A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: I do not own anything having to do with Labyrinth.
Chapter Two –or- A Request
Hoggle approached the throne and gave his king a bow. This summons had come as a surprise to the dwarf. He and Jareth had had their differences, but Hoggle dared not show him disrespect.
"Haggle, thank you for coming," Jareth said as he conjured a chair for his subject. Hoggle sat down rather uncomfortably.
"What can I do for you, Your Majesty," Hoggle asked him, not a little nervous.
"Tonight is your weekly meeting with Sarah, is it not?" Jareth asked pointedly.
"I didn't know you knew about that!" Hoggle exclaimed, suddenly feeling very exposed.
Jareth waved off Hoggle's exclamationand conjured a scented piece of parchment out of the air. He folded it and dribbled hot black wax onto it before stamping it with the royal seal, a beautiful semblance of an owl.
"Give this to her. Please?" Jareth asked the dwarf, trying to keep his hand from shaking because of his own nervousness.
Hoggle eyed the note somewhat warily.
"It is safe," Jareth assured him, exasperated.
"I will," Hoggle took the envelope, and to be safe gave a short bow before walking out.
Jareth conjured a crystal and it glowed as he once again looked upon the image of his love.
Sarah was jogging on a trail somewhere near her apartment. She never jogged the same trail every night, and never in the same order. It was the smart thing to do, he supposed, though had any mortal harmed her he would have torn their head from their body and used the bloody skull for a wine glass.
Sarah had done quite well for herself. He could only go Aboveground while he was in owl form, and he had followed her a few times as she jogged. She had finished school and had gotten a degree in English. She wrote plays for a livingand it seemed she was good at it. He had even perched outside a theater once as one of her plays--an early work, written just as she exited college--was presented She had worked very hard.
Sarah had never really escaped the labyrinth, metaphorically speaking. Jareth had spied on her through a picture window. There were posters of labyrinths, and scale models of them. On one wall hung a painting of him, resplendent in his black boots, gray breeches, white shirt and black leather pants. He had seen her paint it. She had stared at it for hours when she was finished. He had admired it himself, though he did think that she had portrayed him as being just a bit too short.
One night he heard her remark softly as she admired the Goblin King, "I really must have hurt you." His heart had filled with joy, even given the apologetic tone of the statement. Sarah had never forgotten him.
With a sigh, Jareth dismissed his Sarah crystal.