Hello all. I know it has been a long time coming and I had given my word part 2 would be started by february, which is why I owe all of you an explanation. This year...has not gone well for me so far. It's been one thing after another. I had a major surgery in February that I'm still technically recovering from. And recovery did not go well for the first month or so after. Through March and April, I was dealing with the falling out of someone I had thought to be a good friend. For months I had to deal with him yelling at me for things I was not responsible for. Needless to say, it put me out of any creative mindset. May finally hit and the first two days of it are always the hardest days of the year for me because my mother's birthday was May 1st and she died May 2nd when I was thirteen. It hits me hard every year and this one was no different. So I do sincerely apologize for the delay on starting this but please know that it is being started and worked on. And to prove it, here's a quick sneak peak of Return to the Labyrinth II: Return of the Champion.
It had been three days since he'd appeared before the High King and Queen. Three days since the High Queen of the Fae, Titania, took one glance at his precious Sarah and whisked her away from his sight, and Jareth was going mad waiting for news. He paced the Healers' Wing of the High Realm's Palace tirelessly, running his hands through his hair so often it nearly lay flat. The burning in his chest never went away. Miren sent him near hourly reports, yet he could not bring himself to read any of them. All he could do was pace and worry. The High King, seeing him in such distress, agreed to put off the topic of his arrival for the time being, for which Jareth was grateful. He was in no mind to be reprimanded for his lack of decorum and procedure.
Finally, after the Goblin King had just turned heel and was beginning to make his was back to the other end of the wing, Queen Titania emerged from a room about halfway down looking more worn than he had ever seen her before. Her ice blue eyes held an endless sorrow. Her face haggard and unnaturally pale. Her pure, white hair hung limp and damp with sweat. Her usually proud form hunched with strain. Jareth ran to her, eyes begging for information even as his hand clutched at his chest.
"Mother! How is she? Is she alright? Can I see her?"
"Ease yourself, my Son. We cannot speak if you insist on remaining in this frenzied state, and it is clear we must speak." She stared at him with a gentle firmness until he forced himself to take a step back, throwing himself into on of the plush chairs that lined the hall. Queen Titania sat next to him with a soft sigh.
"The girl is stable, though for how long depends entirely on her." She held up a hand stopping Jareth's interruption before he could start. "No human body can survive the things that have been done to that poor child and there is no magic in any Realm strong enough to undo the amount of damage she has suffered. Even I can only ease her into a temporary stasis for as long as her will holds. However, she is not entirely without hope. There is one thing that only I can do, but it is not a thing I do lightly. Which is why I must know, Jareth, who is this girl to you?"
"That…is a long story, Mother."