Mistress Queen

Wow! Just finished writing this and I'm so tired so I hope you guys like. This chapter really kicks things off and should explain a bit more of Amethyst's purpose.

Disclaimer- I only own Amethyst-sorry no Jareth. lol

Ch.4- The Oubliette and Argea

A victorious army first wins and then seeks battle. A defeated army first battles and then seeks victory.
-Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"

In Jareth's labyrinth, nothing is ever what it seems, things unimaginable find you as if you were once lost to them, and you discover things about your self that you never knew before. I found that out the day Jareth was "generous" enough to permit me to the gardens and the gardens only. Dressed reluctantly in the long, navel exposing, silk, skirt and matching top, obviously picked out by his majesty, I walked about the maze of green with a guard behind me and in front of me, both as silent as the stones of the labyrinth itself. I'm not even sure if they were watching me at all for they seemed to mumble amongst themselves as I walked picking flowers from the few bushes that grew them.

Your mine now. I still couldn't get the words out of my mind, and I felt as though he controlled my very thoughts on the matter. Unbelievable! He didn't have any power over me! But yet I could feel his laugher, feel his mockery upon my own frustration. One moment he was my every desire, the next I hated him with a passion. I loved to hate him; that was it! And what was worse was that I'm more then positive he knew of the effect he had on me; used it to his advantages in bed. All I wanted to do scream, so when I did, the big goblin guards immediately turned around with attention.

"Um…" I stuttered, "Sorry, it's the heat." I laughed, attempting to cover up such a sudden outburst.

They grumbled a bit and then one asked the other, "Perhaps we should go back to the castle?"

"No!" I shouted making them jump, "I-I mean no, I simply need a rest, perhaps a bit of shade? Is there any about?"

"I believe there be a cave o' some sort up this way." One scratched its dirty head, "Come along."

"No," the second stopped him and eyed me suspiciously, "I don't think it a good idea; don't think the king would be too happy about that."

"Why ever not?" I asked fluttering my eyes, "I'll tell you what the king won't be happy about, his mistress receiving fainting spells and not from being in his arms either. But, if you believe this is the best thing for a ruler of such a high temper well, very well then." I made like I wanted to move forward but stopped when I heard "wait!" from voices behind me.

"The caves up this way." One guard said.

I smiled just before I turned to face them again, "If you insist." I shrugged with a wide grin. It was true that the king didn't give me enough freedom, but that never stopped me from demanding my freedom secretly.

When we finally arrived at the mouth of the cave I demand to be left alone; to "think and catch my breath" I told the goblins. Of course they argued to go inside with me and I insisted that they keep watch outside. After a few seconds of bickering about "hating the sunlight" they finally gave in when they realized they'd have a break off of "baby-sitting" (so to speak), after I pointed it out to them. So the goblins stood watch outside as I walked into a cool dark cave that was full of more then just secrets, I would soon learn.

Triumph was an amazing feeling and I felt it for the second time today as I convinced the guards to let me be. It was a shame I would never be queen of the Land of the Light, for I would have been I great politician. Like the handsome goblin king, I may have been a bit spoiled, (after all before the war I had always put my self first), but unlike him, I cared about my people about my world and its welfare. Had I been queen of my land, we would have never lost the war in the first place. Later when Jareth discovered my manipulating ways, I would not be the only one to think I had a smart useful mouth as his equal. If only there was some way to come into power again…

As cool as the cave was, I still wished to lie down for a rest but unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for my fate, when lying down in a pile of leaves, I fell through into the deep ground with a scream. It's quite funny when I look back on it now, but at the time it wasn't for when I finally hit solid ground, it was pitch black and I could barely see my hands in front of me.

"Damn it! I hate the dark!" I shouted, angrier at such a stupid action then scared. I sighed; I need the light if I were to ever find my way out of here. One of my powers that I had inherited from my father was to make light appear where there was dark and later I would learn that this was one of my purposes for being with Jareth in the Underground. Oh, how Crystal and Coral teased me so about it as being useless, when we sat about in our early years discovering and flaunting our powers, and up until this very moment, I had always thought it was; but then again I was the one still living now wasn't I?

"Alright," I sighed clearing my head and nerves. Concentrating, I clapped both my hands together and mediated for a moment or two. I felt power, long underused and over due, coarse through my veins and slowly a sphere of white flames appeared in my hands cool yet scorching to the touch, but it never once bothered me. I opened my eyes.

"That's much better," I whispered to myself, glancing about the dusty atmosphere that surrounded me, "Where the hell am I?"

"The Oubliette," A heavenly female voice rang out to me. I gasped and turned around.

"Whose there!" I demanded sharply.

"You tell me princess, you are the one who has the power of light." It said.

"I demand you show your self!" I yelled, "Right now!"

Suddenly the white flame disappeared as if blown from my hands. I could feel a breath on my shoulder as the darkness crept around me again. And then, a light blue flame appeared and took the form of a small, young, woman, a young fiery with transparent wings, dressed in blue robes. I had no clue if I could trust her when I had first met her although I had an idea of who she might be. Still, I was not about to take any chances…

"Who are you?" I asked speechless of her beauty.

"I am Argea." She told me, "Queen of fate." I had heard of this fiery before. She was known to reveal the past and the future holding fates that often belonged to humans, in her tiny hands. Normally she would dwell by the riverbanks, or so the legends told, and if she was who she said she was, then why was she in the labyrinth's oubliette?

"How can I trust you? How do I know you weren't sent here by" but she cut me off too soon.

"By Jareth?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded, "Besides are you not suppose to be by the riverbanks?"

She tilt her head to ponder the thought of my question for a moment and then replied, "It is true, for riverbanks deliver revelation, inspiration, and wisdom, but I am a queen, I can go where ever I please. Besides," she flew around me as my eyes followed her, "I am the keeper of fate; you have no choice but to trust me. You are very smart and beautiful my little Amethyst, you will make an excellent queen."

"Queen?" I asked shocked, "Queen of what? My kingdom has fallen. Why have you really come to me?"

"To reveal your fate of course." She laughed.

I don't know what came over me at that point but suddenly I sank to the floor and wept. "Queen! My people are gone, I'm a toy to be played with by a goblin king, and those who surround me know me as a fallen princess! They relish in my pain, I am disrespected, yet I'm to be queen…everything is…gone."

"All what you speak of is true princess, and more, but know this; not all that falls stays fallen, there is potential to rise again." She soothed.

"What is to happen to me?" I sobbed.

"Become Jareth's queen, and you will rise again."

"What? How?" I sobbed, "I can't…" but the tears came before I could finish. She let me cry my frustration and pain out for a bit, an action long over due until she stopped me.

"Stop," she commanded, "Amethyst! Stop that! Stop this right now!" she lifted my chin, "Stand up! Wipe your eyes. I should have expected better from you, a fae of royal blood! Come here!" she pulled me down to the farthest, darkest wall, until it was emulated by her tiny blue figure. "I want you to see something! Take a good look at these marking!" Everywhere the wall was covered in colored paint, old and worn but still making their existence known.

"What are they?" I asked, "How did they get here?"

"Before this Oubliette became an oubliette, it was the home of inhabitants who worshiped human rulers called goddesses." Argea explained, "It was time when desire was religiously ceremonial and respected, for these goddesses represented sexual power over their followers who understood that such actions and dominance was necessary in order for creation of art and rebirth, even life itself to take place. These female rulers got what they wanted through seduction and where once admired by many."

"And what does this have anything to do will me?" I asked.

"Because, through seduction you will become queen to unite two kingdoms and give rebirth to your fallen land. Their fate rests on your shoulders. And although he'll never admit it, Jareth needs your light, he needs your fire."

"These women were experts," I sighed, "how am I to achieve what they once did?"

"It is all quite easy princess," Argea smiled, "although you may not see it now, but you already have Jareth eating out of your hand. He needs your light in this goblin city; he needs that flame inside of you. I know you will be fine, there is fire in you already."

"I'm scared." I whispered.

"Yet there is much confidence in the air you carry about in yourself, even in the way you held your head high as you first arrived in the Underground knowing what would happen to you that night."

"I know," I looked again at the magnificent, ancient paintings, "but I'm not sure I do this."

"But of course you can," she said, "Seduction is an ancient art but not lost. I shall help you. But if confidence is what you seek, then you must find the Frog Queen. She lives by the river. She shall give you what you are missing. Now I must go, I feel eyes upon us." Argea is right; I forgot Jareth sees things when I'm not with him and the longer I am around him, the more I can feel his presence around me.

"Wait!" I call to her, "what if I need you? Shall I call?"

"No!" she tells me as she fades away, "I will know when you need me and then I will come. Get ready princess," she whispers completely gone, "destiny is calling." And moments later, I am left alone in the dark again to find my way out of the oubliette.

COPYRIGHT BY: MaybeBaby17

2006

Okay hope this explains more but the story will reveal itself more and more along the way, so PLEASE review, it helps me stay motivated to update and stuff. lol. Again, any suggestions, or ideas are welcomed. Thanks a bunch! Review!