Yeah! finnaly a new chappie! Sorey it took so long ppl, but I had the greatest writers block ever and my muse didn't help me either.
kayla: I did, but it was your fault you din't wat to let everyboy die and be done with it!
Kaori: I wonder how that comes...Anyaway. A whole new chap for ya here. WARNING: this chapter may not be suiteble for all ages. It's supposed to be thriller (don't know if that worked out all fie, but anyway) and it has a nasty dead in it.
Kayla: of Jareth!
Kaori: no loser, not again sees relieved look of jareth lovers and herself. This chap is going a way no one expected (as you are used of me)
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jazz021: thanx! I'm a plot twist lover (read the other stories of me), that's probably what makes it so captive! but thax again. A master alwayslikes to heatthat his work is apriciated.
Kayla: you got that form PotC!
Kaori: whatever
Rosaka: my fainthfull reviewer. Sorry it took so long girl.
Princes of Rivendell: don't bother, but it's nice having you back again!
Queen of the Damnd: thanx! I like it when pppl say that blush
Moonjava: that';s the point of this all gil, thats the point.
Chapter 18. 'Evil Goblin King'
The leafs rustled softly in the wind, and the green grass bended under the wind's force. A squirrel climbed swiftly in a tree, carrying a nut in his mouth. In a tree a bird sang a merry song. The water clattered from the small waterfall into a pond. A toad jumped in the water.
Nothing and nobody seemed to be aware of the terrible storm that covered the Castle of the Goblin King with grey clouds and heavy winds. Nobody from the labyrinth knew what struggle the King had, and the goblins could only guess what created the destructing disaster.
None of them was right.
None of them could be right, for who would have ever thought that Kranlar was in state of such magic? Who could have ever known the fear that the Goblin King had for the goblin's power?
No one could.
In the heart of the castle, in the centre of ruling, the feared Goblin sat on the throne, taunting the King of the Goblins in every way possible. He smiled coldly and with pointy teeth to the sovereign. The other stared back with narrowed eyes and clenched fists, but never saying a word. It was for the five captives a strange sight, to see the most powerful man they knew backing off for the small male goblin. The cold wind the raged outside was equal to the storm in Jareth's heart. He was furious. Not only at Kranlar, but at himself too. He had been a fool to drop his guard with that goblin. He should never have done that. "But I did," Jareth thought bitterly.
"Kranlar," he said shortly. "Why are you here?" Jareth thought he already knew the answer, but he could never be sure.
"My goodness Jareth, having trouble with your memory?" Kranlar smirked. "Let me repeat it for you: I wanted to take over the throne, torture you and…"
"We had that already you fool!" Jareth yelled. That was a big mistake. Kranlar angry jumped up.
"Don't talk like that to your son!" he yelled. With an swish and a flick Jareth was pushed to the ground by an invisible force. Jareth moaned of pain and covered his bleeding nose. He heard the prisoner silently gasp.
"To your son."
Jareth cursed to himself. This was not going as planned. He stood up and looked at the shocked Sarah. Her wide eyes stared blankly at him.
Sarah gasped as she saw Jareth fall to the ground. His bleeding nose, though, was not bothering her. It was the fact that Jareth had a son. A goblin son. Sarah's heart ached. This meant he already had a woman, one he loved. He already had a family, and Sarah realised with a deep sunk hearth that he now would never be his.
Kranlar smiled as he looked at the shocked faces of the captives.
"Oh, you didn't tell them yet? How rude, not telling about me," he said with an overdramatic voice. "And to think I was your most beloved son."
"And my only son," Jareth added. His narrowed eyes were filled with a hidden fear. He had to stop Kranlar from telling more. He had to.
"Shall I tell them then about our remarkable past?" Kranlar beamed, it was like this was the moment he had been waiting for for so long. The eyes of the Goblin King grew wide.
"Don't," he moaned.
"Why not daddy?" he emphasised the last word, receiving another horrified look from Jareth. With another turn of his waist, Jareth was again pushed to the ground. Then he waved to the prison, and they all saw how the sparks disappeared. Without further hesitation, Sarah ran to Jareth. She tried to help him up, but couldn't.
"Don't even try, he's under a spell to hold him down," Kranlar said annoyed with his back turned to the six others. He gazed out of the window to the grey sky. Suddenly, with a mighty roar, Ludo ran to him, but without turning around Kranlar froze him in mid air. Then he made a magical sign and Ludo fell on the ground, unfrozen. He crawled scared back to Jareth, Sarah, Hoggle, sir Didymus and Markla.
"Where shall I begin?" Kranlar began, ignoring the objecting noises from Jareth.
"Ah yes, at the beginning of course. My sad life story began when I was only 10 years old. I was a lovely little boy with great abilities and a great future ahead of me. But then, the unfortunate happened," Kranlar sighed deep. "I met Jareth."
"It was a normal day like all others: coming back from school, family dinner, and then at night, the bedtime story from my mother. I always loved those you know," Kranlar continued with his face still turned to the window. The others listened without making a sound.
A calm voice of the woman spoke of a Labyrinth with unknown dangers and told the heroic tale of a girl who tried to save her brother form a Goblin King. The young boy sat up straight in his bed and smiled to his mother with excitement. It was his favourite story and she read it to him every single night. The blue painted walls and all the toys didn't exist for the boy anymore, only the other world full of adventure and excitement.
"And that's how the young girl defeated the Goblin King and won her brother back," the motherly voice concluded her tale. The child beamed. Then, all of a sudden, he saw a shadow creeping over his yellow-duck print pyjamas. He looked up, and saw a man standing in his room.
Kranlar yelled the last words and slammed with his fists on the window sill out of frustration. He took a deep breath and continued more steady.
"Come with me," the deep voice said. The youth fell a chill run over his spines. The voice sounded cold, empty and obedient.
"What is this?" the mother demanded.
"Don't defy me woman," the man answered. He roughly pushed her aside and took the hand of the boy in his.
"Leave him alone!" in a defensive mechanism that only a mother has, she ran at the man. He shielded the boy with her body and managed to free her son.
"Alan! Alan, come quickly!" she cried to her husband. The other man's fair hair rose like he hair of a cat waiting to attack. No, it was no cat. He was a lion with a bloodthirsty hunger that could only be filled with the boy. With another push he tried to reach to little one, but the mother panicked and began to slap, kick and hit the man, trying to keep him form her son. The boy had never seen his mother in such fury. The man defended himself with ease and tried once more to take my hand.
"Ellen, what is it?" a second man ran into the room, his brown hair fluttered around his shocked face. He looked at the scene but said no more. Without a word, he grabbed the boy and dragged him outside the room, down the stairs and to the living room, where he began to dial the alarm number. The boy wrapped his little arms around the leg of his father and hid his face in the jeans. He could still hear the man ordering my mother to move away from the door, and my mother's negative response. Then there was silence, followed by a high scream of a woman. The father dropped the phone and looked up in fright. He shouted his wife's name once, but no answer came. Then slowly, like a tiger ambushing a defenceless prey, the intruder walked from out of the little boy's room and he moved towards the frightened couple.
Kranlar held his breath for a moment. It was the moment he had been trying to forget so long.
"It was then the first time I looked at him properly. You girl," Kranlar said, referring to Sarah. "You would describe him as attractive the way he walked, and you find his hair exotic right? That was not what I saw, I saw a monster, hair like that of an attacking lion, with a single drop of blood, my mothers blood, clinging to his dark gloves. When my father reacted by grabbing the phone, he was already to late. Jareth appeared right in front of him. He looked at me, and with a great light flash he blinded me, not wanting to see what would happen. When I again saw clear, Jareth had taken hold of my hand and we disappeared to the Labyrinth. In that last moment, I caught a glimpse of my father's dead body. His body turned in an unusual position and with glaring dead eyes," Kranlar stopped, and Sarah could swear she heard him cry silently.
