Here is chapter five. I appologise for not posting, I have had some issues that I have needed to deal with. But here it is for you.
Please R&R. I want to know what you think.
Jareth woke is his throne again. It had been a few days that he had been back to the comfort of his own rooms. Closing his eyes again, and leaning his head against the back of his throne, he softly materialized to his quarters.
He walked into the bathroom and ran a hot bath. He knew he must look terrible; he had not been looking after himself, as he knew that he should have been. He removed his boots, then his vest, shirt and breeches. He left the moon pendent on. It never left him. Slowly, he lowered himself into the water.
Jareth closed his eyes and lay back in the water. It was warm and soothing, something that he had not had the time to do in a long while. As he lay, his mind began to wonder. He thought of many things. Mainly his Labyrinth and Sarah, and how he had changed since she had been here. How everything had changed since she had been here. His Labyrinth had changed. It was now a dark and mysterious place, one that not even he dared to enter. In certain parts anyway. It was very different then the taxing game that it used to be. Now if you found yourself in trouble, it would make sure you stayed there, and it would only notify the king when they had but an hour left. It would never send things to help out its victims anymore. It had turned cruel, and heartless.
Sarah was very different though; she had a gentle heart, and a kind soul. Although, when she entered his Labyrinth, she was not. He was a very self-centred girl, when she entered. She thought only of herself and making it for herself, but the journey had changed her. She was no longer a cruel child of nature. She was loving and kind. Stubborn as hell, yes, but still different. He missed her.
Then there was he. He had changed so much with out even realizing it. It frightened him. Jareth discovered new emotions that he never thought that he would experience. Longing being one of the more dominate. Jareth longed for the thing that he could not have. The thing that he could not snap his fingers at and make his own, the thing that he had lost. Sarah. He hated himself for feeling this way about a mortal. He knew that he should find a beautiful Fae, and marry her, but no one captured his heart more than the way Sarah had. He had never missed anything, or anyone more than the way he missed Sarah. It was almost as if he needed her to be with him.
Jareth shook his head to clear his mind, and he rose from the water. Drying himself off, he pulled on a black silk dressing gown and left to lie on his bed. He had not been to his room in over three days, and he missed sleeping in the confinement of his walls.
Jareth lay down and stretched, changing his clothes with a click of his fingers, turning them into long silk sleeping pants, and he settled down into his small mountain of pillows.
Knowing that it was not right to fall asleep when it was still morning, but Jareth had been so drained of late that he simply could not be bothered worrying. He closed his eyes and wished for sleep. Just as he began drifting off however, he heard something that chilled him to the bone.
He conjured a crystal and looked into it. Finding what had called to him.
Sitting on her bed, legs drawn up to her chest was a softly sobbing Sarah. Saying one thing over and over again. "Jareth, oh Jareth, what have I done…Save me."
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Heart,
Sariah.