Tristan looked dumbfounded at Sarah's story. Could this be true? Jareth wasn't completely dead? Looking at the expression on her face confirmed what she had been telling him. She could bring him back to life!
"If this can be done," Tristan started, "That would be great!"
"But the question is... Will I be allowed to?"
Tristan thought about it, "You should... I'll talk to Anya about this. She'll be ecstatic by the idea you could bring her cousin back to life. Jareth was her favorite cousin after all."
Sarah smiled. If that was the case, then perhaps that would mean more help on her quest.
"Cool. Then everything could be like it was supposed to be!" she commented excitedly. Jareth would be alive and well. She'd be able to enjoy herself in the Labyrinth then... Tristan and Anya would go back home as if nothing happened.
She frowned... Ok.. so it wasn't perfect but its how things were supposed to be.
Tristan apparently thought the same thing because he was frowning now too. He snapped out of it though, long enough to put up a false smile and force out the next part, "Well, I guess I'll go tell Anya then."
Sarah nodded, "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan nodded silently as he walked to the door, not even pausing to look at her.
As the door shut, Sarah felt a pang of guilt as she wondered if she seemed too eager to be rid of Tristan.
"I'm sorry Tristan," she muttered, knowing Tristan wouldn't be able to hear her, "I didn't mean for it to sound that way."
Sighing she lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling once again, caught in her thoughts...
******
Tristan walked down the steps in a grumpy mood. Was Sarah really that eager to be rid of him? Granted he had only known her for about half a day and part of it consisted of him kidnapping her and practically calling her a murderess. But other than that he was likeable wasn't he?
He shook his head. No... she was probably just excited with the prospect of helping Jareth become alive again to even consider that once Jareth comes back to life, that would mean that Anya's basis for being ruler here was gone. Meaning that she would have to go back home. And where she went, he was expected to follow as her protector and traveling companion. Although he wasn't required too, he was practically raised to believe that as his main role in life. A mere pawn that served the one who had shown him such kindness so long ago, when he was but a child.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, his pace became slower as he became immersed in his memories... He was almost in a trance-like state as the screams of horror and pain coming from his mother and sisters haunted him.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway as all he could see was the landscape of that fateful day when his family was lost to him.
******
The heat from the burning buildings reclaimed his senses as the child looked around in a panic.
"Mom! Dad!.." he yelled as he tried to look through the mass of townspeople running feverishly from the horsemen chasing them. The young Tristan, however, ran the opposite direction of the townspeople in search of his family... finally finding his dad. Tristan stopped as he looked at his father in shock as his father's gaze had him fixed to the spot. Tristan's eyes watered as he made the grim realization that his father wasn't looking at him. His father wasn't looking at anyone...
"No!," he rushed over to his dad in the hopes of helping him but it was too late. Taking in gulps of air as he tried not to loose control, he reached his fingers over to his dad's face and brushed the eyelids closed over the glassy stare his dad had. Giving his father one last hug, he rocked back and forth. This couldn't be happening... Dad didn't do anything!
It was his mother's own screams, followed by his sisters', that brought his attention away from his dad. "Mom? Shandra? Cassie?"
Abandoning his father's corpse he ran towards the source of the sound and found them to be coming from the meeting hall that was on fire. Seeing the door chained, he realized why they hadn't gotten out already.
Tristan clenched his fists and ran over to help them only to have one of the horsemen ride up beside him and knock him down hard. As the boy slipped from unconciousness all he could hear were the sounds of the screams...
******
"Sir?," a Goblin guard asked Tristan, "Are you ok?"
Tristan's thoughts came to that of the present when he felt the guard tug at his shirt. "Ummm... yeah," Tristan answered, "Just thinking."
"You sure?"
"Yeeahhh..."
Damn. He had another one of those spells again...
******
The two wanderers trekked across the Labyrinth, seemingly going no where. Cole still thought Jareth was wrong and Jareth was on his last nerve which was apparent from how his answers to Cole's questions came out more like a growl...
"...Are we there yet?"
"no."
"How 'bout now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Nooo..."
"....ummm... now?"
"No...
"...now?"
Jareth stopped in his tracks and calred at Cole. "I'll tell you when we get there!," he pratically yelled. The expression on his face showed that he was far from happy.
Cole frowned and nodded, "Ummm... ok."
"That's better. We are very close now.... Not ...there... but close now."
"It's about time. I felt like we walked the entire length of this labyrinth!"
Jareth smirked, "That's why I allow 13 hours to solve the Labyrinth. Three hours to walk this pathway. Ten hours to find it."
Cole nodded as he looked behind him at the castle that was far away from them, "It sure doesn't feel like we're close."
"Keep looking at the castle."
"What?"
"Keep looking... you'll see."
Curious, Cole did just that... watching the slowly drifting clouds float past the castle and the occasional bird fly by in the skyline. After a few minutes some clouds for some reason stopped floating by and just stopped in front of the castle, blocking Cole's view. Just then, he felt Jareth grab him by the shoulders and spin him around so he was facing the direction they had been walking for the past few hours. It what seemed to be empty space before, was the castle.
"How'd...?"
"Things are not always what they seem here," the ghost replied with a smirk, "Told you we were going the right way.... Now for the hard part."
"What? You mean the last part wasn't hard enough?"
Jareth chuckled and pointed at a ravine that had formed in the middle of the path, "We have to get past that."
"But that wasn't there a minute ago," Cole protested.
"Neither was the castle," Jareth answered, "But its there now. It appears when the Castle shows itself."
"Then can't we wait for it to disappear?"
"We could... but then we'd have to deal with the cleaners."
"What's that?," Cole asked, "Maids?"
"No... Just trouble for those in their path.," Jareth replied, "You have a better chance with the ravine."
"But that's not Fa- mmmmph!"
"Don't ever say that," Jareth growled as he kept his hand over Cole's mouth, "I... don't want...to hear it!"
He looked at Cole's wide eyes as he moved his hand from his mouth and sighed, "Let's just go..."
******
Sarah lay lazily on the bed and only sat up when she heard the door knowb turn.
"That was fast of him," she thought to herself as she got off the bed to greet her new found friend. Her smile faded, however, as she saw the figures rushing at her through the doorway, grabbing at her arms.
They latched onto her and started to drag her to the doorway.
"What's going on ?!!!," she yelped as she struggled against the far-from gentle grasp of the guards that grabbed her. The goblins didn't say a word but continued dragging her down the flight of stairs and into the hallway.
Tristan, who was still talking to the goblin guard, looked u when he heard Sarah's yell. Rushing away from the guard he ran towards the mass of Goblins. 'Guards STOP!," he yelled out to the group, "That's an order!"
They stopped and looked at Tristan silently as the one that seemed in charge of the group stepped forward., "Yes sir?"
Tristan saw the panicked look on Sarah's face but then looked at the Goblin, "And what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Transferring the prisoner."
"But I didn't give any orders. Who did? Where are you taking her?"
The Goblin shook his head, "I'm sorry sir, we're not to tell you."
Tristan looked surprised, "And why not?"
"It's believed to be a risk if you were aware of her location."
Tristan shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe this..." When he looked up he realize that the guards had continued moving. "Hey!," Tristan hollered as he started to run after them only to have his path blocked by his own soldiers. He looked at them in surprise.
"Sir, let us finish our task," the goblin guard said, "If you don't like it, go talk to the queen. It's her orders."
"Trust me.... I will," Tristan growled as he saw them disappear through another hallway.
"If this can be done," Tristan started, "That would be great!"
"But the question is... Will I be allowed to?"
Tristan thought about it, "You should... I'll talk to Anya about this. She'll be ecstatic by the idea you could bring her cousin back to life. Jareth was her favorite cousin after all."
Sarah smiled. If that was the case, then perhaps that would mean more help on her quest.
"Cool. Then everything could be like it was supposed to be!" she commented excitedly. Jareth would be alive and well. She'd be able to enjoy herself in the Labyrinth then... Tristan and Anya would go back home as if nothing happened.
She frowned... Ok.. so it wasn't perfect but its how things were supposed to be.
Tristan apparently thought the same thing because he was frowning now too. He snapped out of it though, long enough to put up a false smile and force out the next part, "Well, I guess I'll go tell Anya then."
Sarah nodded, "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan nodded silently as he walked to the door, not even pausing to look at her.
As the door shut, Sarah felt a pang of guilt as she wondered if she seemed too eager to be rid of Tristan.
"I'm sorry Tristan," she muttered, knowing Tristan wouldn't be able to hear her, "I didn't mean for it to sound that way."
Sighing she lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling once again, caught in her thoughts...
******
Tristan walked down the steps in a grumpy mood. Was Sarah really that eager to be rid of him? Granted he had only known her for about half a day and part of it consisted of him kidnapping her and practically calling her a murderess. But other than that he was likeable wasn't he?
He shook his head. No... she was probably just excited with the prospect of helping Jareth become alive again to even consider that once Jareth comes back to life, that would mean that Anya's basis for being ruler here was gone. Meaning that she would have to go back home. And where she went, he was expected to follow as her protector and traveling companion. Although he wasn't required too, he was practically raised to believe that as his main role in life. A mere pawn that served the one who had shown him such kindness so long ago, when he was but a child.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, his pace became slower as he became immersed in his memories... He was almost in a trance-like state as the screams of horror and pain coming from his mother and sisters haunted him.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway as all he could see was the landscape of that fateful day when his family was lost to him.
******
The heat from the burning buildings reclaimed his senses as the child looked around in a panic.
"Mom! Dad!.." he yelled as he tried to look through the mass of townspeople running feverishly from the horsemen chasing them. The young Tristan, however, ran the opposite direction of the townspeople in search of his family... finally finding his dad. Tristan stopped as he looked at his father in shock as his father's gaze had him fixed to the spot. Tristan's eyes watered as he made the grim realization that his father wasn't looking at him. His father wasn't looking at anyone...
"No!," he rushed over to his dad in the hopes of helping him but it was too late. Taking in gulps of air as he tried not to loose control, he reached his fingers over to his dad's face and brushed the eyelids closed over the glassy stare his dad had. Giving his father one last hug, he rocked back and forth. This couldn't be happening... Dad didn't do anything!
It was his mother's own screams, followed by his sisters', that brought his attention away from his dad. "Mom? Shandra? Cassie?"
Abandoning his father's corpse he ran towards the source of the sound and found them to be coming from the meeting hall that was on fire. Seeing the door chained, he realized why they hadn't gotten out already.
Tristan clenched his fists and ran over to help them only to have one of the horsemen ride up beside him and knock him down hard. As the boy slipped from unconciousness all he could hear were the sounds of the screams...
******
"Sir?," a Goblin guard asked Tristan, "Are you ok?"
Tristan's thoughts came to that of the present when he felt the guard tug at his shirt. "Ummm... yeah," Tristan answered, "Just thinking."
"You sure?"
"Yeeahhh..."
Damn. He had another one of those spells again...
******
The two wanderers trekked across the Labyrinth, seemingly going no where. Cole still thought Jareth was wrong and Jareth was on his last nerve which was apparent from how his answers to Cole's questions came out more like a growl...
"...Are we there yet?"
"no."
"How 'bout now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Nooo..."
"....ummm... now?"
"No...
"...now?"
Jareth stopped in his tracks and calred at Cole. "I'll tell you when we get there!," he pratically yelled. The expression on his face showed that he was far from happy.
Cole frowned and nodded, "Ummm... ok."
"That's better. We are very close now.... Not ...there... but close now."
"It's about time. I felt like we walked the entire length of this labyrinth!"
Jareth smirked, "That's why I allow 13 hours to solve the Labyrinth. Three hours to walk this pathway. Ten hours to find it."
Cole nodded as he looked behind him at the castle that was far away from them, "It sure doesn't feel like we're close."
"Keep looking at the castle."
"What?"
"Keep looking... you'll see."
Curious, Cole did just that... watching the slowly drifting clouds float past the castle and the occasional bird fly by in the skyline. After a few minutes some clouds for some reason stopped floating by and just stopped in front of the castle, blocking Cole's view. Just then, he felt Jareth grab him by the shoulders and spin him around so he was facing the direction they had been walking for the past few hours. It what seemed to be empty space before, was the castle.
"How'd...?"
"Things are not always what they seem here," the ghost replied with a smirk, "Told you we were going the right way.... Now for the hard part."
"What? You mean the last part wasn't hard enough?"
Jareth chuckled and pointed at a ravine that had formed in the middle of the path, "We have to get past that."
"But that wasn't there a minute ago," Cole protested.
"Neither was the castle," Jareth answered, "But its there now. It appears when the Castle shows itself."
"Then can't we wait for it to disappear?"
"We could... but then we'd have to deal with the cleaners."
"What's that?," Cole asked, "Maids?"
"No... Just trouble for those in their path.," Jareth replied, "You have a better chance with the ravine."
"But that's not Fa- mmmmph!"
"Don't ever say that," Jareth growled as he kept his hand over Cole's mouth, "I... don't want...to hear it!"
He looked at Cole's wide eyes as he moved his hand from his mouth and sighed, "Let's just go..."
******
Sarah lay lazily on the bed and only sat up when she heard the door knowb turn.
"That was fast of him," she thought to herself as she got off the bed to greet her new found friend. Her smile faded, however, as she saw the figures rushing at her through the doorway, grabbing at her arms.
They latched onto her and started to drag her to the doorway.
"What's going on ?!!!," she yelped as she struggled against the far-from gentle grasp of the guards that grabbed her. The goblins didn't say a word but continued dragging her down the flight of stairs and into the hallway.
Tristan, who was still talking to the goblin guard, looked u when he heard Sarah's yell. Rushing away from the guard he ran towards the mass of Goblins. 'Guards STOP!," he yelled out to the group, "That's an order!"
They stopped and looked at Tristan silently as the one that seemed in charge of the group stepped forward., "Yes sir?"
Tristan saw the panicked look on Sarah's face but then looked at the Goblin, "And what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Transferring the prisoner."
"But I didn't give any orders. Who did? Where are you taking her?"
The Goblin shook his head, "I'm sorry sir, we're not to tell you."
Tristan looked surprised, "And why not?"
"It's believed to be a risk if you were aware of her location."
Tristan shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe this..." When he looked up he realize that the guards had continued moving. "Hey!," Tristan hollered as he started to run after them only to have his path blocked by his own soldiers. He looked at them in surprise.
"Sir, let us finish our task," the goblin guard said, "If you don't like it, go talk to the queen. It's her orders."
"Trust me.... I will," Tristan growled as he saw them disappear through another hallway.