Disclaimer: Do I have to write this every time? : Glances uneasily at Jim
Henson who is giving her a stern look: Okay, okay it's your story, not
mine. Sniff.
Author's Note: Thank you so much everyone who left a review!! I feel loved. I'll try to write longer chapters from now on!! Enjoy! ;)
Chapter Three:
Riona lifted her head from the pillow and peered through the darkness. She was a light sleeper and the smallest of noises woke her easily. Her hand slid cautiously underneath the pillows and her fingers curled around the handle of her dagger. As the footsteps neared her bed, she prepared to attack. The curtains around her bed were whipped open and she sprang up with a shout.
"Damn you Jareth, is the idea of me killing you that appealing?" She collapsed back into her pillows in annoyance.
"Riona, I need your help," Jareth hissed angrily.
She began to tell him to go away, but stopped when she looked into his eyes. There she found an emotion that was seldom seen in his countenance. Fear. 'Something terribly dreadful must have happened for Jareth to be in such a state,' she noted with concern. Nodding silently she rose from her bed and allowed him to pull her into her workshop. There she saw a young woman, ghostly pale, lying on the small cot.
Jareth gazed at Riona imploringly, "Please save her."
Riona moved over to the girl's side. "Wait outside," she said firmly. "If I need your assistance, I will call you." After he left reluctantly, she shook her head wearily. It was going to be a very long night.
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"Can you hear me child?" Riona stood by Sarah's spirit, who was curled up tightly in the fetal position. "I know you have suffered, but you were not meant to die. Something deep inside you held on and refused to give up. It will be hard for you when you wake up, I won't lie to you about that." Riona's spirit form stroked Sarah's hair gently. "However, Jareth and I will do whatever we can to help you adjust. You will not be alone child, I promise."
Riona watched as the spirit's eyelids fluttered open. "That's right child," she whispered soothingly, "Give me your hand now."
The two spirits gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Sarah stood shakily and held out her hand. Riona smiled and held her hand tightly. "Let's go home now. He'll be waiting for you." She drew in a deep breath and firmly said, "Return this lost child and I to our earthly forms." With that the two spirits disappeared with a flash.
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Riona cried out in pain as her eyes opened. Slowly, she pulled herself from the floor. It had been a long time since her last projection and the pain was even greater this time. She grimaced as she shut her eyes against the tears of pain that threatened to fall.
Jareth didn't know how taxing the projection had become. She made sure of that, for if he were aware of the pain it caused her, he would never permit her to continue it. Riona shook her head sadly, 'Projection is the only thing that I have ever done well. If I give up because of the pain, then I will have lost my purpose in life.to save those who can't save themselves.'
Riona gazed at the woman on the table, whose chest was now rising and falling with each steady breath. She had seen this strange girl's pain and knew that her recovery would be difficult. Riona only hoped that Jareth was up to the task of healing her wounds. She sighed and walked to the door to tell Jareth the good news.
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Jareth sat silently by Sarah's side, watching her sleep peacefully. Riona had administered a sleeping draught that would keep her calm until the next day. She warned him that things would not be easy when Sarah finally awoke. This did not surprise him, for things had never been easy with Sarah, had they?
He gazed intently at Sarah's face. How many times had that face haunted his dreams since she defeated him? Time and time again he had tried to catch a glimpse of her in his crystals, only to see nothing but shadows. Sarah Williams perplexed him to no end and this recent attempt on her life just added to the confusion.
"But then that's part of your charm, isn't it Sarah?" Jareth whispered. "No matter how close we get." he reached down and stroked her silky chestnut hair, "you'll always have that mystery about you." Jareth smiled gently at how peaceful she looked. It was such a pleasure to just sit with her like this without any animosity between them. He knew then that he would give anything to experience this feeling again in the future.
Jareth rose from his chair and took one last look at Sarah. The next day would bring on a whole new challenge and he felt it would be best if he was well rested when he had to face it. Before walking out of the room, he grinned and simply whispered, "Welcome home Sarah."
Well.I feel like I've just been attacked by a roving band of plot bunnies! Sneaky little devils.. Ahem. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I'll try to post again soon. Leave a review if you like and take care of yourselves! ;)
Author's Note: Thank you so much everyone who left a review!! I feel loved. I'll try to write longer chapters from now on!! Enjoy! ;)
Chapter Three:
Riona lifted her head from the pillow and peered through the darkness. She was a light sleeper and the smallest of noises woke her easily. Her hand slid cautiously underneath the pillows and her fingers curled around the handle of her dagger. As the footsteps neared her bed, she prepared to attack. The curtains around her bed were whipped open and she sprang up with a shout.
"Damn you Jareth, is the idea of me killing you that appealing?" She collapsed back into her pillows in annoyance.
"Riona, I need your help," Jareth hissed angrily.
She began to tell him to go away, but stopped when she looked into his eyes. There she found an emotion that was seldom seen in his countenance. Fear. 'Something terribly dreadful must have happened for Jareth to be in such a state,' she noted with concern. Nodding silently she rose from her bed and allowed him to pull her into her workshop. There she saw a young woman, ghostly pale, lying on the small cot.
Jareth gazed at Riona imploringly, "Please save her."
Riona moved over to the girl's side. "Wait outside," she said firmly. "If I need your assistance, I will call you." After he left reluctantly, she shook her head wearily. It was going to be a very long night.
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"Can you hear me child?" Riona stood by Sarah's spirit, who was curled up tightly in the fetal position. "I know you have suffered, but you were not meant to die. Something deep inside you held on and refused to give up. It will be hard for you when you wake up, I won't lie to you about that." Riona's spirit form stroked Sarah's hair gently. "However, Jareth and I will do whatever we can to help you adjust. You will not be alone child, I promise."
Riona watched as the spirit's eyelids fluttered open. "That's right child," she whispered soothingly, "Give me your hand now."
The two spirits gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Sarah stood shakily and held out her hand. Riona smiled and held her hand tightly. "Let's go home now. He'll be waiting for you." She drew in a deep breath and firmly said, "Return this lost child and I to our earthly forms." With that the two spirits disappeared with a flash.
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Riona cried out in pain as her eyes opened. Slowly, she pulled herself from the floor. It had been a long time since her last projection and the pain was even greater this time. She grimaced as she shut her eyes against the tears of pain that threatened to fall.
Jareth didn't know how taxing the projection had become. She made sure of that, for if he were aware of the pain it caused her, he would never permit her to continue it. Riona shook her head sadly, 'Projection is the only thing that I have ever done well. If I give up because of the pain, then I will have lost my purpose in life.to save those who can't save themselves.'
Riona gazed at the woman on the table, whose chest was now rising and falling with each steady breath. She had seen this strange girl's pain and knew that her recovery would be difficult. Riona only hoped that Jareth was up to the task of healing her wounds. She sighed and walked to the door to tell Jareth the good news.
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Jareth sat silently by Sarah's side, watching her sleep peacefully. Riona had administered a sleeping draught that would keep her calm until the next day. She warned him that things would not be easy when Sarah finally awoke. This did not surprise him, for things had never been easy with Sarah, had they?
He gazed intently at Sarah's face. How many times had that face haunted his dreams since she defeated him? Time and time again he had tried to catch a glimpse of her in his crystals, only to see nothing but shadows. Sarah Williams perplexed him to no end and this recent attempt on her life just added to the confusion.
"But then that's part of your charm, isn't it Sarah?" Jareth whispered. "No matter how close we get." he reached down and stroked her silky chestnut hair, "you'll always have that mystery about you." Jareth smiled gently at how peaceful she looked. It was such a pleasure to just sit with her like this without any animosity between them. He knew then that he would give anything to experience this feeling again in the future.
Jareth rose from his chair and took one last look at Sarah. The next day would bring on a whole new challenge and he felt it would be best if he was well rested when he had to face it. Before walking out of the room, he grinned and simply whispered, "Welcome home Sarah."
Well.I feel like I've just been attacked by a roving band of plot bunnies! Sneaky little devils.. Ahem. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I'll try to post again soon. Leave a review if you like and take care of yourselves! ;)