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characters that you do not recognize from the original movie. Does anyone
really care?
A/N: I am glad that you guys like my story. Even though it is not my best, I am glad and hope that you will continue reading and reviewing and letting me know of any mistakes I might have made.
Jareth stared out into the early morning light as the sun crept slowly over the horizon. He was now deathly pale and cold to the touch. He was now in his owl form and resting on a giant boulder that rested just outside his infamous labyrinth. He looked every now and then at the large stone walls that had once confused a beautiful young girl, in search of her baby brother.
And now, she was gone and in trouble, but with a different baby; a baby that was not even born yet, but meant the world to him.
But, while in the process of all his thoughts, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see something stumbling about, as if harmed somehow. At first, he was wary to approach the creature. But when it collapsed, he swooped down for a closer look.
As he landed, he transformed into his human form again. He lightly turned the creature on its back. After a few moments of concentration, he gasped.
"Malya!" he whispered.
~*~
Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus were standing around in a huddle, whispering in a conspirating sort of way, when the door flew open and they jumped apart. There stood their master, looking as shabby as ever, with a little female goblin lying limp in his arms.
"Good Lord, Jareth, what has happened to her?" gasped Hoggle.
"I'm not entirely sure," frowned Jareth in a tired tone. "All I know is that she's hurt and she's hurt badly.
"Where was the young maiden?" questioned Sir Didymus.
"I found her wondering helplessly in my labyrinth," replied Jareth as he laid the goblin girl on the bed. He looked at Hoggle. "Don't you remember her?"
Hoggle looked confused for a moment before observing the goblin girl. He scratched his head and then rubbed his chin. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
"Malya?" he asked, looking at Jareth. Jareth nodded.
"Malya, hurt," drawled Ludo.
"Yes, she is badly wounded," sighed Jareth, turning to Malya. "See these markings on her arms? And her leg, see where it was broken? Janet has obviously been treating her terribly."
"But why has she appeared so suddenly inside your labyrinth?" questioned Sir Didymus.
"I don't know," frowned Jareth. "Maybe Janet finally let her go; maybe she ran away. All I know is that she must know something of Sarah's kidnapping. Perhaps, when she feels better, she can help us with any information she has on where my wife is being held." He didn't say another word because he began to choke. What was Janet doing to his pregnant wife? If she was this horrible to her servants, how horrible would she be to Sarah? He just couldn't think of all the possibilities.
~*~
"Calvin!!" roared Janet. She was inside her bedroom, brushing her hair, and calling for her male servant. "Calvin, where are you?" she cried. Just then, the door opened and a small dwarf walked in.
"Terribly sorry, milady," he said quickly, bowing. "I must have dozed off."
"Well, let us see to it that it never happens again, shall we?" snarled Janet. She turned and faced the dwarf as he knelt before her and bowed his head.
"Of coarse, milady," he said, not looking up. "What is it you wish of me, my beautiful lady?"
"Jareth knows I have her," said Janet directly. "There isn't much time. Is the trap ready?"
"Not quite yet, milady, but if you would only give us a few more weeks, then I'm sure that we-,"
"What!" cried Janet, standing up. She kicked Calvin in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "Weeks? That is not acceptable; not acceptable at all. Now you tell those imbeciles to quicken the pace or I shall be forced to do away with them."
"With all due respect, my lady," said Calvin, "but a trap of this sort is too large to do in a shorter amount of time, especially if you want it to work."
"You dare argue with me, your owner?" cried Janet. "How dare you!" With that, she summoned all the fae magic she had in her and cast Calvin into a cowering stone statue.
"Blundering fool," she growled. "Well, I suppose it is time for me to take matters into my own hands." With that, she rang for another servant, grabbed an already written letter, and handed it to the servant.
"Be sure that Jareth gets this," she commanded to the servant, who bowed and took the letter. "It's time we played like professionals."
A/N: I am glad that you guys like my story. Even though it is not my best, I am glad and hope that you will continue reading and reviewing and letting me know of any mistakes I might have made.
Jareth stared out into the early morning light as the sun crept slowly over the horizon. He was now deathly pale and cold to the touch. He was now in his owl form and resting on a giant boulder that rested just outside his infamous labyrinth. He looked every now and then at the large stone walls that had once confused a beautiful young girl, in search of her baby brother.
And now, she was gone and in trouble, but with a different baby; a baby that was not even born yet, but meant the world to him.
But, while in the process of all his thoughts, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see something stumbling about, as if harmed somehow. At first, he was wary to approach the creature. But when it collapsed, he swooped down for a closer look.
As he landed, he transformed into his human form again. He lightly turned the creature on its back. After a few moments of concentration, he gasped.
"Malya!" he whispered.
~*~
Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus were standing around in a huddle, whispering in a conspirating sort of way, when the door flew open and they jumped apart. There stood their master, looking as shabby as ever, with a little female goblin lying limp in his arms.
"Good Lord, Jareth, what has happened to her?" gasped Hoggle.
"I'm not entirely sure," frowned Jareth in a tired tone. "All I know is that she's hurt and she's hurt badly.
"Where was the young maiden?" questioned Sir Didymus.
"I found her wondering helplessly in my labyrinth," replied Jareth as he laid the goblin girl on the bed. He looked at Hoggle. "Don't you remember her?"
Hoggle looked confused for a moment before observing the goblin girl. He scratched his head and then rubbed his chin. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
"Malya?" he asked, looking at Jareth. Jareth nodded.
"Malya, hurt," drawled Ludo.
"Yes, she is badly wounded," sighed Jareth, turning to Malya. "See these markings on her arms? And her leg, see where it was broken? Janet has obviously been treating her terribly."
"But why has she appeared so suddenly inside your labyrinth?" questioned Sir Didymus.
"I don't know," frowned Jareth. "Maybe Janet finally let her go; maybe she ran away. All I know is that she must know something of Sarah's kidnapping. Perhaps, when she feels better, she can help us with any information she has on where my wife is being held." He didn't say another word because he began to choke. What was Janet doing to his pregnant wife? If she was this horrible to her servants, how horrible would she be to Sarah? He just couldn't think of all the possibilities.
~*~
"Calvin!!" roared Janet. She was inside her bedroom, brushing her hair, and calling for her male servant. "Calvin, where are you?" she cried. Just then, the door opened and a small dwarf walked in.
"Terribly sorry, milady," he said quickly, bowing. "I must have dozed off."
"Well, let us see to it that it never happens again, shall we?" snarled Janet. She turned and faced the dwarf as he knelt before her and bowed his head.
"Of coarse, milady," he said, not looking up. "What is it you wish of me, my beautiful lady?"
"Jareth knows I have her," said Janet directly. "There isn't much time. Is the trap ready?"
"Not quite yet, milady, but if you would only give us a few more weeks, then I'm sure that we-,"
"What!" cried Janet, standing up. She kicked Calvin in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "Weeks? That is not acceptable; not acceptable at all. Now you tell those imbeciles to quicken the pace or I shall be forced to do away with them."
"With all due respect, my lady," said Calvin, "but a trap of this sort is too large to do in a shorter amount of time, especially if you want it to work."
"You dare argue with me, your owner?" cried Janet. "How dare you!" With that, she summoned all the fae magic she had in her and cast Calvin into a cowering stone statue.
"Blundering fool," she growled. "Well, I suppose it is time for me to take matters into my own hands." With that, she rang for another servant, grabbed an already written letter, and handed it to the servant.
"Be sure that Jareth gets this," she commanded to the servant, who bowed and took the letter. "It's time we played like professionals."