defeated you."
Sarah added her anger growing, she couldn't let him gain control over her again. She expelled him from her mind and dreams once, she could do it again. There was a short laugh from within her head.
'Defeat, me? Still so idealistic in your youth, some things never change. You gained the right to leave, to reclaim your brother, to expel me from your presence. For a while. I am a goblin King, Sarah, what ever made you think you could defeat me?'
Sarah thought back, to the book, to what she read, in the book it said.
'Ah yes, your precious book, books can be deceiving. Books can be embellished, books can lie.'
"And so now you've decided to come back, to torment me again? I don't need you're help. I am doing quite fine."
She said her voice not bothering to whisper anymore.
'But being normal is getting boring isn't it? I've heard your little wishes. 'This lecture is boring, can't it get more exciting?', 'That painting reminds me of that goblin I saw.' Thinking of my servants always lead to your mind thinking about me. You reached out.'
Sarah laughed and turned the light on, she grabbed her dressing gown and went to her apartment's kitchen, if she was going to debate with him she needed coffee.
"Don't flatter yourself, Jareth. After I got out of the Labyrinth I changed, do I look like the sixteen year old that wished her baby brother away?"
She asked as she waited for the water to boil.
'Oh yes, I realise that you are older, maybe even wiser, but in some ways you are still very much the same. Still overconfident, you still think everything is about you, and yet you are still very intriguing.'
Sarah poured the water into her mug and added a small amount of milk.
"Intriguing, why do I find that observation disturbing?"
He laughed again.
'Cautious as ever, dear Sarah, we will chat again soon, you and I.'
She tried to respond but she knew that he was gone.
"Prick."
She muttered angrily as she took her cup of coffee back to bed with her.
Her stepmother wasn't such a bitch, in truth ever since she had left home; things had started to turn around for her.
She had completed school and entered university, an English degree. She wanted to go on and teach Henry V to students, yell 'Once more into the breach dear friends' to students and have them understand. Most of all she wanted to be there to assure them that their fantasies weren't all bad, that what they dreamt of wasn't crazy.
"Why did you suddenly decide to come back and torment me?"
She murmured as she remembered her dream, the all too memorable outline of a white owl in the darkness of her mind, the goblin king had returned to her somehow.
"What has happened?"
She thought.
'You called me Sarah.'
His deep voice whispered in her mind, Sarah jumped in her bed and looked around.
"Five years of surviving on my own, five years of blissful normalcy and you intrude my dreams again? Why?"
She whispered to the darkness, it dawned quietly on her that she was twenty- one and was talking to the fae; she questioned herself if this was detrimental to her mental health.
'As you said, it has been five years, five years since you reclaimed your brother.'
"Five years since I defeated you."
Sarah added her anger growing, she couldn't let him gain control over her again. She expelled him from her mind and dreams once, she could do it again. There was a short laugh from within her head.
'Defeat, me? Still so idealistic in your youth, some things never change. You gained the right to leave, to reclaim your brother, to expel me from your presence. For a while. I am a goblin King, Sarah, what ever made you think you could defeat me?'
Sarah thought back, to the book, to what she read, in the book it said.
'Ah yes, your precious book, books can be deceiving. Books can be embellished, books can lie.'
"And so now you've decided to come back, to torment me again? I don't need you're help. I am doing quite fine."
She said her voice not bothering to whisper anymore.
'But being normal is getting boring isn't it? I've heard your little wishes. 'This lecture is boring, can't it get more exciting?', 'That painting reminds me of that goblin I saw.' Thinking of my servants always lead to your mind thinking about me. You reached out.'
Sarah laughed and turned the light on, she grabbed her dressing gown and went to her apartment's kitchen, if she was going to debate with him she needed coffee.
"Don't flatter yourself, Jareth. After I got out of the Labyrinth I changed, do I look like the sixteen year old that wished her baby brother away?"
She asked as she waited for the water to boil.
'Oh yes, I realise that you are older, maybe even wiser, but in some ways you are still very much the same. Still overconfident, you still think everything is about you, and yet you are still very intriguing.'
Sarah poured the water into her mug and added a small amount of milk.
"Intriguing, why do I find that observation disturbing?"
He laughed again.
'Cautious as ever, dear Sarah, we will chat again soon, you and I.'
She tried to respond but she knew that he was gone.
"Prick."
She muttered angrily as she took her cup of coffee back to bed with her.