I'm glad to hear that some of you are noticing a few details that seem to point to things going on in Jareth's mind. I'm also glad that so many are actually leaving comments for me to read. It makes me feel loved and know that people actually want to read this.

Sorry, in advance about any grammatical and spelling errors that you may catch. I'm not to good with that kind of stuff, and as of right now have no editor but my own mind.

This is a short little chap to hold you over. I'm currently sitting in computers class doing this, so if it seems rushed and full of badness, I'm sorry.

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Part Six
Dreams
By, Munchy-kins
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She once again found herself in the ancient woods. The feeling of old still hung around and the hooded figures still conversed over a burning fire. This time though, their eyes could be seen from under their dark hoods. Eyes of amber yellow shown back into the flames of the fire.

Their talk was loud and still indistinguishable to her. A note of relief was evident in all their babble. Something must have happened to bring them out of their dire state, something that could work in their favor.

A lone owl flew overhead ignoring the gathering below. Her eyes followed its movement. She could feel is joy of flight, and its pain of inner turmoil. Its path in the heavens was becoming ragged and loose. Suddenly it dropped. She ran to where she saw it go down.

She found no owl, no form of any kind. Only a soft imprint in the grass showed that anything had happened at all. A moan came from behind her. She turned and came face to face with a small boy. He was curled up in a fetal position, clutching his arm. Tears ran down his smooth, unblemished face.

She knelt before him and slowly ran a calming hand up and down his back, much like how she use to put her brother to sleep. His sobs began to quiet and the only sound became his heavy breathing. Soon, even that was not heard.

"Please stay with me." It came out as a desperate whisper, she almost hadn't heard it. "Please."

He rolled over and looked at her, his mismatched eyes pleading to her.

Sarah woke with a start, her breathing irregular and shallow. This wasn't her room. Where…

Then she remembered - Jareth, his castle, the stupid arrogant ass. She ran a shacking hand through her wild hair trying to tame it. It was still dark outside her open window. She could still get some sleep if she tried. Yet she knew sleep would be hard to come by.

She sat up and tried to remember the dream that had caused her heart to jump so. The details were flying away from her to quickly for her to catch. The only thing she recalled was a large pair of mismatched eyes looking into hers with fear.

Grumbling she rolled back under the covers, hoping that maybe she might bet a few more hours of sleep before she started to make Jareth's, King the to Goblins, life a living hell.

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Jareth sat bolt upright in his bed, the dream that woke him receding into the back of his mind. Sleep would no longer have him in its bed. The work day would have to begin now.

Gingerly the nude form of the king got out of bed and clothes suddenly appeared on his body. Picking up the gloves on the near by desk, he walked out to the king's chambers and into the hall.

As he slide on his gloves as small smile appeared as he watched Sarah's door. She was here, in his castle, and there was no way she could disappear on him now.

With youth that he hadn't felt in ages, he made his way to the kitchens to grab a bit to eat before starting his kingly duties.

TBC!