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A/N: ignore the stupid lines pls; my computer decided it wanted to be an ass for the day…DUMB COMPUTER!
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"Stay safe Jareth," she whispered as she walked to the balcony and looked over the vast Labyrinth.
A storm burrowed on the horizon, a grey-black color, while carrying with it heavy rains and the electric charges of blue lightning. Already the storm front had hit the Goblin Castle. The building wind pulled at Jade's inky black mane and crimson dress as she stood out in the open, unsheltered upon the King's balcony. The storm facing her was so much like the one that was blowing on her balcony windows when Zaynon had appeared kidnapping her. The thunderstorm raging toward her was no different then her last, and it indeed had the Dark Lord's power written all over it.
Hugging herself tighter against the blistering winds Jade gazed down to the maze once more. Even the Labyrinth seemed restless as the wind blew through its constant twists and turns; it wasn't just Jade that felt restless and anxious. "None of this seems right…something's wrong…."
This Time:
Daughter of the Labyrinth
Chapter 14- Threats of a King
Before the heavy wood double doors to the council chamber, Jareth stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He lined against the cold stone wall while he waited for his guest to show; they were abnormally late. Yet the Goblin King's joy overcame his impatience.
Jaden may not have outwardly spoken her love for him; the young mortal girl had no need for words. The way her lips and answered to his own, the way she had molded herself to his frame, and became the womanly goo all women became when in the presence of their beloved. It wasn't unacquainted love like it had been with Sarah Williams. Young, gorgeous, fiery Jaden returned the feelings Jareth had given her. She may not have said the words, 'I love you', but in her heart she knew the answer to that, and Jareth did as well, all he had to do was wait.
The repeat of the kiss that was played out in his bedchambers continually ran through the King of Goblin's head, meaning he was not attentive with his surroundings.
"Jareth!" cried out a jovial voice and the owner of said voice attached themselves to the oblivious Goblin King's chest.
The majestic fae sighed down at the figure attached to him. "Uriel, we are in public; such actions are inappropriate and unnecessary." "But Jareth," pouted the young elf king. "The thought that you would be courting that obnoxious girl made me anxious! I couldn't get even a simple nap!"
The vein in Jareth's temple pulsed as he withheld his temper. "Uriel, that obnoxious girl is indeed my courted female. So my friend, please show her the proper respect."
Tear built in Uriel's eyes as he stared up at his close friend devastated. "Say it isn't so!" pleased the evergreen eyed elf.
"It is so."
Uriel burst forth a mournful flood of tears just as his twin sister came to a stop just behind. Arianna had an irritated look in her dark orbs as she watched her brother's blubbering. She knew it to be just an act to get attention from the normally cold Jareth, and he usually got it, but not this time.
Arianna sneered at her brother's back. "He at it again then?"
"I'm afraid so," answered the silver haired fae.
Groaning, the noble elfen lady picked Uriel up by the back of collar and haled the young man through the council doors. Jareth laughed as he watched the siblings disappear behind the chamber doors. Soon other followed suit; grogginess in their faces, but aware none the less. Some rulers spoke to Jareth as he greeted the, others just gave a respectable nod and vanished behind the double doors. The rulers from Asbar however, wished to say a little more as they stopped before Jareth.
The King of Asbar bowed slightly. "I wish to apologize for my daughter's behavior earlier this evening."
Jareth regarded the lavishly dressed man with partial interest. "I hope she doesn't plan on having any more dramatic outbursts Garth."
The queen behind her husband huffed. "Krystal is a good girl! She just assumed by the way that girl was dressed and mortal no less that she was a servant."
"That mortal Iziyo is a guest like the rest of you," growled Jareth in warning and watched as the Asbar Queen drew back frightened.
Garth stumbled over his tongue as he fought to phrase a polite apology. "Y-Yes, we deeply regret this mishap, so please accept our apology Jareth; we meant no offense."
The Goblin King mentally sighed growing tired of the awkward conversation. "I except you apology, but to truly feel at ease, I suggest you take your apology to the Lady Jaden."
The King and Queen of Asbar gave nervous smiles before stepping into the chamber behind him. As the heavy doors silently shut, there were more individuals standing before King Jareth. Cracking open a black eye, the silver haired fae found his parents grinning at him.
"What?"
The High Queen's grin only widened. "How did it go? " she asked in just a cheery voice that it made her youngest son nervous.
Jareth cocked his head to the side beyond just merely confused. "How did what go?"
Vannor stepped forward and clapped his son on the shoulder. "Glad to see you finally growing up my boy!"
"…Glad…" droned out the King of Goblins getting more annoyed by his parent's indirect questioning and commenting. "About what?"
Terra smiled hugging her boy. "When can I start planning the wedding!?"
"What!?" gapped Jareth at his mother. "What wedding mother; who's wedding for that matter!" Jareth looked to his fall for help but found nothing but the innocently grinning face he had inherited. "Neither of you are making any sense! What wedding!?"
"Yours silly," laughed the High Queen of the Underground, her years no longer showing in her moment of happiness. "You and young Jaden's of course, who else is courting another!"
Jareth groaned sagging against the cold stone wall; it was refreshing. "Mother…Father…Jade doesn't completely understand what's going on. I told my feelings for her, but she didn't literally speck her feelings with words. Its too soon for her; Jade is still young, she needs time."
Vannor and Terra's smiles turned into hurt frowns.
Jareth sighed. "I told Zaynon I was courting Jade to keep him from her."
Silver haired elder man laid a strong hand upon the young fae's shoulder. "You did it to protect her, did you not?" The son of the High King just nodded his answer. "Then your intentions are good, you just have to wait for her answer."
"Did you tell Jade of the terms should she become your bride?" inquired Terra.
The Goblin King shook his head, as a heavy sigh left him.
Both parents grew stern as they took in their son's hunched shoulders and bowed head. Jareth was ashamed that he hadn't uttered a word to the young raven haired girl about a fae/mortal union. For the courting and wedding ceremony was far harsher for the mortal then need be. Yet Jareth hadn't uttered a word; to fearful or proud to let Jaden have the full understanding of the situation. However, pride or fear didn't matter, every mortal had to understanding what they were leaving behind when courting or marring a fae.
"You'll speck to Lady Jaden as soon as you can," stated a stern king, hands clasped behind the small of his back. "If you love this girl, then you will tell her." It was a direct order from the High King to a lower noble as well as father to son; it was an order meant to be obeyed.
Terra as welld nodded agreeing with her spouse. "You will King Jareth, or your courting of the young girl will come to an abrupt halt."
Bowing deeply at the waist, head lowered Jareth showed due respect. "As my majesties command; when I have the time I will speak with Lady Jaden."
"As soon as possible," stated the rulers of the Underground in unison; stern yet sincere.
"Yes."
Nodding shortly the couple proceeded into the council chamber that lurked behind closed doors. Jareth remained bent at the waist till the heavy doors clicked shut. He only let a deep stressful sigh leave him then.
"Such a deep sigh little brother. I do hope you're not under to much tress," echoed a sneering voice. "Pathetic!"
The King of Goblin's eye shot up to the figure standing before him with a smug countenance. A sinister and merciless glare was direct at the dark figure.
Zaynon half-smirked unfazed. "Such a strong glare Jareth, don't break anything. Don't want that pretty face to become disfigured." Kraven and Axel chuckled evilly in the background from where they stood at their King's back.
Jareth rose from his bow to stand tall and strong. "Learn more respect Zaynon, or I'll be the one disfiguring that face of yours. Course, I could always kill you and save us all some trouble."
The Dark King smirked with sinister intent as he took a half step forward to stand toe to toe with Jareth. "Such strong threats brother, but can you really go through with them?" Zaynon grinned flashing ivory fangs as golden eyes sparkled with a devilish mischief. "Even when faced with a death or death of family, can you really kill me little Jareth? Your only, beloved elder brother?"
Jaw clenched and vein pulsing at his temple, Jareth said nothing.
"I didn't think so," smiled the Lord of Dagon triumphantly. "How about little, fragile, mortal Jade? Could you kill for her?" Zaynon saw as his younger brother tensed and chuckled. She would be the perfect treat to tangle under your nose till you went made with the fact that you could do nothing to help her at all." The harpy and fae smirked cracking knuckles as their eyes cried for blood. "You can't protect her from me Jareth, you're to weak and pathetic to do anything! I'll send you what left of her after I'm through with her."
Something snapped then within the silver haired fae's head. So many images of an innocent young girl bloodied and mangled by harsh abuse and use at the hand of one man. His face so like his own, only darker and more malevolent. Jareth was strong enough to save Jaden from a fade so many other had died from; Jareth would save her from that fate even if it cost him is life.
His hand shot out of its own accord, and gripped the front of Zaynon's shirt front and brought him closer. "Touch Jaden," seethed Jareth with more ire then he knew he had. "And I'll give you the same treatment that you've given to all those other innocent girls!!"
Zaynon only smirked devilishly.
Jareth snarled back with the viciousness that was unmatched. "Harm my intended and I'll make you wish you never betrayed our father!!!"
"Very well," whispered back the dark prince sighing as admitting defeat, when he clearly was not. "My brother."
The Goblin King growled and flash his own fangs. "I have no brother Zaynon, remember that well."
Pulling himself from the irate fae's grasp, Zaynon dusted himself off as if nothing had happened. "That's what the court says, but our blood says different," he turned to his companions with a stern expression. "Come on," and they followed their king into the chamber that immediately became hushed and uncomfortably quiet.
Jareth left in the hall, struggled for his self-control. His rage was so close to becoming chaotic; a rampage that would never end. Jade's serene face and smile flashed in his mind to be replaced by a horrific image of her face splattered with her own blood. Her once gorgeous honest eyes, turned to unseeing eyes glazed with death. The Goblin King's wrath vibrated the walls with an eerie thrum, to buzz in everyone's ears. Yet joining that gentle thrum was a gentle entity; strong, yet surprisingly caring ebbed away the nearly unleashed ire.
"Jaden," whispered Jareth in a sigh. "I will protect you even if it casts me my life."
In his time of need he heard the soft music sound of Jade's voice whispering encouragement; whispering three little words that rang in his skull and in the grey stone of Goblin Castle.
"Stay safe Jareth…"
It brought a smile to the troubled King's face. Collecting himself, Jareth pushed wide the council doors and made his entrance. The Council of Kings had finally begun.
3 hours later:
Jareth inwardly sighed as he massaged his throbbing temples. It had taken three painstakingly long hours to clear up and report minor instances in the realms. Whether it was territory squabbles, nearing threats from some magical clan of people, tax raises to pay off the territory's debts, and always the subject of increasing the weaponry and men at arms. Yet every request had to be approved by the High King and High Queen, they were the supreme rulers of the Underground and they oversaw all the territories and realms. Should anything illegal among the laws of the fae and not agreed to by the rulers of the Underground would be considered treason. And that was the cause of the abnormally early assembly of the Council of Kings.
Sighing again Jareth lowered his hands to lace them together to prop up his chin. "Now that the minor issues have been discussed and decided," he said as his voice slowly became colder and harsher. "On to the more important topic at hand…" Looking to Zaynon, who sat clear across the oval table from Jareth, the younger brother glared. "King Zaynon, please indulge the Council of you ambitions for war."
Zaynon grinned as he placed his booted feet atop the darkly finished ash table. "Gladly King Jareth!"
King Jareth just gave the Dark King a dark glare.
The King of Darkness chuckled. "I'm planning to take over the whole Underground and fill it with all my dark glory as possible."
"That's blasphemy!" roared Claymore leaping to his feet, causing his chair to clatter to the floor. "You don't have the power to do such! Even if you did have that kind of power…DO YOU THINK WE WOULD STAND IDLY BY AND LET YOU DO IT!!!!!?"
Zaynon smirked, his molten eyes shimmering. Bowing his head, the Dark Lord sighed. "I don't have the very that I need to accomplish such a feat my dear King Claymore…" Rising his eyes to Jareth and his parents beside him, Zaynon grinned malevolently. "But once she is in my possession, all of you will feel my wrath."
"She won't corroborate with you Zaynon, she's too pure for the likes of you," seethed the King of Goblins with his fists clenched atop the table. "You will not have her."
"On the contrary Jareth, I will have her and corrupt her right before your very eyes in the worst and best possible ways."
Jareth surged to his feet, magic crackling about his frame like captured lightning. Jareth's icy black stare burrowing into his brother's laughing golden ones. The magic convulsing around the silver haired fae's body grew to the terrifying point where the water glasses upon the table shattered into tiny sparkling shards. Silence took over the room and the only sound heard was the drip, drip sound of the spilt water hitting the stone floor. The mixed wrath of both unbelievably strong brothers was far worse then just one and no one choose to break the hushed silence gripping the council chamber.
Narrowed mismatched eyes stared unflinching at Zaynon. "I won't let you have her Zaynon. Over my dead body will you lay a finger on her! "
"I couldn't have it any other way," answered the elder dark haired sibling as he too took to his feet.
"Enough you two," roared Vannor as his voice rattled the window frames. "This is a council meeting, not a brawling tavern!" Black eyes pierced the Dark King where he stood. "If you plan on waging war on all of us, you will be destroyed beyond reckoning."
"Oh really your Majesty, I don't think you really know what's going on here."
Vannor growled rising from his high back chair with animalistic grace. "Then pray tell me Zaynon, I'm dying from the suspense." New liquid lightning added to the tension in the room. The built up magic was so strong that it could be seen in surging waves of electricity.
Zaynon grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Ask your beloved son, King Vannor."
All shocked eyes turned to Jareth with racing thoughts and unasked questions. The residence of the room watched the family feud unfold before their very fear filled eyes, as the dark and lightning like magic collided in the motionless air. Crackling and sparking over their skin and their own magic reserves. It was indeed a frightening sight to see the three strongest fae males in history face off. Yet the fact that nothing was absolute was more discomforting then the raging imbalance of darkness and electricity.
"What's he talking about Jareth," whispered Terra trying to keep herself from shacking like a leaf it the breeze.
Jareth's eyes narrowed upon his elder brother. "Jade; Zaynon is referring to Jade."
"But she's just a mortal girl," stated Arianna but received no answer; nervous silence just fell about the room. "Isn't she a human?"
"She is," answered Jareth at last; his voice harsh and ice cold.
The dark fae across the table sneered devilishly. "Please continue dear brother. We all are dying to hear what our young Lady Jaden…really is."
Gasps of uncertainty filled the stone room, only to be followed by the eerie silence once more.
Vannor laid a hand on his only son's shoulder. "Tell us Jareth, there's no avoiding it."
With a sigh, the silver haired fae nodded. "You all know the prophecy," stated the blonde fae as he let his eyes wonder over the council members. "The prophecy speaking of the daughter of my Labyrinth."
All nodded, while other gave a small murmur of 'yes'.
Uriel however, scratched his chin in uncertainty. "The one involving a war that could devastate our whole world?"
"They very same," answered Jareth his eyes falling to his balled fists. "The age old prophecy tells us a mortal would be born with the power to destroy or help our world. A mortal born by a mother that had ran and defeated my Labyrinth."
"Sarah Williams?" inquired Ariel as she gripped her hulky husband's hand.
Jareth nodded. "It didn't occur to me that the prophecy was unfolding before my eyes till quite recently."
"You always were blind to the obvious Jareth," chuckled an amused dark fae prince.
Jareth ignored the insult, as his mind became solely focused on the face of a young mortal woman. "When Zaynon kidnapped Jaden from her home Aboveground, it became clearer to me. Yet I wasn't sure till I began to teach Jaden magic." The Goblin King sighed as he sunk into his chair once more. "Her has more power then I ever expected. If she was properly trained, she could destroy my castle with the same amount of effort it takes to wave a finger."
There were no gasps of shock this time, all residence of the room were too horror struck to make a sound. Zaynon however, began laughing hysterically.
"That's great news to me! She has more raw power then I ever expected; such a fascinating creature she is."
Jareth growled at his brother. "My warning still stands Zaynon, don't assume to take it so lightly. I was never one to give just idle threats."
The Lord of Darkness threw his head back, as he brought forth his harsh dark laughter. "Everything has a price little brother. Obstacles only add to the fun; show me what you've got!" And letting his challenge stand, Zaynon turned to the doors to leave, but a nervous cough drew every one's attention.
The cough came from King Garth of Asbar.
"On a lighter note," he began hesitantly as a drop of sweat flowed down his temple. "When will you began courting our daughter Jareth. She is anxiously waiting for your inquiry for courting."
Jareth mentally made a disgusted face as he outwardly sighed. "I will not be pursuing Princess Krystal."
"What!?" gasped Isiyo a hand clasped to her exposed chest in shock. "Why not?! Our beautiful Krystal is the only eligible young lady for you to court! You were given a year to find your own lady to court and you have found none!" Isiyo grew angry as Jareth remained motionless. "You swore to court our daughter should you not find someone else to court; you will keep your word!!"
Jareth sighed as he grew more irritated by the Queen of Asbar. "On the contrary Queen Isiyo, I have found someone to court, and I'm already pursuing her."
"What!?" barked Garth furious. "And who is this lowly girl that you replace our beloved daughter with!?"
No one saw Uriel sink inot his chair out of sheer depression.
Jareth glared at Garth who swallowed nervously. The silver haired son of Vannor mental wondered which parent Krystal got her insulting loose tongue and seeking of drama from, but Jareth found that both parents were to blame for their daughter's spoiled behavior.
"You've already meet that lowly girl, your highness."
Both Isiyo and Garth looked dumbstruck. "Who?" they finally asked in unison, as the couple broke from their shock.
"Jaden."
-O-
Into the ballroom gardens Jaden wondered. For the last two and a half hours, she had confined herself in Jareth's chambers with the hope of not running into Princess Barbie. But after so long Jade soon grew bored within the cold grey walls, so following the beam of light from her ring, Jade found her way to through the maze like halls to the garden. Halting at the terrace, Jaden let her gaze fall upon the silent garden. Tranquil and welcoming even with the storm building in the sky, Jade strolled down the plush and green grassy paths.
Throughout her wondering of the garden Jade grew more and more intrigued with it's brilliance. Flowers of so many kinds grew in the garden; colorful and mysterious the mortal girl looked and examined every one she could find. Some had a mind of their own, and either dodged or welcomed Jaden's hand, while others closed their pedals against the rays of day while others bloomed to it. Wondering further through the winding paths, the raven haired teen found herself in a little alcove clearing in the eat corner of the garden.
Lush green grass grew in the sun and clear up to the lone medium sized tree's trunk. It was a gorgeous tree; white bark resembling that of a white Birch made Jaden smile. The small tree's branches were spread wide like wings, giving the shade to all that were worry. The leaves resembled something like stretched hearts; skinning but heart shaped none the less. The flowers however, were beautiful deep shade of violet. Wide pedals that flowed in the building breeze were accented by the yellow throats with a black center. The flower was as large as Jade's hand as she fingered a velvety soft pedal between her thumb and forefinger.
"So beautiful…" Jade whispered in awe.
"Why thank you!" exclaimed a cheerful feminine voice.
Letting loose a started shriek Jade leapt back, only to have a heel catch the hem of her dress forcing the startled girl to plummet to the ground, flat on her ass.
"Owww," whimpered Jaden rubbing her sore rump. "This is why I hate dresses!!"
"But you look so pretty in a dress though Lady Jaden," chuckled the woman's voice.
The fallen mortal started again looked around for the source of the voice. "Who's there!? Show yourself!" Jade snapped hoping to hide her slight fear.
Another series of womanly chuckles rang out and the leaves of the white Birchish tree shivered, drawing Jade's attention. However, that was short lived as Jade found she snarling at nothing.
"I don't take kindly to being played with!" barked Jade again as she called up her ice laced magic to form a small dagger. "I won't ask again, SHOW YOURSELF!!"
"Such a temper," came the chuckle again. "No wonder his Highness King Jareth likes you so much; such a fiery spirit."
Jade growled; eyes darting to the edges of the clearing as she held her dagger tight in hand.
"Sorry about startling you my dear." No mirth was in the voice this time; it was full of sincere apology. Jade loosened her grip on her weapon, but kept it raised still. "My name is Eskelan, and this is my garden."
Jade furrowed her brows in uncertainty. "I thought this was Jareth's garden?"
The voice huffed annoyingly. "Yes, he says that to everyone, when I'm the one keeping this garden going; the arrogance of the man!"
Jade found herself relaxing her clutch some more and laughing. "Sounds like Jareth." And annoyed huff was the only answer. "Still…" droned the raven haired teen, eyes wondering over the clearing. "Who are you; where are you?"
The invisible woman laughed again. "I'm right in front of you Jaden!"
Jade's gaze instantly went to the small, but gorgeous tree; it shivered again as a small chuckle of mirth filled the air. "You're not…the tree are you, Eskelan?"
"Bingo!"
Jade had the sudden urge to slap her palm against her forehead. "You can't be the tree! That's impossible!!"
"Take nothing for granted my dear girl, anything is possible in the Underground, as well as you know," stated Eskelan matter of factly.
The mortal groaned. "Where have I heard that before…"
"From Jareth no doubt," broke in the mysterious tree.
Jade inwardly sighed. "Yippy, a smartalic tree; just what I need," moaned out Jaden as she vanished her weapon. "So what exactly are you, if you don't mind me asking."
It was Eskelan's turn to sigh; to Jade the tree almost seemed to sag. "I was one an earth nymph, an elemental per say, but I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have. I had thought he had loved me, but in an act of treachery he transformed me into a tree; punishment for falling in love with someone my people already thought unworthy."
Jade rouse finally to her feet as Eskelan's story was briefly told. The sad love story struck a cord in the human girl's heard and she found herself embracing the trunk of the special tree. A single tear left a green eye, to slowly descend down her porcelain cheek.
"I'm sorry Eskelan; no one should be punished for loving someone, especially by the one they loved," whispered Jaden.
"Jaden," droned out the trapped nymph and embraced the mortal in return. "You have no need to apologize of someone else's cruel ways, but it is much appreciated."
Raising her head as if she would be looking into someone's face, Jade was surprised to indeed fin a face sticking out from the tree's trunk. With a gasp of surprise Jaden lurched back as the female figure fully emerged from the tree.
Her skin sp pale, it matched the white of the birch bark. A glossy curtain of hair cascaded down her back in a deep violet hue that matched the gorgeous flowers above Jade's head. The nymph's eyes were a bright sunshine yellow that shine with laughter and joy. Covering her slim frame in a deep green the color of the foliage was sheer gown, much like the one Jade was wearing herself.
"Eskelan?" whispered Jade awed by the woman's flawless beauty and shocked that she appeared whole as is she was the tree no longer.
"It is I, young Jaden," the earth nymph said with a joyous smile. "You truly are a fascinating mystery."
Shacking her head to clear her confusion, Jade spoke hesitantly. "I thought…you were…trapped in the tree!"
Eskelan's smile widened. "I was, till you came along and freed me."
"What you-"
Dizziness hi Jade like a slap across the face. Knees weak and shaking buckled beneath the teen's weight and she found herself on all fours, starring at the ground. Vision unfocused and going in and out, Jade groaned. Her head throbbed like a drum in a High School band, when the drummer had no sense of tempo.
"I don't feel so good…" whimpered the mortal woman-child as nausea took hold of her.
Helping Jade her feet Eskelan, the nature nymph led her to the bass of her tree and laid against he trunk. "That happens when you use so much magic freeing a person from an ancient spell."
"What?"
"Sleep little Jaden, you need to get your strength back," whispered Eskelan as she caressed the flawless fragile mortal girl's cheek. Soon Jade fell into dreamless slumber beneath the shade of the tree, with a guardian nymph watching her.
-Half hour later-
"Jaden! Jaden!! Jaden where the hell are you," yelled an annoyed and exhausted Jareth, as he wondered the paths of his garden. "Where is that girl," he muttered under his breath.
"Now Jareth, you better keep your voice down or you'll wake the poor exhausted girl."
Whipping around, fists raised in defense, the King of Goblins took in the odd nymph standing with a hand on her cocked hip. It took a time for Jareth to understand who he was staring at till the woman's chiming laugher filled his ears.
"Eskelan!? How'd you…I thought…you were…tree…trapped…" choppily spoke the king in his perplexed shock.
Eskelan grinned mischievously. "I didn't know you were this articulate Jareth." Jareth glared, the female nymph smiled. "Come on now, but keep quiet, Jaden is resting."
"Why does she need rest," inquired the fae king as he eyed the odd nymph.
The earth nymph threw him a side long glare. "She freed me, or are you too thick to figure that out?"
"I am not thick!" snapped Jareth but soon sobered at the freeing comment. "Jaden fired you, how?"
The earth nymph pushed aside some push and stepped into the small clearing. There, Jareth saw the mortal girl he loved slumbering in peace. Propped up against the tree's trunk, knees bent close to her, was Jade, and she was undoubtedly a sleeping beauty.
"Jaden…" whispered Jareth as he kneeled by her.
Eskelan stopped beside him, her steps slow and graceful. "Tears shed by a stranger can do wonders. She didn't even know she was easily breaking my curse with her boundless magic."
"She's constantly surprising me," whispered Jareth as he ran a knuckled over the maiden's cheek bone.
"She's given me a great gift Your Highness, I must ask you to take care of her. Protect her with your life," Eskelan muttered, sorrow and urgency clear in her voice.
Picking the light weight Jaden into his arms, Jareth rouse to his feet. "You have my word my friend, you can count on me."
The tall nymph female nodded. "Still, don't let Zaynon do to her, what he did to me. He must not corrupt her, or all will be lost."
"My brother," seethed Jareth under his breath. "Will pay for what he did to the woman that loved him with his miserable life." And from the garden the silver haired fae strode, with his intended bridle style in his arms.
The beauty of the garden sighed as she hugged herself against the raising winds f the storm. "Zaynon, my beloved…what happened to you to cause such corruption…what changed you so?"
A/N: YIPPY ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! sry that it took so damn long for me to update this story, I've been busy. But I hope that the political stuff is good, not much too it, but yes. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hope u look forward to the next one!
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