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A/N: I would like to thank those who have reviewed for my stories. You guys are great.
Toby was soon led into a large dining area, which, once again, looked very much like his fathers. It was very big with a table that could easily hold twenty people, perhaps more. There was also a grand fireplace that was placed at one side and a fire blazed wildly in it. There were only two place settings in which Toby could see on the table, which meant that he would be dining alone with his uncle.
"Please, Toby, sit," said Jacob. He gestured to the seat that was to the left of the head of the table. Toby was hesitant at first, for he did not trust this man. But seeing how there was nowhere else for him to go, he decided that for now, he would just have to do as he was told.
"Have a drink," Jacob offered once the young prince had sat down.
"No, thanks, I'm not thirsty," frowned Toby. Even though he spoke politely, there was a certain cold tone that was held in his voice, as well as in his eyes.
"Very well, suit yourself," shrugged Jacob. He set down the pitcher that he had offered Toby and sat down himself. With a few moments of studying his nephew over a few times, he smiled and said, "You know, you look so much like your father when he was younger. The way you act and the way you do your hair. But I'm assuming you have your mothers' eyes and mouth, because they certainly don't resemble that of my brothers. Be glad of that, my boy," he smiled.
"Now, what is it that happened between you and my father that caused you guys to never speak again?" asked Toby, not wishing to waste any time. He still needed to find his cousin and get back to his quite possibly enraged parents.
"So, you like it short, sweet, and to the point, do you? Just like your father, once again," smirked Jacob. "Okay, I shall tell you what had happened to me and your father, my dear twin brother, Jareth." With that, he cleared his throat and sat back as he prepared himself to explain a long story.
"You see, my boy, your father and I were once as close as two brothers could get. We were so alike, but so different. I, being the oldest by a minute and a half, had that big brother instinct. I was always looking after Jareth because he always managed to get himself into tight scrapes, usually landing himself in trouble with the law.
"You and your father are more alike than you can imagine. For, even though I was the oldest and was, by right of birth, to be king, our father always favored Jareth over me. I never knew why. While Jareth was out causing trouble and wreaking havic, I was to be found in the library, studying and preparing to be king, which I knew I would someday. But, one day, I came home from practicing my magic to discover that my brother had really done it this time. He had caused an explosion that put many faes in critical condition.
"Of coarse, my father had blamed me for it and said that I was a lousy role-model for Jareth. When I tried and convince him it hadn't been me, he just boxed my ears and told me that if I tried to lie to him again, I would find myself not only out of a throne but out of a home as well.
"So, I confronted your father and told him that if he should ever pull a stunt like that again, I would put him into an early grave, only not in such a nice way. I used a few choice words that probably should not be repeated and stormed off to my room. Yes, by this time, we were finally allowed to our own things.
"When Jareth ran like a little cry baby to our father, I was kicked out of the house. From that time on, I've been living like a prisoner in this mansion until the day that Jareth allowed me to come back."
"How old were you?" asked Toby, now enthralled with the story. It amazed him how similar he and his father really were.
"Fifteen, I believe," sighed Jacob. "Just about your age, am I right? You are fifteen, aren't you?"
"Yes," whispered Toby, casting his eyes downward.
"That's what I thought," smiled Jacob. "Anyway, I would give anything to have his forgiveness."
"Him, forgive you? Why would you ask him to forgive you when he was the one who cheated you out of a throne that is rightfully yours?" Toby was now enraged.
"Because I am, as you say, the oldest," said Jacob. "I should have shown better judgment than yelling at my younger brother like that. Not to mention that I should have been there to stand up for him. And, even more so, I should have taught him right from wrong from the time we were able to speak. I was a lousy big brother, even though we are only a minute and a half apart."
Toby marveled at how much of the blame his uncle had placed upon himself and he even admired him for it. He himself would have never blamed himself for anything stupid that his twin brother, if he had one, had done.
"And what would you do if my father were to forgive you?" asked Toby, still thinking that it was his father who should ask for forgiveness.
"Perhaps ask if I might be allowed to re-enter his life and get to know his family, his friends." Jacob smiled. "But I highly doubt that might happen. I'll just go back Aboveground and work as always. I took over this job that was apparently held by a female named Sarah who disappeared so suddenly with her niece, Christine." Toby's ears perked up at the mention of his cousin and mother.
"What was that?" he asked excitedly.
"I said I would have to continue working in this job that was once held by a woman named Sarah who mysteriously and without reason left with her niece. I only know that much because this man I work with, I think his name is either Bob or Bill, or something like that. He keeps muttering to himself that he will make the man who took her from him would pay dearly with his life." He took a drink from his goblet.
"MOTHER!" cried Toby. "THAT'S MY MOTHER, SARAH IS MY MOM!" Jacob began to spit out his drink and coughed several times before he could regain his composure.
"You mean to tell me that the insane man I work with is the one that wants to kill my brother?" he roared.
"I-I don't know," frowned Toby, trying to connect everything. "All I know is that my mom and cousin, Christine, came down to the Underground when she married my father. She used to work with a man named Bill, or so she told me. She was always teasing my father and saying that she would run away with him if my father didn't do something she asked him to do, like treat his goblins better and such." Slowly, the realization dawned on the both of them and they began to connect the remaining pieces of the puzzle together.
"Uncle Jacob, I think I know a way that you can make amends with my father." Jacob slowly nodded as he listened to his nephews plan.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. I promise I will try and move this story along as soon as possible. Keep reading and reviewing, I would greatly appreciate it.
A/N: I would like to thank those who have reviewed for my stories. You guys are great.
Toby was soon led into a large dining area, which, once again, looked very much like his fathers. It was very big with a table that could easily hold twenty people, perhaps more. There was also a grand fireplace that was placed at one side and a fire blazed wildly in it. There were only two place settings in which Toby could see on the table, which meant that he would be dining alone with his uncle.
"Please, Toby, sit," said Jacob. He gestured to the seat that was to the left of the head of the table. Toby was hesitant at first, for he did not trust this man. But seeing how there was nowhere else for him to go, he decided that for now, he would just have to do as he was told.
"Have a drink," Jacob offered once the young prince had sat down.
"No, thanks, I'm not thirsty," frowned Toby. Even though he spoke politely, there was a certain cold tone that was held in his voice, as well as in his eyes.
"Very well, suit yourself," shrugged Jacob. He set down the pitcher that he had offered Toby and sat down himself. With a few moments of studying his nephew over a few times, he smiled and said, "You know, you look so much like your father when he was younger. The way you act and the way you do your hair. But I'm assuming you have your mothers' eyes and mouth, because they certainly don't resemble that of my brothers. Be glad of that, my boy," he smiled.
"Now, what is it that happened between you and my father that caused you guys to never speak again?" asked Toby, not wishing to waste any time. He still needed to find his cousin and get back to his quite possibly enraged parents.
"So, you like it short, sweet, and to the point, do you? Just like your father, once again," smirked Jacob. "Okay, I shall tell you what had happened to me and your father, my dear twin brother, Jareth." With that, he cleared his throat and sat back as he prepared himself to explain a long story.
"You see, my boy, your father and I were once as close as two brothers could get. We were so alike, but so different. I, being the oldest by a minute and a half, had that big brother instinct. I was always looking after Jareth because he always managed to get himself into tight scrapes, usually landing himself in trouble with the law.
"You and your father are more alike than you can imagine. For, even though I was the oldest and was, by right of birth, to be king, our father always favored Jareth over me. I never knew why. While Jareth was out causing trouble and wreaking havic, I was to be found in the library, studying and preparing to be king, which I knew I would someday. But, one day, I came home from practicing my magic to discover that my brother had really done it this time. He had caused an explosion that put many faes in critical condition.
"Of coarse, my father had blamed me for it and said that I was a lousy role-model for Jareth. When I tried and convince him it hadn't been me, he just boxed my ears and told me that if I tried to lie to him again, I would find myself not only out of a throne but out of a home as well.
"So, I confronted your father and told him that if he should ever pull a stunt like that again, I would put him into an early grave, only not in such a nice way. I used a few choice words that probably should not be repeated and stormed off to my room. Yes, by this time, we were finally allowed to our own things.
"When Jareth ran like a little cry baby to our father, I was kicked out of the house. From that time on, I've been living like a prisoner in this mansion until the day that Jareth allowed me to come back."
"How old were you?" asked Toby, now enthralled with the story. It amazed him how similar he and his father really were.
"Fifteen, I believe," sighed Jacob. "Just about your age, am I right? You are fifteen, aren't you?"
"Yes," whispered Toby, casting his eyes downward.
"That's what I thought," smiled Jacob. "Anyway, I would give anything to have his forgiveness."
"Him, forgive you? Why would you ask him to forgive you when he was the one who cheated you out of a throne that is rightfully yours?" Toby was now enraged.
"Because I am, as you say, the oldest," said Jacob. "I should have shown better judgment than yelling at my younger brother like that. Not to mention that I should have been there to stand up for him. And, even more so, I should have taught him right from wrong from the time we were able to speak. I was a lousy big brother, even though we are only a minute and a half apart."
Toby marveled at how much of the blame his uncle had placed upon himself and he even admired him for it. He himself would have never blamed himself for anything stupid that his twin brother, if he had one, had done.
"And what would you do if my father were to forgive you?" asked Toby, still thinking that it was his father who should ask for forgiveness.
"Perhaps ask if I might be allowed to re-enter his life and get to know his family, his friends." Jacob smiled. "But I highly doubt that might happen. I'll just go back Aboveground and work as always. I took over this job that was apparently held by a female named Sarah who disappeared so suddenly with her niece, Christine." Toby's ears perked up at the mention of his cousin and mother.
"What was that?" he asked excitedly.
"I said I would have to continue working in this job that was once held by a woman named Sarah who mysteriously and without reason left with her niece. I only know that much because this man I work with, I think his name is either Bob or Bill, or something like that. He keeps muttering to himself that he will make the man who took her from him would pay dearly with his life." He took a drink from his goblet.
"MOTHER!" cried Toby. "THAT'S MY MOTHER, SARAH IS MY MOM!" Jacob began to spit out his drink and coughed several times before he could regain his composure.
"You mean to tell me that the insane man I work with is the one that wants to kill my brother?" he roared.
"I-I don't know," frowned Toby, trying to connect everything. "All I know is that my mom and cousin, Christine, came down to the Underground when she married my father. She used to work with a man named Bill, or so she told me. She was always teasing my father and saying that she would run away with him if my father didn't do something she asked him to do, like treat his goblins better and such." Slowly, the realization dawned on the both of them and they began to connect the remaining pieces of the puzzle together.
"Uncle Jacob, I think I know a way that you can make amends with my father." Jacob slowly nodded as he listened to his nephews plan.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. I promise I will try and move this story along as soon as possible. Keep reading and reviewing, I would greatly appreciate it.