Chapter 2—Alpha and Omega Be
Ok…not much to say here except I do not own the hott…er…LOTs of goblins or Elfy Jareth or basically anything owned by Henson because I am not Henson and that is very sad . Oh well. I'll gather money. Ohhhhh yes I will. You'll see!
Anyway, enjoy!
Jareth woke up the next morning with a chicken on his chest. Shooing it away he sat up and went through his morning routine.
He went to the mirror and lamented himself. Then he exited his hut and walked down the street, trailing chickens behind him.
Today, he did his daily routine, but he was thinking unusual thoughts, for a goblin.
What…what if a goblin could be King?he wondered. What if…what if I could be King! I'd show Pinchy! He could never doubt the King again! He always called me too interfering for my own good! Isn't that what a King should be? I would take this mudhole and rise it up until…until we were better than the elves! The entire Underground would be ruled by a Goblin…no, THE goblin! The Most Goblin of the Goblins!
Jareth puttered around his daily duties, imagining Goblin King.
THE goblin-Me! King Jareth! Jareth-King of the Goblins! Never again would I have to deal with chickens! Never again …oh alright. Neither would Pinchy or Hogwart. Or the other one… NEVER would we be oppressed!
From that moment on, Jareth resolved to be King. Starting with the research. He spent from sunup to sundown every day, researching ancient Kings, how well they were liked, what they did, how they died, but most importantly, how they became Kings.
He was stunned to learn that not a one of them said. None. No one! Their records started from coronation to death! He would have to find his own way.
But he was going to have models. He wasn't going to be one of those anarchists who look to turn over anything pertaining to previous government. He chose two great Kings. Alpha, and Omega.
Alpha, as the name suggests, was the first documented King of the Goblins. Like Jareth, he searched to bring power to the Goblins. Before he was King, he was an elfish peasant who was sick and tired of domination over him. He went to the Goblin City and brought them all to be his followers. He apparently said then, only elves, with a mind of goblin, could be a ruler. No damn pretend dictators. Show me a rose, I'll show you a tyrant. Show me a tyrant and I'll show you a man who knows who he is and where he's going.
Omega is the current King. He is tall and handsome and can bring almost anyone to their knees. He never says what he is doing or why. He seems to not do anything, yet he must be doing something!
Jareth thought. Show me a rose, I'll show you a tyrant. What the hell does that mean?
Show me a rose…I'll show you a tyrant…
A tyrant…
Show me...
Show me a rose…
A rose…a tyrant.
A rose… a rose…a rose…
Jareth awoke. The light had changed, it was now late. He had fallen asleep upon his books. He stared out the window, thinking.
A king, he decided, is enigmatic. A king knows what he is doing. A king, above all, is powerful. I will be both of the greatest Kings. I will have followers. I will have power. I will be the power and the charm and all before me shall fall on their knees! I need a sign, to rally my future people, to bring them to arms, to keep them in line! We will overthrow Omega, and the Goblins will rule themselves again! No more elves in goblin territory! We will be great! We will rival the Elf City! We will rule the Underground! They will tremble at my feet, The Most Goblin of Goblins!
Jareth was not the only one listening on his thoughts. In gold coin, a man watched Jareth's delusions of grandeur. A man with snow white curls tickling the reflection in the coin laughed.
"That's right little Goblin. You will rule the Underground."