The Battle

Sarah froze in place, as she watched Jareth and Stephan fight to the death. Jareth already had a cut on his arm, and cheek. "Jareth! No!" Sarah ran to Jareth, standing beside him. "Sarah, what are you doing here?"
"This is my battle, let me fight it."
"I won't let you!"
"Jareth. Let me do this, please."
"No!" Rosette walked over to her son, taking him with her. "Jareth let the girl fight her battles."
"But mother."
"No buts!" Rosette pulled her son to the side. Jareth sighed as he watched Sarah. She's so small and weak. Jareth thought to himself. Sarah was producing little balls of magic and throwing them at

Stephan. Stephan laughed, "Ha!
Did you think you could beat me?"
"I will." Sarah said throwing another ball at him. Stephan walked over to Sarah, with his sword he ripped part of Sarah's dress leaving a mark on her shoulder. Sarah looked at her bleeding left shoulder. "You bastard!" Stephan only laughed again, Cutting her leg. Sarah felt weaker, 'I must stay strong for Jareth.' Sarah thought.

Jareth broke free of his mother's grasp, rushing to Sarah. "Jareth, I have a plan."
"What is it?"
"Give me your hand." Jareth nodded, giving Sarah his hand. "Okay. Summon part of your magic.
I'll summon some of mine." Jareth concentrated hard, and a small golden orb formed in his hand.
Sarah did the same, as she concentrated a medium blue orb was formed. "Now put them together."
"Why my love? Why?"
"Trust me." Jareth nodded. As he put them together they formed a crystal. "It's a crystal nothing more." Jareth chuckled. "What do I do with it?"
"Turn it this way and find your dreams." Jareth smiled, "I already have my dreams Sarah. You're my dreams."
"Then put it in your heart and protect it." Sarah said weakly. "I love you." Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. "Sarah!" Jareth cried out. "I used the magic from my heart. It's the strongest. He has part of my magic. He stole it."
"Will you die?"
"Yes. But if I can get my magic back, I'll live. Protect our magic."
"I will." Jareth turned to his mother, "Mother. Take Sarah. Put her on my throne." Jareth turned his father. "How could you!"
"What?"
"Sarah is dead!" Stephan froze. Dead? I didn't think. Maybe I should care. Not! Stephan laughed.
"So?" Anger grew inside of Jareth, "Ha! I thought you'd never fall in love! Wimp!"
"I love her!" Jareth drew the sword he once dropped. "I'll fight you to the death!"

"Come, come my boy." Jareth snorted, and put his sword to his father's neck. "Listen! You bastard! Give me her magic!"
"No!" Jareth brought the sword closer to Stephan's neck. Stephan began to sweat.
"If you want to live you'll give me the orb!" Stephan's breathing became harsher. Jareth moved his sword closer. "Are you saying you'd kill me for that wretch!"

"Yes! My Sarah is worthy for a queen than any other bitch you could find!" Jareth shrieked. As he shrieked the words, Jareth's sword went through Stephan's neck. Jareth backed away as Stephan fell to the floor the orb he held rolling to his side. Rosette gasped, and rushed to her dying husband's side. "Stephan!" Rosette cried and looked at her son. "I'm sorry mother." Jareth said picking up the orb and holding it close to his heart. Rosette stood up and grabbed the orb from her son's hands. "Give me this." Rosette held it in her hand. "Don't worry husband, I will see that wretch dies!"

"Mother no!" Jareth cried out, "I didn't mean to do it The sword slipped and..I" Rosette looked at Sarah laying on her son's throne. Rosette gave her son the orb. "I'm sorry my son. Let me take your father with me. I wish to burry him in my garden." "Of course mother." Rosette smiled and picked up her husband. "Goodbye son."
"Goodbye mother." Rosette and Stephan faded into the drakness.