Oh gosh,this took soooo long to get around to being actually written!After being on holiday in Spain,I got bored and started the 3rd chapter came back to France to find that I had no internet anymore.Finally,it got written.One major plot bunny after the other.I go from one extreme to the other.
Okay thanks fro listening to that useless banter,here's CHap.3
P.S: That wasn't an excuse.Exactly.I'm not that lousy.
"Why do you do it?"
Jareth turned to face her,sat on the end of his bed,he had anticipated a question like this.Unfortunately,he couldn't answer that.Or more specifically,he wouldn't.
"Do what?" he asked cooly.
She glared at him with narrowed eyes.That reminded him of someone,once...
He ignored the feeling.
"You know what.Stop playing games with me,Jareth.The labyrinth was enough.All this.The Labyrinth,the Underground,the godforsaken goblins even."
"And if I did tell you why?Then what?Would it make any difference?What would you do,Sarah?"
Silence.He sighed,tiredly,and glanced back at the sunset and showed Sarah that he didn't care for this conversation.
He hoped she would leave him alone with his thoughts,and he wasn't disappointed.As Sarah plucked at a loose thread in her brown jumper,she decided he wasn't going to answer.She rose from the bed and made for the door.Before she closed it,Sarah muttered softly,just loud enough for Jareth to hear,
"No,the whole damn masquerade.Because that's what is is,and it makes no sense at all,Jareth.But I'm gonna want some answers someday."
Silence.The door closed with a slight click and the last of the goblins from the market below shuffled around,odd words floated up to Jareth.Nothing of interest.Fighting tiredness,he stood up and caught the sun just disappearing below the labyrinth's walls.He had almost forgotten what it meant to him,all this,it had become a sort of sport,a hobby before Sarah and the baby.It had always lurked at the back of his mind,like a long forgotten memory.Well,it was really.
Wings beating,feathers ruffled by the wind,he headed for a tower on the west side of the labyrinth.It took about half an hour,and it was dark when he reached there.Unlocking the door,Jareth climbed the stone stair,his steps rebounding around the narrow space.Another door,dark wood.He stopped,reeling from the memory.
The same door,slightly ajar,him glancing in...
He shook his head and continued with determination,he couldn't stop now,too much to do.
Nothing had changed since he had last visited.Circular,all the walls covered with books.Except one thing.The red book.He smiled despite himself,the book that had caused so much trouble.Maybe if...
Sitting alone,candlelight,his head bent over the red book and reading away,his eyes alight with surprise,pride,realisation,perhaps...
Jareth was frantically searching for a book,a specific book.He was so sure-
There,on the table.
He picked it up,glancing at the cover and smiled genuinely.Of course,he had left it there in a hurry.He couldn't see it's title because of the darkness,but he didn't need to.He made a different type of crystal from his usual ones,this one completely clear,like a bubble.It filled with light,illuminating the room.Everything came into detail,the candle stub had melted long before,wax covered the table top.Various writing materials scattered there too,papers,pens,pencils,ink pots,empty books.But Jareth wasn't going to touch them again.
He set the book down,turning the pages as if they were some precious metal.Lilianium,perhaps,or even pyre.They were to him.Jareth found the page he was looking for,a drawing of a castle.Ivy creepers covered the bottom parts,and it overlooked what seemed to be a small town.There was a house in it's gardens to it,though more like a sort of manoir and made from the same thing as the castle.White marble.Everything was white marble.The walls surrounding it,the fountains and stautes in the gardens,even the immense doors,which couldn't possible be marble,seemed to be made out of that white stone.
Jareth searched the page for something in paticular,then stifled a yawn behing his hand.Two days without sleep wasn't easy for the Goblin King. She wasn't there.
He scoured the next page,this one portraits of various people.The title said that they were those that lived in the castle and manoir.He placed a finger onthe manoir owners.A couple,both with blonde hair,and three children.The names read Phanes,Elysia,Summanus,Aislin and Jareth.
Reading this,Jareth expected his heart to stop a second time.Of course,it didn't.The portraits above the names were important now.The name Summanus had a strike through,now that jolted him.Summanus...dead?Impossible.But it couldn't be wrong.Jareth ahd written the books himself,years ago.They couldn't be wrong.
He leant back in the chair and thought.He was missing it all.He never should have taken the decision,that dreaded decsion with only two possiblites.Power or glory.Each as seductive as the next,but had he made the wrong decision?Now he had lost Summanus,Jareth had strayed even further from the path he had wanted to take.
He concentrated on the book,but the determination had almost dissapeared.There now was a feeling of despair.There was a sense of peace in this tower...
"Turned from being a Prince of Courts,Jareth!!" Words resounding in his head,meaning nothing,Elysia silent,Phanes shouting...
He jerked awake,seeing darkness.His bubble had popped.He did another,and tried once more to make a connection from the portraits with the visions.Those eyes,but something was blocked at the back of his mind.Something important...